Brief
Gender-bent version of Mati, one of my previous characters, due to the character feeling stale, flat, and without roleplay potential. She is similar to him, but with numerous improvements and fundamental changes; it is FAR more than a pronoun swap. Wheelchair bound 29 year old woman, depressed, Polish, isolationist.
Squeak squeak, squeak squeak. "Ah, damnit..." Comes a quiet rasp of a mumble through the door, accompanied by the faint, barely-audible squeaks of a wheelchair being forcibly propelled and sharply stopped and turned.
Knock knock knock. Three short raps come at her door.
Zosia, inside of the cramped, Soviet-era apartment, freezes, then scowls. "Go away!" She calls before resuming tending to her soul, Puszek. A barely-present tremble in her hands betrays the emotion she feels brought on by the knock; impotent rage at the potential pity facing her, exhausted anxiety that she's being evicted, frustration at the potentially curious journalist poking around her life for 'that miracle recovery story', a sliver of fear that it could be a threat, and suppressed curiosity at who would bother knocking.
She pointedly ignores the door, though; if they really needed something, they'd go somewhere better, or would just knock again.
Knock knock knock, come the three raps again.
She finishes filling Puszek's food bowl then stares at the door, thinking, deciding, before sighing heavily and wheeling herself across her carpet to the front door. She makes sure the pointless little security chain is on before cracking the door and looking out. "What? I'm busy, suka."
