Midgar, Sector Seven Slums: 7:00 am
Who: Scarlet
Status: Closed
When: 7:00 am
Where: Midgar, Sector Seven slums
What: After a night of foraging, Scarlet attempts to settle into her new home and figure out what's going on.
What a long night it had been. Scarlet walked slowly toward her room, carrying the last armload of debris she thought she would need. She had awakened three days ago in the remains of Sector Seven, and though time certainly seemed to have passed, from the dates on newspaper scraps and the condition of the city around her, she couldn't remember a thing. She had released the Proud Clod and then...nothing. And no matter how many times she told people who she was, they stared at her as if she was crazy or laughed and walked away. Not that she expected much from the drunks and drug addicts laying on the streets.
Having awakened with no money, Scarlet had little option but to trade favors for things, and in three days she had managed to procure a small, one-room apartment on the third floor of a dilapidated building, three blankets, a supply of canned goods, a few clothes and some basic toiletries, as well as several packs of cigarettes. She had also managed to get a small gun, though she had never been a great shot. The apartment had no electricity or heat, but did have sporadically running water and a small bathroom.
Scarlet spent her days sleeping and working, and her nights out looking for someone likely to have something she wanted. She tried not to dwell on the fact that the once Head of Weapons Development at Shinra had been reduced to a whore, and a cheap one at that. Now that she had her necessities, she would focus on gathering enough money that she could make trips into the city and perhaps locate someone who would know who she was.
Now, she entered the apartment and dropped the debris she was carrying on the floor, and shoved the door shut. The door didn't lock, and Scarlet was far too paranoid to sleep in a room without even basic security. She was able to construct a crude but remarkably effective barricade of cinder blocks, boards and chunks of broken stone and concrete. Someone would have to spend a fair amount of time kicking the door to knock it down, and by then Scarlet could be out the fire escape and gone.
She spent some time sitting on the floor, drawing a few ideas in her notebook for how to improve the design, then decided to sleep. She tacked a black garbage bag over the window as a curtain, then rolled herself in the blankets. Again her mind drifted to her life at Shinra; her beautiful high-rise apartment, her office that overlooked the city, her car, her jewelry. What had happened to all of it? Despite the peculiar looks everyone gave her, she knew who she was. It was just a matter of time before she would find a way to make everyone else know, too.
Status: Closed
When: 7:00 am
Where: Midgar, Sector Seven slums
What: After a night of foraging, Scarlet attempts to settle into her new home and figure out what's going on.
What a long night it had been. Scarlet walked slowly toward her room, carrying the last armload of debris she thought she would need. She had awakened three days ago in the remains of Sector Seven, and though time certainly seemed to have passed, from the dates on newspaper scraps and the condition of the city around her, she couldn't remember a thing. She had released the Proud Clod and then...nothing. And no matter how many times she told people who she was, they stared at her as if she was crazy or laughed and walked away. Not that she expected much from the drunks and drug addicts laying on the streets.
Having awakened with no money, Scarlet had little option but to trade favors for things, and in three days she had managed to procure a small, one-room apartment on the third floor of a dilapidated building, three blankets, a supply of canned goods, a few clothes and some basic toiletries, as well as several packs of cigarettes. She had also managed to get a small gun, though she had never been a great shot. The apartment had no electricity or heat, but did have sporadically running water and a small bathroom.
Scarlet spent her days sleeping and working, and her nights out looking for someone likely to have something she wanted. She tried not to dwell on the fact that the once Head of Weapons Development at Shinra had been reduced to a whore, and a cheap one at that. Now that she had her necessities, she would focus on gathering enough money that she could make trips into the city and perhaps locate someone who would know who she was.
Now, she entered the apartment and dropped the debris she was carrying on the floor, and shoved the door shut. The door didn't lock, and Scarlet was far too paranoid to sleep in a room without even basic security. She was able to construct a crude but remarkably effective barricade of cinder blocks, boards and chunks of broken stone and concrete. Someone would have to spend a fair amount of time kicking the door to knock it down, and by then Scarlet could be out the fire escape and gone.
She spent some time sitting on the floor, drawing a few ideas in her notebook for how to improve the design, then decided to sleep. She tacked a black garbage bag over the window as a curtain, then rolled herself in the blankets. Again her mind drifted to her life at Shinra; her beautiful high-rise apartment, her office that overlooked the city, her car, her jewelry. What had happened to all of it? Despite the peculiar looks everyone gave her, she knew who she was. It was just a matter of time before she would find a way to make everyone else know, too.