05-23-2007, 08:32 AM
( Messa Island: The Crater )
Morning also came to the Laviaes family, sunlight filtering down onto the four quarters of their fortress-come-prison. The inhabitants well protected by the plateau their home rested on. To the north, the political quarter; where everyone has an agenda, and it is wise to be weary. On the east, relatively unimportant establishments stand; everything from simple buy-sell-trade markets, to nightclubs and... other entertainment not fit for anything of the living. The south; almost entirely given over to various industries: metallurgy, alchemy and foodstuffs to name a few. But the west is where most will wake for the day; the residential quarter.
( Residential Quarter )
Kyle woke as usual; going from sleep to wakefulness in mere seconds, thanks to the constant throbbing pain from her mutated kidney "God..." She groaned, blindly snatching a gray pill from beside her. She took it as quickly as she could open her mouth, not needing water anymore to swallow it. Then she sat, braced on her arms as she waited for her dysfunctional organ to cease it's thrashing. It's especially bad today... She combed her hair with her fingers, grimacing. And then it was over. Her body almost jumped itself out of the plain bed she owned; there was much to do today. And nothing, not even the mutating toxins running in her blood, would prevent her living normally "Fuck you to hell, God." She cursed, choosing the day's garments from a few short piles against the wall. Though money was scarce, she could still afford what she needed... though a wardrobe was not on that list; rarity of wood on the island made such a thing expensive.
Morning also came to the Laviaes family, sunlight filtering down onto the four quarters of their fortress-come-prison. The inhabitants well protected by the plateau their home rested on. To the north, the political quarter; where everyone has an agenda, and it is wise to be weary. On the east, relatively unimportant establishments stand; everything from simple buy-sell-trade markets, to nightclubs and... other entertainment not fit for anything of the living. The south; almost entirely given over to various industries: metallurgy, alchemy and foodstuffs to name a few. But the west is where most will wake for the day; the residential quarter.
( Residential Quarter )
Kyle woke as usual; going from sleep to wakefulness in mere seconds, thanks to the constant throbbing pain from her mutated kidney "God..." She groaned, blindly snatching a gray pill from beside her. She took it as quickly as she could open her mouth, not needing water anymore to swallow it. Then she sat, braced on her arms as she waited for her dysfunctional organ to cease it's thrashing. It's especially bad today... She combed her hair with her fingers, grimacing. And then it was over. Her body almost jumped itself out of the plain bed she owned; there was much to do today. And nothing, not even the mutating toxins running in her blood, would prevent her living normally "Fuck you to hell, God." She cursed, choosing the day's garments from a few short piles against the wall. Though money was scarce, she could still afford what she needed... though a wardrobe was not on that list; rarity of wood on the island made such a thing expensive.