10-27-2013, 11:24 AM
Rune shoved a fist up under her sunglasses and rubbed tight eyes. She'd been out all night keeping the world safe and doing her job. At the moment she was high on energy drinks and uppers just to make it to Thalia's studio on time. She also might have fallen asleep on the metro train. She'd been way out east on the yellow line only a few hours ago. Then she overshot Thal's station by three stops and had to backtrack. It explains why she was almost an hour late.
Her Wallet beeped when she got to the right building in the neat and tidy old arbatskaya neighborhood. She hefted a rucksack up on one shoulder, the bag that held her weapons and spent magazines was lighter than when she'd set out the evening before. She'd lost two hunting knives last night. One of which had been her favorite so that sucked.
She climbed the stairs and while putting in the code Thalia sent to let her in the building, she noticed a wad of tried sludge on the inside of her wrist that smeared up the inner side of her jacket sleeve. She'd washed up in the train station bathrooms but the people banging on the door she'd locked for privacy had sped her up and she must have missed it.
"Buggar!"
She tried to pick it off, but all it accomplished was shoving goo up under her fingernails. The rough brick of the doorjam was the lucky recipient of the rest, but it was far from perfect. It even smelled like guts. Gross. But at least her hair was a perfectly bright rainbow of cheerfulness.
She knocked.
Her Wallet beeped when she got to the right building in the neat and tidy old arbatskaya neighborhood. She hefted a rucksack up on one shoulder, the bag that held her weapons and spent magazines was lighter than when she'd set out the evening before. She'd lost two hunting knives last night. One of which had been her favorite so that sucked.
She climbed the stairs and while putting in the code Thalia sent to let her in the building, she noticed a wad of tried sludge on the inside of her wrist that smeared up the inner side of her jacket sleeve. She'd washed up in the train station bathrooms but the people banging on the door she'd locked for privacy had sped her up and she must have missed it.
"Buggar!"
She tried to pick it off, but all it accomplished was shoving goo up under her fingernails. The rough brick of the doorjam was the lucky recipient of the rest, but it was far from perfect. It even smelled like guts. Gross. But at least her hair was a perfectly bright rainbow of cheerfulness.
She knocked.