Post by joanzy on Jul 28, 2006 2:00:30 GMT -4
This is the long overdue intro to the Valosian redhead.
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She crouched above cold body, breathing heavily and trying to hold back the tears. She’d never killed anyone before, and despite rationalizing it over and over in her head, it still felt wrong. It had occurred to her that it was self-defence; if she hadn’t killed him, he would have done the same to her, but it didn’t stop the pain. It took heavy concentration to steady her breathing, gather her bearings, and force her shaky legs to hold her up.
There was nothing that could be done anymore, it was too late now. He was dead. Inner Eye scum! She kicked the body as hard as she could with her wobbly legs and wiped the tears from her eyes with her index finger. I can’t stay here! I can’t stay here as a murderer! She’d lost control of her breathing again; it had become fast and shallow in her lungs. Her heart pounded, her fingers tensed into a fist.
And she ran.
Her old boots gnashed the snow as she sprinted, away from rundown house, which only held memories of her father, her sick mother who never got out of bed. She ran out past the pleasure palace and the black-market businesses, through the heavy gates and past the unmoving robotic guards, to the teleporter. She had no teleport-passes, and ended up just mashing the buttons frantically.
It worked.
Finding herself in Trasa, a city that was completely foreign to her, she carried herself with as much confidence as she could fake into the Cryo-Port, ignoring the people who starred blatantly at the ‘shivering little girl’.
“Uh, hi. My name’s Pathera, Pathera Norans, and, I don’t have much cash on me, but I really need a place to stay…”
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Dramatic, no?
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She crouched above cold body, breathing heavily and trying to hold back the tears. She’d never killed anyone before, and despite rationalizing it over and over in her head, it still felt wrong. It had occurred to her that it was self-defence; if she hadn’t killed him, he would have done the same to her, but it didn’t stop the pain. It took heavy concentration to steady her breathing, gather her bearings, and force her shaky legs to hold her up.
There was nothing that could be done anymore, it was too late now. He was dead. Inner Eye scum! She kicked the body as hard as she could with her wobbly legs and wiped the tears from her eyes with her index finger. I can’t stay here! I can’t stay here as a murderer! She’d lost control of her breathing again; it had become fast and shallow in her lungs. Her heart pounded, her fingers tensed into a fist.
And she ran.
Her old boots gnashed the snow as she sprinted, away from rundown house, which only held memories of her father, her sick mother who never got out of bed. She ran out past the pleasure palace and the black-market businesses, through the heavy gates and past the unmoving robotic guards, to the teleporter. She had no teleport-passes, and ended up just mashing the buttons frantically.
It worked.
Finding herself in Trasa, a city that was completely foreign to her, she carried herself with as much confidence as she could fake into the Cryo-Port, ignoring the people who starred blatantly at the ‘shivering little girl’.
“Uh, hi. My name’s Pathera, Pathera Norans, and, I don’t have much cash on me, but I really need a place to stay…”
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Dramatic, no?