To many, District one was an inhospitable environment. It was filled with far too much lifeforms that are hostile to all that aren't native to the lands, far too unique to blend with others outside. It was a territory foreign and full of horrors.
However, there was one certain individual who makes herself at home in this harsh place.
Who so happens to be slumbering in the innermost dwellings of the ruined city at the moment, right in the tallest high-rise building-one that used to housed hundred if not thousands, down to one person. Laying comfortably on a bed of lush and firm vegetation, the sleeping figure of the certain person stirs awake when sizable tendrils of flesh and plant emerges from the overgrown tree branches on the ceiling began gently nudging the young woman. They stopped once she stirs awake, settling to hovering near her.
The tendrils then tended to her satiny and lush snow white hair, smoothing out any messy locks poking out. When the naked young woman stands, her bare feet touches the broken tiled floors, and the tendrils followed her leisurely. She lets herself be dressed by the tendrils into a simple but worn dress that ended till her thighs, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders and flowing smoothly. The girl then wears a pair of boxers underneath before stretching her arms as the last vestiges of sleep fades away.
"This dress again? I like the big tee shirts more...." One of the tendrils pokes her on the forehead and the girl's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay okay..." The girl leaves the apartment unit and heads upstairs. The tendrils don't follow her right away, but since the building itself was overgrown by mutated plant life, the thick branches closest to her would have eyes snapping wide open and observing her every move but she moves with not a single worry.
The grotesque figures of the former district 1 residents either groans or just shuffles forward or elsewhere with no particular direction in mind, but it was clear that none of these once hostile creatures acted violently to the humming woman. Though as she passes by them, any severe wounds like a barely attached limb or two would begin mending themselves. "There's more of our friends here, that's strange, you usually don't let them in...."
Once she arrives at the rooftop floor, the snow white haired female sits at the edge, legs dangling over as dull coral pink orbs gazed at the vast expanse that is District 1. Her precious home, where all her friends and family live.
This was Althaea's paradise.
One of the eerie eyes on the branches disappeared and emerging form that empty spot now was another tendril of flesh and greenery. The tendril forms a small mouth and a hissing noise came, to which Althaea listens attentively despite the carefree aura she carries. Dull coral pink pupils dilated. "What?! We have visitors?!" Another tendril emerges just to poke her again on the forehead. "You call them trespassers, but they could be our new friends you know?" Another poke. "I don't care, I still want to see them. They're from beyond the walls of our home, they must have lots of stories and interesting souvenirs with them." Another poke, with more force this time. "Ow! Don't poke me too hard!"
"...I'm sure some of them are nice." The vine made of flesh and plant hisses again, making Althaea sigh. "Friends start off as strangers at one point, I'm willing to lend a hand to make their stay pleasant. So pleasant they won't want to leave us." Her full lips spread into a sweet smile. "And for the ones that aren't so nice....Well, I can handle it, but I know you won't let me..." Dull pink eyes flickered their gaze to the ominous vines.
"Don't kill them right away okay?" She hugs one of the tendrils to her chest, murmuring softly. "Give them a chance, Algea. Not everyone is out to kill us. They're in our home, so they have to play by our rules. If they don't, they you can do whatever you want with them." A beat of silence, and the tendrils known as Algea hisses once more. "Thank you! You're the best." Althaea jovially says before letting go of the vine.
The young woman then stands up, still on the edge before turning around and falling on her back, the rush of falling from such dangerous heights doesn't faze the D-1 resident as upon impact a makeshift bed of flora and flesh cushioned her fall.
"It's time for us to meet our new friends, Algea" Murmured happily by Althaea as she gets off the bed and lands on broken glass, the pain doesn't register, it never does.
Not when her skin was already mending itself at frightening speeds.
"I wonder who will I meet first? I hope they're nice...." A quiet hiss, and Althaea laughed. "....What do you mean 'they're all no-good-pieces-of garbage since the districts they come from are just as horrid'?"
Despite Algea's pessimistic words-hisses-Althaea wasn't discouraged.
They were all in her home, one way or another they will either become her friends....
...Unless they wish to end up meeting a fate worse than death.
"Let's give them a warm welcome, Algea."