Waiting For Night to Fall [OPEN]
Sept 9, 2013 16:26:23 GMT -8
Post by Eve Rouge on Sept 9, 2013 16:26:23 GMT -8
“Huh?” She snorted, opening her eyes. It took her a second to realize where she was, but she remembered as soon as she felt the clunky lurching of the boat. Eve yawned and stretched out her legs, then stood up and shook out her fur, perking her ears up. “I think this is my stop.” She mewed as she heard the loud voices and heavy stomps from above heading towards her. She peeked out above the crate, and had to squint as they opened the door, letting in a stream of bright, orangey light. Right on time, that's weird, they're usually late. She thought but didn’t say. She impatiently waited for them too all file down the stairs and turn their backs to her so she could get of the cramped space and muggy heat. She winced as she heard a loud, stupid “gawf” right next to her ear. She had strategically chosen a small opening by the stairs surrounded by crates and shrouded in shadow to allow for a quick and easy escape, but there were at least twenty people heading down a set of stairs that was only fit for one. She wished she could tap on her leg, or at least kill them all, but both of those activities would draw too much attention. She had a job to get done, and she couldn’t risk getting caught by the Peace Slavers or whatever they were called before she’d even gotten off the boat.
Once they had all filed down the very small set of stairs and were each preoccupied with their own little crate filled with whatever, she soundlessly and swiftly leapt over the crates, dashed up the steps, ran across the Multipurpose Cargo Vessel, and landed silently and skillfully on the docks. She took a deep breath. “Ah,” she sighed, “nothin’ like the smell of fish urine and seagull feces in the mornin’. Or would it be evenin’?” Eve asked herself. “Meh, same difference.” She decided. She took a second to take in her surroundings. There were an annoyingly large number of people around. Not many on the docks, but there were hundreds of people down on the beach, sitting in the sand, soaking in sunset. Eve never really got sunsets. What was so special about them? What about them made people want to just sit around and stare at them sun, damaging their retinas? “People are stupid.” She sighed.
”Here kitty-kitty.” She heard a voice chant from behind her. She turned around; one of the workers was kneeling on the docks a few feet away from her, his hand out outstretched. ”Shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed, taking a small step forwards, his hand reaching out to pet her. As soon as he was about to touch her, she hissed and quickly swiped at him, taking out the webbing between his thumb and his forefinger. He quickly pulled back his hand, and Eve heard him curse as she ran away, laughing. She ran until she was a good mile away from the beach.“Ahhh,” Eve sighed, her laughter dying and her sprint slowing down to a stroll. “Too good, too good…” She rounded a corner, and casually shifted into her normal form as she walked. A man was putting out his trash at the other side of the alleyway. He set the trash bag down and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He noticed her walking towards him, and he smiled and waved. She gave a small smile, and waved back. Good to know not everyone here is a racist turd. She thought as he walked back to his house. “You, sir, have just earned yourself your life,” she muttered quietly to herself, “buuut I’m still going to steal your stuff.”
Eve began heading back towards beach. It was still sunset, and she had another hour or two to burn before nightfall. She winced as the sun shined in her eyes, and pulled her sunglasses out of her backpack and put them on, sighing with relief as the harsh-but-not-very-harsh light was diminished. Thank God her clothing and all her stuff stayed with her when she shifted. She had no idea why, but she didn’t really care. It worked, it was convenient, and it never failed, that’s all she really cared about, and that’s all she really needed. She wished she could climb up on the buildings and just run around for a few hours, but, while the sun was still out, she could still be seen; especially during sunset, when the shadows were at their largest. She would just have to wait. She hated waiting, but she was easily distracted, there was always something to keep her preoccupied.
“Ah, here it is.” She said as approached the familiar scent; a small, white handle peeking out from the around the corner. She rounded the corner of the building, threw her backpack down on the bench, and slumped down next to it. She remembered this spot from the last time the cargo boat arrived early/on time. It was the perfect spot her; it sat on the edge of the sidewalk by an old, obviously-abandoned building. The white paint on the bench was even older and almost non-existent. This was the end of the road before the down-hill area where the beach was, so there was plenty of room to soak in the rays. It would have a perfect view to the beach, and thus, the sunset, except there was one problem…it was facing the wrong way. She didn’t know why, it may have been the mistake of the city planners, or maybe the building was just built some time after the bench was and they just didn’t have the money or couldn’t be bothered to remove it, but, when it came down to it, Eve just didn’t care. Nobody sat on the bench because nobody wanted to look at the ugly, -blue wall. Everyone wanted to stare at the sunset and burn their retinas out, which was just fine with her, as long as nobody took her spot, she was content.
Not smelling, hearing, or seeing anybody nearby, she took a small, crumbled piece of paper out of her pocket.
Subject Country/Continent: Demareina
Subject City: Bridgefield
Subject Address: 3901 Brooklyn Way, 13286
Subject Name (Optional): N/A
Requirements (Optional): Make it quick and painless
Strange requirement, most people want the subject’s death to be long and painful, but whatever, a requirement’s a requirement, no matter how boring it may be. She slipped the paper back into her pocket, leaning back and wedging her feet against the wall, staring straight ahead. She began counting the little holes on the wall the preoccupy herself. She left off where she did last time: 10,358. She felt she was getting some stares by people who walked by, but she didn’t really care. If anyone questioned her obvious mutation, she had a solid back story that she could tell them, and if anyone questioned her obvious wall-staring, she could just laugh. 10,456, 10,457, 10,458…. She counted as she waited for night to come.
Once they had all filed down the very small set of stairs and were each preoccupied with their own little crate filled with whatever, she soundlessly and swiftly leapt over the crates, dashed up the steps, ran across the Multipurpose Cargo Vessel, and landed silently and skillfully on the docks. She took a deep breath. “Ah,” she sighed, “nothin’ like the smell of fish urine and seagull feces in the mornin’. Or would it be evenin’?” Eve asked herself. “Meh, same difference.” She decided. She took a second to take in her surroundings. There were an annoyingly large number of people around. Not many on the docks, but there were hundreds of people down on the beach, sitting in the sand, soaking in sunset. Eve never really got sunsets. What was so special about them? What about them made people want to just sit around and stare at them sun, damaging their retinas? “People are stupid.” She sighed.
”Here kitty-kitty.” She heard a voice chant from behind her. She turned around; one of the workers was kneeling on the docks a few feet away from her, his hand out outstretched. ”Shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed, taking a small step forwards, his hand reaching out to pet her. As soon as he was about to touch her, she hissed and quickly swiped at him, taking out the webbing between his thumb and his forefinger. He quickly pulled back his hand, and Eve heard him curse as she ran away, laughing. She ran until she was a good mile away from the beach.“Ahhh,” Eve sighed, her laughter dying and her sprint slowing down to a stroll. “Too good, too good…” She rounded a corner, and casually shifted into her normal form as she walked. A man was putting out his trash at the other side of the alleyway. He set the trash bag down and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He noticed her walking towards him, and he smiled and waved. She gave a small smile, and waved back. Good to know not everyone here is a racist turd. She thought as he walked back to his house. “You, sir, have just earned yourself your life,” she muttered quietly to herself, “buuut I’m still going to steal your stuff.”
Eve began heading back towards beach. It was still sunset, and she had another hour or two to burn before nightfall. She winced as the sun shined in her eyes, and pulled her sunglasses out of her backpack and put them on, sighing with relief as the harsh-but-not-very-harsh light was diminished. Thank God her clothing and all her stuff stayed with her when she shifted. She had no idea why, but she didn’t really care. It worked, it was convenient, and it never failed, that’s all she really cared about, and that’s all she really needed. She wished she could climb up on the buildings and just run around for a few hours, but, while the sun was still out, she could still be seen; especially during sunset, when the shadows were at their largest. She would just have to wait. She hated waiting, but she was easily distracted, there was always something to keep her preoccupied.
“Ah, here it is.” She said as approached the familiar scent; a small, white handle peeking out from the around the corner. She rounded the corner of the building, threw her backpack down on the bench, and slumped down next to it. She remembered this spot from the last time the cargo boat arrived early/on time. It was the perfect spot her; it sat on the edge of the sidewalk by an old, obviously-abandoned building. The white paint on the bench was even older and almost non-existent. This was the end of the road before the down-hill area where the beach was, so there was plenty of room to soak in the rays. It would have a perfect view to the beach, and thus, the sunset, except there was one problem…it was facing the wrong way. She didn’t know why, it may have been the mistake of the city planners, or maybe the building was just built some time after the bench was and they just didn’t have the money or couldn’t be bothered to remove it, but, when it came down to it, Eve just didn’t care. Nobody sat on the bench because nobody wanted to look at the ugly, -blue wall. Everyone wanted to stare at the sunset and burn their retinas out, which was just fine with her, as long as nobody took her spot, she was content.
Not smelling, hearing, or seeing anybody nearby, she took a small, crumbled piece of paper out of her pocket.
Subject Country/Continent: Demareina
Subject City: Bridgefield
Subject Address: 3901 Brooklyn Way, 13286
Subject Name (Optional): N/A
Requirements (Optional): Make it quick and painless
Strange requirement, most people want the subject’s death to be long and painful, but whatever, a requirement’s a requirement, no matter how boring it may be. She slipped the paper back into her pocket, leaning back and wedging her feet against the wall, staring straight ahead. She began counting the little holes on the wall the preoccupy herself. She left off where she did last time: 10,358. She felt she was getting some stares by people who walked by, but she didn’t really care. If anyone questioned her obvious mutation, she had a solid back story that she could tell them, and if anyone questioned her obvious wall-staring, she could just laugh. 10,456, 10,457, 10,458…. She counted as she waited for night to come.