Oh, Pilot of the Storm Who Leaves No Trace [ OPEN ]
Characters: Aya Brea, OPEN.
Content: While madness and mayhem strikes one corner of the city, Aya found herself too preoccupied setting up the remains of One Police Plaza.
Location: One Police Plaza on Chambers St., across the street from the City Hall.
Time of day: New Years Day, Morning.
Warnings: N/A.
Being a cop had been much different than being an agent of the FBI. For one, Aya didn’t have to worry so much about the little stuff that happened. As if attempted murders and people getting stabbed, from age-changing cookies had any bearing to “little stuff”. Regardless, this was very much different from the usual hunts that Aya had grown so used to when having been part of MIST.
Paperwork was never her thing at all. Aya was an eloquent enough writer for the police reports, and she had definitely been good enough to pass the English courses through college. Reports were still as exciting to write as an essay explaining how to clip your toenails-nobody truly wants to read them.
Slender fingers flew across the keyboard, echoing across the dark and desolate computer lab, scrolling down the list of remaining precincts within the city. Signs of an extant civilization still here had always been fairly evident since the initial attack, although it was a surprise that Aya hadn’t noticed it much until now. Perhaps she just didn’t want to know they were here, even in the loneliness. She had been alone for so long that she thought she was ready to go insane inside the basement of that house, cut off from the rest of the world. When Aya had seen Chris for the first time, it almost felt like it was a dream too good to be true.
But she was here. She was alive, and far as she was concerned, she was also fairly sane, which was a relief.
Her hands suddenly stopped and rested over the keypad. Aya sat back in the computer chair to stare at the radiating screen, its glow on the gentle features of her face. For the most part she avoided any thought of the events that went down prior to her finding civilization at all. It shouldn’t bother her at this point. Death wasn’t anything new. The things that she had seen in the opera house on Christmas Eve of 1997 should have readied her for the hardships she would face later.
You never get used to death. Not really. It just shocks you less and less to see how hard it has its affect on people. The way people had died when bitten by those parasites... something Aya was in no way eager to repeat. Not much better than watching a person’s flesh peel and smolder off their bones.
A cure, was it? Healers? Most of the things she had seen and heard at this rate sounded like figments from a child’s story. Magic and talking animals and people with powers. But then, Aya herself once had been able to heal herself, cast an elemental aura summoned by her mitochondria, and even turn her body into a weapon. None of this should have come as a surprise to her. She had hunted monsters for a living, for Christ’s sake. So some of these new things were easier for her to adjust to at the cost of her losing her own abilities.
Lifting her wrist, she checked the atomic watch attached to it, this one not powered or connected to electricity in any way. Just like she had said. She kept an eye on it...
...except not paying close enough attention.
“Dammit.” Aya cursed herself for being so absent minded for once, as she had been too focused on her work that she hadn’t given herself enough time to make it out to that speech that supposed terrorist was having.
Others were attending at least, including Carter. Whatever it was that Zero was doing, she had hoped that he just talked big. Nonetheless, she was disappointed in herself for even working through the New Years. Aya slumped back down in her seat with her hands over her tired face, a groan escaping her breath.
This was probably for the best. With all this work to keep her occupied, Aya didn’t have time to think about what happened, or what could have happened to Eve. It’s been almost a year now since the cold night when the city shook, sending up the ground, edifice, and sea. She didn’t want to think of the possibilities of what had become of her adopted daughter. She also didn’t want to consider the fact that what she was doing was a mistake.
No regrets.
Moments later, beyond exhaustion, the woman laid her head down over the keyboard. Updating the system had become much more of a mentally exhausting task than she first perceived. The single monitor glowing in a room of blank screens beamed down quietly over the blonde hair. She closed her eyes, and decidedly took a brief nap from the work and bad memories.
Content: While madness and mayhem strikes one corner of the city, Aya found herself too preoccupied setting up the remains of One Police Plaza.
Location: One Police Plaza on Chambers St., across the street from the City Hall.
Time of day: New Years Day, Morning.
Warnings: N/A.
Being a cop had been much different than being an agent of the FBI. For one, Aya didn’t have to worry so much about the little stuff that happened. As if attempted murders and people getting stabbed, from age-changing cookies had any bearing to “little stuff”. Regardless, this was very much different from the usual hunts that Aya had grown so used to when having been part of MIST.
Paperwork was never her thing at all. Aya was an eloquent enough writer for the police reports, and she had definitely been good enough to pass the English courses through college. Reports were still as exciting to write as an essay explaining how to clip your toenails-nobody truly wants to read them.
Slender fingers flew across the keyboard, echoing across the dark and desolate computer lab, scrolling down the list of remaining precincts within the city. Signs of an extant civilization still here had always been fairly evident since the initial attack, although it was a surprise that Aya hadn’t noticed it much until now. Perhaps she just didn’t want to know they were here, even in the loneliness. She had been alone for so long that she thought she was ready to go insane inside the basement of that house, cut off from the rest of the world. When Aya had seen Chris for the first time, it almost felt like it was a dream too good to be true.
But she was here. She was alive, and far as she was concerned, she was also fairly sane, which was a relief.
Her hands suddenly stopped and rested over the keypad. Aya sat back in the computer chair to stare at the radiating screen, its glow on the gentle features of her face. For the most part she avoided any thought of the events that went down prior to her finding civilization at all. It shouldn’t bother her at this point. Death wasn’t anything new. The things that she had seen in the opera house on Christmas Eve of 1997 should have readied her for the hardships she would face later.
You never get used to death. Not really. It just shocks you less and less to see how hard it has its affect on people. The way people had died when bitten by those parasites... something Aya was in no way eager to repeat. Not much better than watching a person’s flesh peel and smolder off their bones.
A cure, was it? Healers? Most of the things she had seen and heard at this rate sounded like figments from a child’s story. Magic and talking animals and people with powers. But then, Aya herself once had been able to heal herself, cast an elemental aura summoned by her mitochondria, and even turn her body into a weapon. None of this should have come as a surprise to her. She had hunted monsters for a living, for Christ’s sake. So some of these new things were easier for her to adjust to at the cost of her losing her own abilities.
Lifting her wrist, she checked the atomic watch attached to it, this one not powered or connected to electricity in any way. Just like she had said. She kept an eye on it...
...except not paying close enough attention.
“Dammit.” Aya cursed herself for being so absent minded for once, as she had been too focused on her work that she hadn’t given herself enough time to make it out to that speech that supposed terrorist was having.
Others were attending at least, including Carter. Whatever it was that Zero was doing, she had hoped that he just talked big. Nonetheless, she was disappointed in herself for even working through the New Years. Aya slumped back down in her seat with her hands over her tired face, a groan escaping her breath.
This was probably for the best. With all this work to keep her occupied, Aya didn’t have time to think about what happened, or what could have happened to Eve. It’s been almost a year now since the cold night when the city shook, sending up the ground, edifice, and sea. She didn’t want to think of the possibilities of what had become of her adopted daughter. She also didn’t want to consider the fact that what she was doing was a mistake.
No regrets.
Moments later, beyond exhaustion, the woman laid her head down over the keyboard. Updating the system had become much more of a mentally exhausting task than she first perceived. The single monitor glowing in a room of blank screens beamed down quietly over the blonde hair. She closed her eyes, and decidedly took a brief nap from the work and bad memories.