Post by Frieda Marlene on May 20, 2013 7:46:53 GMT
The setting couldn't be more desolant if it tried. It was truly as simple as that.
It was night. There was no moon that cling to the sky, no stars that twinkled dimmly from where they blazed brilliantly from far away. Any natural source of light was obscured by the thick blanket of condensed water vapor in the air, something that had come to be known as clouds, easily promising rain in the near future. However, not near enough that it was a worry at the moment; possibly early morning showers at best, but not while the world was still as dark as it was at that particular moment. That being said, without a source of light to guide a person's path, there would have to have been an artificial source in order to keep them from tripping on the many obstacles the location had to present. Guessing as it was in the early, early morning - well past midnight, but still a few hours before sunrise - the weather was more frigid than it had been during the daylight hours, a playful wind only adding to the chill of the dark times. Anyone caught outside without a jacket or something to cover their arms would also be rather unlucky.
The sound of boots crunching against debris echoed throughout the area as a single woman dared to trespass on the demolished territory. Well, perhaps trespass wasn't the right word; it wasn't as though it were forbidden by law to enter, but not very many people dared brave the trek inside and through the landscape presented to them. A small flashlight was her only companion, aside from the ice-type Eeveelution by her side, basking in the wonders that was the cold it loved so much. However, while it was thoroughly enjoying the chillier temperatures, it was evident that its owners was not, exposed shoulders trembling with each step and left arm periodically rubbing against her right arm in a futile attempt to rise its own heat. Check on the artificial light source to assist her in staying upright. Nothing when it came to winter wear, however, sadly. If it kept up much longer, she'd be a living frozen treat by the end of her endevour. In addition - well, there went the staying up straight.
"Gah!" came the started cry of said adventurer as she, boot catching on a twisted pipe rather than stepping over it as planned, came crashing to the ground with a thud. And, goodness did it hurt. Metal, dirt, and a variety of other things she wouldn't care to look too much into collided with the skin of her palms, elbows, and cheek as she came cascading at the force of gravity. Frivolous science and it's pathetic ideas; she thought, whoever invented gravity needed to die. Which was alright, because gravity was discovered rather than invented, but we'd let her dwell on that when she wasn't cradling a bleeding wound on her face. While the cut may have hurt - by this time, she had adjusted her awkward position and sitting as comfortably as any person could in a pile of rubble, Glaceon rubbing up against her crossed legs in a comforting manner - it was more of her pride that was really wounded, regardless of whether or not there was anyone around to see her. Because, truly, who would even want to be digging through the ruins of one of Sinnoh's greatest cities, much less at these ridiculous hours in the morning. But it still made her feel more pathetic than usual, which would be saying something in the sense of her low self esteem, but hardly saying much in the sense that her pride was ruined by everything.
... Frieda was not an optimistic person by a long shot.
Having entered in the ruins for goodness knew what... Really, why was she there? To explore? She could think of more exotic, happier place to explore than the garbage dump she had payed a visit to. Evaluate the damage? Well, mister disembodied voice telling this young woman's story, everything went boom in a fire. While she didn't keep tabs on all of Phoenix's research - anyone's research, really, even her own, sometimes - she had know the extent of the damage for quite some time. Anyone with eyes... and a new channel to tune into could see the damage for themselves. What was there to evaluate? Of course, there was always the pleasure of seeing great catastrophes with ones own eyes. Well, perhaps "pleasure" was a poor choice of words, but she wasn't as lugubrious as she would have initially thought at the sight of the remains of a once pleasant city. If anything, the flowers in Floaroma Town made her more upset than the shattered remains of society.
"Seriously, who the heck thought that killin' the people and the cities was okay, but not the flowers?" she yelled at the sky, hoping that some entity might here her. To this, Steak, her only partner gave her a questioning look as to ponder whether or not she had gone insane. Perhaps the red-clad female had. Sanity wasn't always an easy thing for humans to grasp. So, rather than answering the implied question, she ran her fingers through the canine's frosted fur, shivering at the contact and silently willing for a coat to fall from the heavens and bless her with its warmth. "I just can't ever be lucky, can I?"
It was night. There was no moon that cling to the sky, no stars that twinkled dimmly from where they blazed brilliantly from far away. Any natural source of light was obscured by the thick blanket of condensed water vapor in the air, something that had come to be known as clouds, easily promising rain in the near future. However, not near enough that it was a worry at the moment; possibly early morning showers at best, but not while the world was still as dark as it was at that particular moment. That being said, without a source of light to guide a person's path, there would have to have been an artificial source in order to keep them from tripping on the many obstacles the location had to present. Guessing as it was in the early, early morning - well past midnight, but still a few hours before sunrise - the weather was more frigid than it had been during the daylight hours, a playful wind only adding to the chill of the dark times. Anyone caught outside without a jacket or something to cover their arms would also be rather unlucky.
The sound of boots crunching against debris echoed throughout the area as a single woman dared to trespass on the demolished territory. Well, perhaps trespass wasn't the right word; it wasn't as though it were forbidden by law to enter, but not very many people dared brave the trek inside and through the landscape presented to them. A small flashlight was her only companion, aside from the ice-type Eeveelution by her side, basking in the wonders that was the cold it loved so much. However, while it was thoroughly enjoying the chillier temperatures, it was evident that its owners was not, exposed shoulders trembling with each step and left arm periodically rubbing against her right arm in a futile attempt to rise its own heat. Check on the artificial light source to assist her in staying upright. Nothing when it came to winter wear, however, sadly. If it kept up much longer, she'd be a living frozen treat by the end of her endevour. In addition - well, there went the staying up straight.
"Gah!" came the started cry of said adventurer as she, boot catching on a twisted pipe rather than stepping over it as planned, came crashing to the ground with a thud. And, goodness did it hurt. Metal, dirt, and a variety of other things she wouldn't care to look too much into collided with the skin of her palms, elbows, and cheek as she came cascading at the force of gravity. Frivolous science and it's pathetic ideas; she thought, whoever invented gravity needed to die. Which was alright, because gravity was discovered rather than invented, but we'd let her dwell on that when she wasn't cradling a bleeding wound on her face. While the cut may have hurt - by this time, she had adjusted her awkward position and sitting as comfortably as any person could in a pile of rubble, Glaceon rubbing up against her crossed legs in a comforting manner - it was more of her pride that was really wounded, regardless of whether or not there was anyone around to see her. Because, truly, who would even want to be digging through the ruins of one of Sinnoh's greatest cities, much less at these ridiculous hours in the morning. But it still made her feel more pathetic than usual, which would be saying something in the sense of her low self esteem, but hardly saying much in the sense that her pride was ruined by everything.
... Frieda was not an optimistic person by a long shot.
Having entered in the ruins for goodness knew what... Really, why was she there? To explore? She could think of more exotic, happier place to explore than the garbage dump she had payed a visit to. Evaluate the damage? Well, mister disembodied voice telling this young woman's story, everything went boom in a fire. While she didn't keep tabs on all of Phoenix's research - anyone's research, really, even her own, sometimes - she had know the extent of the damage for quite some time. Anyone with eyes... and a new channel to tune into could see the damage for themselves. What was there to evaluate? Of course, there was always the pleasure of seeing great catastrophes with ones own eyes. Well, perhaps "pleasure" was a poor choice of words, but she wasn't as lugubrious as she would have initially thought at the sight of the remains of a once pleasant city. If anything, the flowers in Floaroma Town made her more upset than the shattered remains of society.
"Seriously, who the heck thought that killin' the people and the cities was okay, but not the flowers?" she yelled at the sky, hoping that some entity might here her. To this, Steak, her only partner gave her a questioning look as to ponder whether or not she had gone insane. Perhaps the red-clad female had. Sanity wasn't always an easy thing for humans to grasp. So, rather than answering the implied question, she ran her fingers through the canine's frosted fur, shivering at the contact and silently willing for a coat to fall from the heavens and bless her with its warmth. "I just can't ever be lucky, can I?"
