05-15-2015, 05:55 AM
“Opulent” is not a word she would have thought to describe anything about Dante’s Abyss, but this lobby came damn close to being labeled as such. People of various kinds milled around, some just socializing, while others watching the screens at the center of the domed room. At different points around the large space were halls that led to other places, and curiosity drove her as she stepped away from the portal entrance and into the foyer.
All around the domed interior, windows framed by archways rose far up into its recesses. The darkness outside was split by a large, pearlescent moon that hung between a cradle of heavily leafed branches. The light spilled in, giving a purer illumination to the room than the overhead lighting that dotted the interior.
As she peered across the sea of people before her, she almost felt at home. There were some who looked like they came straight from a battlefield, garbed in tattered clothing and just breathed malevolence. Others were more conscious of their clothing choices, while a few didn’t seem to care one bit about being conservative with their garb. She felt almost overdressed in her teal jacket and jeans.
Violet didn’t feel up for much mingling, she just wanted to find a rack and get some sleep. At the far end of the lobby, she saw what appeared to be an elevator guarded by a fairly intimidating bouncer. She made her way over, weaving between reporters and dodging questions with a considerably ferocious glare.
The guard didn’t look very friendly either, and between the two of them, the utter maliciousness in each other’s glares sparked something between them that was nearly tangible. “Excuse me,” Violet tried to shove her way past, just wanting to avoid interaction at all.
“The barracks are upstairs. I cannot let you through at this time.” Guardman said gruffly. He pushed her back.
“And why the hell not?” Violet bitched, shoving her balled hands onto her hips. “I was specifically told I can rest, and that’s what the fucking barracks are for.”
“Once you go up, you cannot re-enter the lobby or any of its associated sub-zones.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
He nodded. “One way street, ma’am.”
“Then where the hell am I supposed to go?”
The guard pointed towards a sign that said “PARK”. “You could go there.”
Rolling her eyes, Violet pivoted on her finely polished boot heel and headed towards the park. If she couldn’t get a rack, the next best thing would be a fucking bench.
All around the domed interior, windows framed by archways rose far up into its recesses. The darkness outside was split by a large, pearlescent moon that hung between a cradle of heavily leafed branches. The light spilled in, giving a purer illumination to the room than the overhead lighting that dotted the interior.
As she peered across the sea of people before her, she almost felt at home. There were some who looked like they came straight from a battlefield, garbed in tattered clothing and just breathed malevolence. Others were more conscious of their clothing choices, while a few didn’t seem to care one bit about being conservative with their garb. She felt almost overdressed in her teal jacket and jeans.
Violet didn’t feel up for much mingling, she just wanted to find a rack and get some sleep. At the far end of the lobby, she saw what appeared to be an elevator guarded by a fairly intimidating bouncer. She made her way over, weaving between reporters and dodging questions with a considerably ferocious glare.
The guard didn’t look very friendly either, and between the two of them, the utter maliciousness in each other’s glares sparked something between them that was nearly tangible. “Excuse me,” Violet tried to shove her way past, just wanting to avoid interaction at all.
“The barracks are upstairs. I cannot let you through at this time.” Guardman said gruffly. He pushed her back.
“And why the hell not?” Violet bitched, shoving her balled hands onto her hips. “I was specifically told I can rest, and that’s what the fucking barracks are for.”
“Once you go up, you cannot re-enter the lobby or any of its associated sub-zones.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
He nodded. “One way street, ma’am.”
“Then where the hell am I supposed to go?”
The guard pointed towards a sign that said “PARK”. “You could go there.”
Rolling her eyes, Violet pivoted on her finely polished boot heel and headed towards the park. If she couldn’t get a rack, the next best thing would be a fucking bench.
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