03-03-2010, 03:40 PM
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WC 608.
Anyone's welcome!
Emerald orbs searched the surroundings; the cruise ship, though apparently very tattered on the outside, remained almost pristine inside. Though a little dusty, and perhaps a little weathered with time, the furniture, paintings, even the rugs, remained intact. It was beautiful, and as such, Lucia, who currently stood on two legs rather than her natural four, gazed around her with awe. It was rather tempting to pocket some of the less torn and broken objects, though for such a historical wonder, Lucia suppressed her feelings and carried on looking through the maze of rooms. She wasn't entirely sure how she got here, or in fact, what she is looking for, but at least it was warmer than outside, and she could read her books in peace.
Finally, Lucia came across a mangled pile of fluff, which at one point, could have resembled a mattress from a double bed. Smiling to herself, she sat with her back against the wall and her green backpack at her side. Placing a cigarette in her mouth and a book in her lap, she fiddled momentarily with a small pocket on the from of her bag and pulled out a lighter. Sparking the cancerous stick, the tip glowed orange as she inhaled the poisonous gas and her muscles relaxed. Stretching out her legs, her tail curled around her hips, her green optics scanned the hallways one more time; certain that nobody would sneak up on her, use her as a toothpick, or generally just disturb the quiet, almost peaceful, atmosphere, she opened up her book to a page which had its corner folded. Sighing, cigarette still between her ebony lips, she began to read; the book itself written on the subject of plants – Lucia was trying to improve her skills, starting with botany, as it was something a lot of the faces she had come across on her travels seemed to know about.
As she flicked through the pages, knowledge seeping into her brain like blood through a beating heart, Lucia's hackles rose slightly. The thick smoke which circled her crown had blinded her judgment, her nostrils painted in the smell of tobacco. She thought she could sense someone was coming, but whether it was friendly or not remained unseen. With one of her senses currently disabled, Lucia's muscles rippled under her fur; a growl erupting in the depths of her throat. Listening carefully, she could hear no footsteps, nor any sound of any kind. Believing herself to be paranoid, Lucia dragged heavily on the butt of her cigarette, inhaling the smoke as though it were absinthe to an alcoholic – another habit she was developing over time.
Turning her attention back to her book, she slipped one of her hands into her bag; fingers curled around the handle of a dagger, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. Pulling the blade from her pack, Lucia placed it gently next to her, not entirely convinced she was alone. With a weapon at hand, her muscles began to relax again, her eyes skimming the pages of the book at a fast pace. Having one last drag on her cigarette, she threw the butt to the corner of the room, where apparently there had been a leak once upon a time. It fizzled out in a small puddle, and as it did, Lucia let out a small, yet mildly rough, cough. Flinching, as her lungs burned momentarily, Lucia's gaze faltered – water lining her orbs, and a blur in her vision. “Christ,” she wheezed to herself, wiping her eyes as the words rolled off her tongue, “--it's getting worse!”
WC 608.
Anyone's welcome!
Emerald orbs searched the surroundings; the cruise ship, though apparently very tattered on the outside, remained almost pristine inside. Though a little dusty, and perhaps a little weathered with time, the furniture, paintings, even the rugs, remained intact. It was beautiful, and as such, Lucia, who currently stood on two legs rather than her natural four, gazed around her with awe. It was rather tempting to pocket some of the less torn and broken objects, though for such a historical wonder, Lucia suppressed her feelings and carried on looking through the maze of rooms. She wasn't entirely sure how she got here, or in fact, what she is looking for, but at least it was warmer than outside, and she could read her books in peace.
Finally, Lucia came across a mangled pile of fluff, which at one point, could have resembled a mattress from a double bed. Smiling to herself, she sat with her back against the wall and her green backpack at her side. Placing a cigarette in her mouth and a book in her lap, she fiddled momentarily with a small pocket on the from of her bag and pulled out a lighter. Sparking the cancerous stick, the tip glowed orange as she inhaled the poisonous gas and her muscles relaxed. Stretching out her legs, her tail curled around her hips, her green optics scanned the hallways one more time; certain that nobody would sneak up on her, use her as a toothpick, or generally just disturb the quiet, almost peaceful, atmosphere, she opened up her book to a page which had its corner folded. Sighing, cigarette still between her ebony lips, she began to read; the book itself written on the subject of plants – Lucia was trying to improve her skills, starting with botany, as it was something a lot of the faces she had come across on her travels seemed to know about.
As she flicked through the pages, knowledge seeping into her brain like blood through a beating heart, Lucia's hackles rose slightly. The thick smoke which circled her crown had blinded her judgment, her nostrils painted in the smell of tobacco. She thought she could sense someone was coming, but whether it was friendly or not remained unseen. With one of her senses currently disabled, Lucia's muscles rippled under her fur; a growl erupting in the depths of her throat. Listening carefully, she could hear no footsteps, nor any sound of any kind. Believing herself to be paranoid, Lucia dragged heavily on the butt of her cigarette, inhaling the smoke as though it were absinthe to an alcoholic – another habit she was developing over time.
Turning her attention back to her book, she slipped one of her hands into her bag; fingers curled around the handle of a dagger, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. Pulling the blade from her pack, Lucia placed it gently next to her, not entirely convinced she was alone. With a weapon at hand, her muscles began to relax again, her eyes skimming the pages of the book at a fast pace. Having one last drag on her cigarette, she threw the butt to the corner of the room, where apparently there had been a leak once upon a time. It fizzled out in a small puddle, and as it did, Lucia let out a small, yet mildly rough, cough. Flinching, as her lungs burned momentarily, Lucia's gaze faltered – water lining her orbs, and a blur in her vision. “Christ,” she wheezed to herself, wiping her eyes as the words rolled off her tongue, “--it's getting worse!”