06-18-2014, 02:26 PM
Ayden didn't bother looking out the peephole, it didn't matter who was at the door she was expecting someone. But even though she knew it wouldn't be Connor, she had hoped, and her hope was dashed with the two large brutish men standing at her door. She backed up from the door and with a wave of the hand showed the men where the box was.
They looked at her with interest. She ignored them. They got to work and their large sweaty selves took the large box away. Ayden stood in the doorway and watched the box move down the hall and towards the elevator.
Chance, happenstance, whatever you wanted to call it. Connor stood in his doorway watching the box leave behind the elevator doors. She smiled at him and went back inside. He knew where she lived, he could talk to her if he wanted to. But she wasn't going to bother him not for a while anyway. He had a choice to make, and her presence wasn't going to make it any easier.
Ayden thought about finding another apartment, but that was too much work, and she didn't want to move, not really. She wanted to see him on the way out, in the elevator. Wherever. How else was he going to know that she'd stopped. Not that he'd have anything to compare it to. It's not like he even knew what to look for before. Ayden just came to be, everyone would be doing the same thing, seeing her for the first time.
Deep Breath. Ayden had to go out the front door, down the elevator and into the world out of disguise. She had not done that in ages. She couldn't remember the last time she had. The last time she'd walked out the door as only herself. Probably when she left home for boot-camp. That was so very long ago.
One step at a time. And that had to be the first one. Out the door.
Ayden got ready. The only pair of contacts she had left were the fire colored ones. They weren't anything special, just purely cosmetic. No sensors, nothing but show. She smiled. At least there were some comforts she would have. But that brought to question something else. The money she had in bank accounts unknown. At first she'd need the money. This place wasn't cheap. She'd only use it on things for surviving, until she found a job. She'd struggle, she wanted the struggle. She wanted to go to school, for what? she didn't know. But she knew she had to. Her only skills were in killing someone. That didn't lend to too much real world things. So school and rent. That's all. The cash she had on hand, which was quite a bit for someone who was supposed to be struggling, would have to do until she got a job.
A job, a real job. Ayden hadn't ever had a real one, not even in high school, not unless you consider babysitting your kid cousins a job, which Ayden did not.
First things first though... Ayden pulled on a grey sweater and a matching pair of grey jeans. The boot she choose hadn't been meant for cold weather, but she didn't care. As long as they survived one day she'd be happy with the purchase. She had to go get more appropriate clothes anyway, a computer, who didn't have a computer these days. And a wallet. Live revolved around them these days. It served as money, ident cards and everything else in between. It meant tracking her was possible. While Ayden was clean, her life was not. She'd made lots of enemies, and if anyone found out, there would be lots of damage.
Ayden finished the ensemble with a white scarf, a grey trench coat and a gray wool hat. Time had passed, Ayden didn't really pay attention, she had no way of knowing. Between the showering, makeup and dressing, there was no real way to tell the time she'd taken. She knew it hadn't been quick by any standards. But she was ready to go.
Ayden put the remaining money into a handbag that matched and walked out the door.
She walked out the door, into the elevator and down into the lobby. She stood there staring at the glass doors. A first time for everything. She took a deep breath, pushed opened the glass door and went into the world for the first time, as herself, as Ayden Hayes.
They looked at her with interest. She ignored them. They got to work and their large sweaty selves took the large box away. Ayden stood in the doorway and watched the box move down the hall and towards the elevator.
Chance, happenstance, whatever you wanted to call it. Connor stood in his doorway watching the box leave behind the elevator doors. She smiled at him and went back inside. He knew where she lived, he could talk to her if he wanted to. But she wasn't going to bother him not for a while anyway. He had a choice to make, and her presence wasn't going to make it any easier.
Ayden thought about finding another apartment, but that was too much work, and she didn't want to move, not really. She wanted to see him on the way out, in the elevator. Wherever. How else was he going to know that she'd stopped. Not that he'd have anything to compare it to. It's not like he even knew what to look for before. Ayden just came to be, everyone would be doing the same thing, seeing her for the first time.
Deep Breath. Ayden had to go out the front door, down the elevator and into the world out of disguise. She had not done that in ages. She couldn't remember the last time she had. The last time she'd walked out the door as only herself. Probably when she left home for boot-camp. That was so very long ago.
One step at a time. And that had to be the first one. Out the door.
Ayden got ready. The only pair of contacts she had left were the fire colored ones. They weren't anything special, just purely cosmetic. No sensors, nothing but show. She smiled. At least there were some comforts she would have. But that brought to question something else. The money she had in bank accounts unknown. At first she'd need the money. This place wasn't cheap. She'd only use it on things for surviving, until she found a job. She'd struggle, she wanted the struggle. She wanted to go to school, for what? she didn't know. But she knew she had to. Her only skills were in killing someone. That didn't lend to too much real world things. So school and rent. That's all. The cash she had on hand, which was quite a bit for someone who was supposed to be struggling, would have to do until she got a job.
A job, a real job. Ayden hadn't ever had a real one, not even in high school, not unless you consider babysitting your kid cousins a job, which Ayden did not.
First things first though... Ayden pulled on a grey sweater and a matching pair of grey jeans. The boot she choose hadn't been meant for cold weather, but she didn't care. As long as they survived one day she'd be happy with the purchase. She had to go get more appropriate clothes anyway, a computer, who didn't have a computer these days. And a wallet. Live revolved around them these days. It served as money, ident cards and everything else in between. It meant tracking her was possible. While Ayden was clean, her life was not. She'd made lots of enemies, and if anyone found out, there would be lots of damage.
Ayden finished the ensemble with a white scarf, a grey trench coat and a gray wool hat. Time had passed, Ayden didn't really pay attention, she had no way of knowing. Between the showering, makeup and dressing, there was no real way to tell the time she'd taken. She knew it hadn't been quick by any standards. But she was ready to go.
Ayden put the remaining money into a handbag that matched and walked out the door.
She walked out the door, into the elevator and down into the lobby. She stood there staring at the glass doors. A first time for everything. She took a deep breath, pushed opened the glass door and went into the world for the first time, as herself, as Ayden Hayes.