Post by quinn on Aug 25, 2007 15:48:49 GMT -5
Deep in the dark back alleys of the Tunnel, something stirred. A figure struggled to stand, fell over, and finally succeeded in pulling itself to it's feet. A piteous moan escaped the thing's mouth. Upon the emaciated frame of the creature, clothes hung, ragged and limp like pride that had been ripped to shreds. Hair, once sleek, black was now greasy, unkempt and matted with filth from sleeping on the ground. Her (for it became apparent to any onlooker that this was indeed a female) skin was pale and grayish from both lack of sunlight and malnutrition. Almost dead-looking brown eyes scanned the area, without the usual mischievous spark they once held.
Her hand clutched an empty bottle, and as she became aware of both the bottle and the fact that it was empty, her eyes brightened for a second, then quickly dimmed again as she cursed and cast the bottle on the ground, shattering the glass and giving herself a few cuts that she barely noticed.
They'd taken away her livelihood! Her dream of being a potions master had been smashed to bits by Talon Windwaltz, and then, her apothecary had failed because them at that...that school had thought they were too good for her products. That's what had destroyed her. One day, just before the holidays, she'd come back from running errands and found the door to her shop locked, a few of her personal belongings sitting on the ground outside. And, that letter, the letter was what made her the most angry. She pulled the stained crumpled piece of parchment out of her pocket and read it again:
Dear Ms. Quinn,
I am sorry to inform you that, because you are six months past due on your rent, we felt it necessary to evict you from the premises. You will find your personal belongings that are not being held against your debt outside the door. We will assess the value of what we are holding and post to you the amount you have left to pay.
Sincerely,
Pamela Penger
Agent, Centesimi Land Holding Company
After that, she couldn't really remember anything, really. Gods, what day was it? And why did she have this awful headache? And when was the last time she'd bathed? She wondered if it was January yet. It must be past that, she decided. She had some fuzzy memories of Easter. Damn, that meant it was May, at least. No, It was closer to Autumn, she could see students purchasing school supplies and such. Damn them all to hell.
Two things occurred to her just then, one was that she'd been standing still for quite some time, and the other was that her cheeks were wet. As for the first, she didn't really have anywhere to go, but she headed roughly in the direction of Drakbourough. She'd at least have sunshine there, she could check to see if she had any money left to speak of, and if she did, there was a good bar there. As for the second, She wiped her tears with the scrap of parchment, then stuffed it back in her pocket. Also, she decided, She'd get revenge on that school. No matter what she had to do to get it. As far as she was concerned, the only direction from where she was, was up.
Her hand clutched an empty bottle, and as she became aware of both the bottle and the fact that it was empty, her eyes brightened for a second, then quickly dimmed again as she cursed and cast the bottle on the ground, shattering the glass and giving herself a few cuts that she barely noticed.
They'd taken away her livelihood! Her dream of being a potions master had been smashed to bits by Talon Windwaltz, and then, her apothecary had failed because them at that...that school had thought they were too good for her products. That's what had destroyed her. One day, just before the holidays, she'd come back from running errands and found the door to her shop locked, a few of her personal belongings sitting on the ground outside. And, that letter, the letter was what made her the most angry. She pulled the stained crumpled piece of parchment out of her pocket and read it again:
Dear Ms. Quinn,
I am sorry to inform you that, because you are six months past due on your rent, we felt it necessary to evict you from the premises. You will find your personal belongings that are not being held against your debt outside the door. We will assess the value of what we are holding and post to you the amount you have left to pay.
Sincerely,
Pamela Penger
Agent, Centesimi Land Holding Company
After that, she couldn't really remember anything, really. Gods, what day was it? And why did she have this awful headache? And when was the last time she'd bathed? She wondered if it was January yet. It must be past that, she decided. She had some fuzzy memories of Easter. Damn, that meant it was May, at least. No, It was closer to Autumn, she could see students purchasing school supplies and such. Damn them all to hell.
Two things occurred to her just then, one was that she'd been standing still for quite some time, and the other was that her cheeks were wet. As for the first, she didn't really have anywhere to go, but she headed roughly in the direction of Drakbourough. She'd at least have sunshine there, she could check to see if she had any money left to speak of, and if she did, there was a good bar there. As for the second, She wiped her tears with the scrap of parchment, then stuffed it back in her pocket. Also, she decided, She'd get revenge on that school. No matter what she had to do to get it. As far as she was concerned, the only direction from where she was, was up.