Heroes [Aurora]
Dec 19, 2016 15:56:16 GMT -7
Post by Limen on Dec 19, 2016 15:56:16 GMT -7
It was precisely 1:23am when Limen suddenly and inexplicably woke in her downtown cache. She knew this because she had exactly enough time to glance over the edge of the dirty mattress she kept in that dusty old storage area at her apple watch and find the time amusing before one of the large shoulder rockets she also kept up there misfired into a hunk of explosives. Three seconds later she was on her feet, bag in hand, and was sprinting for the building’s window in the hopes of keeping the growing fireball from claiming her other eyebrow.
It had been one of her new cashes, actually. Set up about a week after the dragon attack in a several-story building that was probably going to be torn down when someone go around to fixing this part of downtown. It’d been the perfect spot; great view (over destruction), lots of open space (after she threw all the cubical stuff into a corner or, if it was small enough, into the street), and unlikely to be visited by the majority of proper citizens. It was a little hard to get into due to the collapsed stairwell on the 5th floor and a little hard to get out of for the same reason. The 7th floor still had enough intact windows that she could store stuff there without too much fear of weathering, and so Limen had set up her wares and been quite content with her new branch of business. This was her first sizable cache in downtown and the dragon attack and resulting opening of downtown had meant she’d had all kinds of new loot to fill it with.
As Limen slid down a drainage pipe, shoeless, sweatshirtless, right side covered with black, and hair disheveled, explosion blown, and still slightly on fire, she was reminded of how life had a thing for ruining everything nice.
And that time was playing life and luck’s accomplice tonight. She didn’t know how long before the police were going to show up, but the plume of black smoke rising up into the sky was going to draw them like police officers to a suspicious fire. She also had something along the lines of fifteen minutes before the adrenaline rush wore off and Limen found herself faced again with the reason she’d been sleeping in her cashe in the first place.
About once every month or so, sleep dept decided that coffee wasn’t going to cut it anymore. It took a whole day with it whenever it came. Since twenty plus hours was a fairly large window in which she could be tripped over or spotted by hungry bears/police, Limen much preferred to pick a fairly secure place to crash lest she be woken and hit with the same wave of exhaustion that made her doze off while she was lining up shots and moving around feel like she was tossing around a sack of potatoes that let her know what was up to begin with.
So it was really great to be spotted by the officers hyped up on their 1:30 coffee about five minutes later, and realize, as she was b-lining through the nearest skyscraper lobby, she was pretty well weaponless. Because of course she was; spending a day laying on weapons meant she woke up with the worst crook in her back, so she had dropped off her personal armoury in a pile beside her. Of which she’d prioritized the bag for the laptop - everything else could be easily replaced - so she mostly had a couple of knives, random blunt-ish objects, and her collection of bombs.
All of which proved the most useful against officers with ranged weapons and cars. At least a strategic paint bomb to a windshield bought her enough time to scale a nearby building, decorated with enough large gashes and missing enough chunks that getting up it was pretty quick business. It even had a nice (or, about 60% nice, as the other forty were scattered on the surrounding pavement and roof) shed on its top, whose roof sloped inward towards the building’s proper floor covering and away from the street. Limen slipped onto the tin surface and laid down on her stomach, close enough to the edge that she see the officers but low enough that they’d have a hard time getting a good angle on her. She wasn’t very likely to outrun them, and hiding in anything but a really good spot was going to result in napping followed by being found, but who knew; maybe she’d be able to take a couple out by tossing heavy objects down at their heads.
And then she felt the roof shift. Something gave way, its neighbours followed suit, and after a final loud bang, the whole front facade of the building began to crash to the street, taking upper shed, and of course, Limen with it. Limen yelped and tried to scramble to her feet, an effort made pretty well ineffectual by gravity - there wasn’t anything above her, but before long there wasn’t much below her either. Besides officers and their coming backup, that was.
Aurora Disicio
It had been one of her new cashes, actually. Set up about a week after the dragon attack in a several-story building that was probably going to be torn down when someone go around to fixing this part of downtown. It’d been the perfect spot; great view (over destruction), lots of open space (after she threw all the cubical stuff into a corner or, if it was small enough, into the street), and unlikely to be visited by the majority of proper citizens. It was a little hard to get into due to the collapsed stairwell on the 5th floor and a little hard to get out of for the same reason. The 7th floor still had enough intact windows that she could store stuff there without too much fear of weathering, and so Limen had set up her wares and been quite content with her new branch of business. This was her first sizable cache in downtown and the dragon attack and resulting opening of downtown had meant she’d had all kinds of new loot to fill it with.
As Limen slid down a drainage pipe, shoeless, sweatshirtless, right side covered with black, and hair disheveled, explosion blown, and still slightly on fire, she was reminded of how life had a thing for ruining everything nice.
And that time was playing life and luck’s accomplice tonight. She didn’t know how long before the police were going to show up, but the plume of black smoke rising up into the sky was going to draw them like police officers to a suspicious fire. She also had something along the lines of fifteen minutes before the adrenaline rush wore off and Limen found herself faced again with the reason she’d been sleeping in her cashe in the first place.
About once every month or so, sleep dept decided that coffee wasn’t going to cut it anymore. It took a whole day with it whenever it came. Since twenty plus hours was a fairly large window in which she could be tripped over or spotted by hungry bears/police, Limen much preferred to pick a fairly secure place to crash lest she be woken and hit with the same wave of exhaustion that made her doze off while she was lining up shots and moving around feel like she was tossing around a sack of potatoes that let her know what was up to begin with.
So it was really great to be spotted by the officers hyped up on their 1:30 coffee about five minutes later, and realize, as she was b-lining through the nearest skyscraper lobby, she was pretty well weaponless. Because of course she was; spending a day laying on weapons meant she woke up with the worst crook in her back, so she had dropped off her personal armoury in a pile beside her. Of which she’d prioritized the bag for the laptop - everything else could be easily replaced - so she mostly had a couple of knives, random blunt-ish objects, and her collection of bombs.
All of which proved the most useful against officers with ranged weapons and cars. At least a strategic paint bomb to a windshield bought her enough time to scale a nearby building, decorated with enough large gashes and missing enough chunks that getting up it was pretty quick business. It even had a nice (or, about 60% nice, as the other forty were scattered on the surrounding pavement and roof) shed on its top, whose roof sloped inward towards the building’s proper floor covering and away from the street. Limen slipped onto the tin surface and laid down on her stomach, close enough to the edge that she see the officers but low enough that they’d have a hard time getting a good angle on her. She wasn’t very likely to outrun them, and hiding in anything but a really good spot was going to result in napping followed by being found, but who knew; maybe she’d be able to take a couple out by tossing heavy objects down at their heads.
And then she felt the roof shift. Something gave way, its neighbours followed suit, and after a final loud bang, the whole front facade of the building began to crash to the street, taking upper shed, and of course, Limen with it. Limen yelped and tried to scramble to her feet, an effort made pretty well ineffectual by gravity - there wasn’t anything above her, but before long there wasn’t much below her either. Besides officers and their coming backup, that was.
Aurora Disicio