Feels like home. [O]
Mar 23, 2014 22:38:43 GMT -7
Post by Defiant on Mar 23, 2014 22:38:43 GMT -7
Siobhan, as she took her first few steps into the village proper, found herself smiling a little. There was a thin layer of snow across everything: buildings, floors, lawns, even people! She looked up at the overcast sky and sighed longingly as she reminisced about her own home. It was still too warm to have anything close to the quiet tranquility of Yuki or Shimo, but at the same time it did still have that subtle detachment from the outside world. She took in a lungful of the crisp air and let it out slowly; her grip tightened around the sheath of her wakizashi as the cold wind filled her.
She had to admit, however, that other than it's location she was hardly a fan of this place; something about slums always made her skin crawl, and it wasn't the people; she'd dealt with enough slum-dwellers, criminals and monsters to get past the fact that humans are naturally fucked up, but it was the place itself. As she walked through the snow, thankful that she wore her regular boots here, her eyes glazed across the homes and the streets, and she growled internally at the state of everything. It might have been war-time, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference any other time. Siobhan's right hand reached up to pull her jacket closer around her chest and she felt her movements naturally getting more defensive; the streets might have been quiet because of the incipient battle, but there was always a risk that someone would want to take advantage of the state of panic, and if it was going to happen anywhere it would be happening in the ghetto.
"Where the hell did Yoshinee go..." she muttered to herself as her pace quickened. Her eyes were now darting quickly between buildings and down side paths searching for her missing partner. "Aoba!" she shouted across the streets, "Aoba where are you!?" Siobhan stopped for a moment on the right side of a small four-way intersection. The streets were really only wide enough for sleds, and the sidewalks were wide enough for multiple people, but as it was all covered in snow most of the year, the actual difference as more theoretical than enforced; at least that's what she gathered by the constantly intersecting and overlapping footprints, dog-prints, sled-tracks and what looked like ski tracks as well. It looked more like a giant white X on the ground placed simply to separate the small homes. Each street was mo more than 6 meters across, and the side walks about two and a half.