06-26-2016, 02:35 PM
A slimy, yet dry and bitter taste filled Morene's mouth while she slept, her eyes lazily staying closed as the rest of her body woke up. Her right arm she was previously sleeping on was already asleep, the tingling feeling further discouraging her from moving a single muscle, yet she knew what she'd have to do sooner or later.
Sniffling, Morene pushed herself off the old, uncomfortable hardwood floor she bared to sleep through. At one point, Morene finally opened her eyes to look down at how much dust and dirt had gotten on her rather expensive clothing due to the way she slept, wiping off whatever muck she found on herself. In the meantime however, she couldn't help but groan at her incompetence at the realization she had slept in almost full body armor.
The huntress wanted to make a witty self depreciating remark, but found no words, and no energy to make them up. Looking around, Morene's eyes quickly adjusted to the new light bouncing in from the windows and right onto her face.
Looking around a bit, Morene quickly found her glasses lying on the floor, almost gasping at the possibility of them breaking... Putting them on however, the woman was quickly pleased to find that everything was alright.
Well, except the fact that she was still in an old, broken down warehouse in the middle of a unsanitary ghetto.
Breathing in, the huntress once again stopped herself with a sneeze, shaking her head afterwards in slight annoyance. No breakfast to be consumed, no caffeinated drinks to be found anywhere, and Morene didn't even have a flask with her.
Throwing the blankets aside, Morene got up, her legs still aching ever so slightly. Groaning even louder this time, Morene straightened herself, forced to listen to all the little bones in her body pop as they all moved. Stretching a bit, the little popping sounds only got slightly more painful, but the woman felt much better afterwards.
Walking over to the door that led Morene down to the first floor, she stopped herself before she even touched the handle. Slowly, Morene looked up to find that huge book still dangling over the door frame, almost ready to come crashing down right onto Morene's head. The huntress smiled for the first time that day, averting the crisis of getting a major headache and possible bruise by reaching up, and gently placing the large heap of text onto the floor.
Getting that out of the way, Morene walked down the creaking flight of stairs, expecting to feel another nice warmth in the air, only to be greeted by a cold breeze, and a bright light coming from the door that happened to be wide open. The huntress winced, looking at the broken doorknob still rolling around on the floor, finding another reason to leave this little place as immediately as possible.
Just like that, Morene felt wide awake, thankfully enough in her case. Slowly walking out of the abandoned warehouse, the woman peeked her head out ever so slightly to observe both of her flanks, finding an ample opportunity to hop out without looking like the average street rat whilst doing so. Taking her time, Morene took her first real breath into the polluted airs of Coruscant that day.
Sniffling, Morene pushed herself off the old, uncomfortable hardwood floor she bared to sleep through. At one point, Morene finally opened her eyes to look down at how much dust and dirt had gotten on her rather expensive clothing due to the way she slept, wiping off whatever muck she found on herself. In the meantime however, she couldn't help but groan at her incompetence at the realization she had slept in almost full body armor.
The huntress wanted to make a witty self depreciating remark, but found no words, and no energy to make them up. Looking around, Morene's eyes quickly adjusted to the new light bouncing in from the windows and right onto her face.
Looking around a bit, Morene quickly found her glasses lying on the floor, almost gasping at the possibility of them breaking... Putting them on however, the woman was quickly pleased to find that everything was alright.
Well, except the fact that she was still in an old, broken down warehouse in the middle of a unsanitary ghetto.
Breathing in, the huntress once again stopped herself with a sneeze, shaking her head afterwards in slight annoyance. No breakfast to be consumed, no caffeinated drinks to be found anywhere, and Morene didn't even have a flask with her.
Throwing the blankets aside, Morene got up, her legs still aching ever so slightly. Groaning even louder this time, Morene straightened herself, forced to listen to all the little bones in her body pop as they all moved. Stretching a bit, the little popping sounds only got slightly more painful, but the woman felt much better afterwards.
Walking over to the door that led Morene down to the first floor, she stopped herself before she even touched the handle. Slowly, Morene looked up to find that huge book still dangling over the door frame, almost ready to come crashing down right onto Morene's head. The huntress smiled for the first time that day, averting the crisis of getting a major headache and possible bruise by reaching up, and gently placing the large heap of text onto the floor.
Getting that out of the way, Morene walked down the creaking flight of stairs, expecting to feel another nice warmth in the air, only to be greeted by a cold breeze, and a bright light coming from the door that happened to be wide open. The huntress winced, looking at the broken doorknob still rolling around on the floor, finding another reason to leave this little place as immediately as possible.
Just like that, Morene felt wide awake, thankfully enough in her case. Slowly walking out of the abandoned warehouse, the woman peeked her head out ever so slightly to observe both of her flanks, finding an ample opportunity to hop out without looking like the average street rat whilst doing so. Taking her time, Morene took her first real breath into the polluted airs of Coruscant that day.
. . .
In the few hours Morene walked in what she now learned was tier 5 of the city-planet, the huntress saw nothing but boredom and contempt pasted across every face of every citizen she passed by. As varied as they all were, whether it was skin color, attire, faces, or entire bodily structure, Morene knew that nobody was quite happy to be here, at least for any considerable amount of time. In a strange way, Morene felt motivated, a temptation to perhaps help these downtrodden people from their seemingly miserable lives, just like she used to.
But, that would come later, Morene concluded in all it's unfortunate nature. The huntress knew well that in comparison to how she was standing only a few 'days' ago, Morene felt weak at the moment, at least physically. A tired, fatigued feeling that seemed to be fading away slower than usual. It was almost as if that Omni figure put a curse on the woman, something that she wasn't quite used to.
Perhaps it was the general atmosphere of walking in these populated and morose sidewalks sprawling with even more depressed life doing their own thing, or the aches in her back were more simply explained by her getting old, but... no, she knew that wasn't the case, as she was still an augmented transhuman that was only in her early thirties.
Either way, Morene was pleased to break away from all the noise and crowded space upon finding a nice little bench to sit on in the middle of her walk, a seemingly untouched piece of furniture that glistened in the midst of the mucky and dirty city streets.
Sighing in relief, Morene once again pulled her nifty wide-brimmed hat from under her elegant armored coat, sliding it onto her head as she immediately sat herself down.
She chuckled to herself as she laid back into the metal seat of the bench. Soon, Morene would make a name for herself again, or at least she thought as she leaned back to calmly observe the strangely beautiful city life before her.
But for now, she would wait.
But, that would come later, Morene concluded in all it's unfortunate nature. The huntress knew well that in comparison to how she was standing only a few 'days' ago, Morene felt weak at the moment, at least physically. A tired, fatigued feeling that seemed to be fading away slower than usual. It was almost as if that Omni figure put a curse on the woman, something that she wasn't quite used to.
Perhaps it was the general atmosphere of walking in these populated and morose sidewalks sprawling with even more depressed life doing their own thing, or the aches in her back were more simply explained by her getting old, but... no, she knew that wasn't the case, as she was still an augmented transhuman that was only in her early thirties.
Either way, Morene was pleased to break away from all the noise and crowded space upon finding a nice little bench to sit on in the middle of her walk, a seemingly untouched piece of furniture that glistened in the midst of the mucky and dirty city streets.
Sighing in relief, Morene once again pulled her nifty wide-brimmed hat from under her elegant armored coat, sliding it onto her head as she immediately sat herself down.
She chuckled to herself as she laid back into the metal seat of the bench. Soon, Morene would make a name for herself again, or at least she thought as she leaned back to calmly observe the strangely beautiful city life before her.
But for now, she would wait.