thespectacularstorm
Mistress of the Elements
Nine a.m. was the bleakest time of the day. The sun should be shining in the early morning waking citizens from their slumber but instead, it was blocked from the polluted clouds of smoke that mixed with the fluffy white ones. Down in the lower level, under the city in the clouds, things weren't so bright and happy from sunrise to sunset. The whole area was like a plague or a mess shoved under a rug to be forgotten and ignored by their superiors. Police patrolled the streets with their watchful eye and advanced technology ensuring the Queen's law was enforced. They had a given name but the people below called them something different because of those masks they wore. Most call them Strangers, murderers, sellouts since they don't belong in the lower level and aren't accepted in the upper city of Aviamoor. They've chosen an extra bit of luxury over friends and family, sold their soul to the Queen to not even hold a place in her court. Everyday people got sick and died in the street, starved to death while scrounging for food, froze during the colder months with no shelter while the Guard does nothing to help. Who does the guard protect if not the people they watch over? Down here, their greatest enemy was exposure.
That's why a young doctor by the name of Petrov chose to open her clinic even with the known difficulties. This place was a safe space for anyone who needed comfort and security. She'll feed the hungry if they come knocking, cure the unhealthy, and give shelter to the homeless when she can. Golden Times, as it was affectionately named, was as much hers as it was the community's and she wanted everyone to know that. The good doctor was seen as a little ray of hope in their bleak community because she always tried to see the brighter side of things. She never even asked for much in return for her services, mostly a bit of money or contribution to the clinic or simply that they'll stay out of trouble or help others. It was never for the money or the reputation even though she wanted to leave this place as much as anyone else. There was a rumor that floated around down here that some people had escaped this life to live in the upper city. Since she was a child Mischa believed that to be true.
Like any other morning, Mischa opened her clinic promptly at nine, unlocking the door and opening the shutters for the windows. Her assistant usually came in early as well but she was never a stickler for what time he should come in. He was free to come and go as he pleased. There wasn't anyone that spent the night so for the first time in a few days she was entirely alone this morning. She was already dressed for the day in a pair of gray jeans and a blue pullover sweater so she decided to make a light snack in her spare time. The blonde fired up her coffee pot and put a piece of toast in the toaster for a simple breakfast. Within a few moments, it was finished and poured out a full cup of fresh coffee for her. The tech and appliances weren't as good as the upper level but at least she had a good coffee maker. Mischa leaned against the counter as she stirred some sugar into the drink when a few children ran in through the front door.
"Miss Mimi Miss Mimi!"
"Can we have some food?"
"Pretty please! We wanna have breakfast with you." The children looked up at her with doe eyes and bright smiles, something she could never say no to.
"Alright I suppose," Mischa patted the one boy's head as she gave them all a big smile. "Go sit at the table I'll make something." She pointed to the little table in the corner of the living room with four chairs, enough for the three children and herself. The woman didn't plan on making a full breakfast but there was no way she was turning down a group of hungry children. She turned on the stove, cracked open a few eggs, and started making the scrambled breakfast before starting another few pieces of toast. She added in some seasonings and fresh peppers so they got enough nutrients for a healthy breakfast. Soon, there was a bowl of eggs and toast ready for them to devour with glasses of water. They all took their plates and loaded them up with food before they began eating. The little group started laughing and talking about what they've done recently with each other. Mischa even shared a few of her own stories that they asked about. It was a good time and something she cherished most was putting a smile on other's faces.
Ronan
That's why a young doctor by the name of Petrov chose to open her clinic even with the known difficulties. This place was a safe space for anyone who needed comfort and security. She'll feed the hungry if they come knocking, cure the unhealthy, and give shelter to the homeless when she can. Golden Times, as it was affectionately named, was as much hers as it was the community's and she wanted everyone to know that. The good doctor was seen as a little ray of hope in their bleak community because she always tried to see the brighter side of things. She never even asked for much in return for her services, mostly a bit of money or contribution to the clinic or simply that they'll stay out of trouble or help others. It was never for the money or the reputation even though she wanted to leave this place as much as anyone else. There was a rumor that floated around down here that some people had escaped this life to live in the upper city. Since she was a child Mischa believed that to be true.
Like any other morning, Mischa opened her clinic promptly at nine, unlocking the door and opening the shutters for the windows. Her assistant usually came in early as well but she was never a stickler for what time he should come in. He was free to come and go as he pleased. There wasn't anyone that spent the night so for the first time in a few days she was entirely alone this morning. She was already dressed for the day in a pair of gray jeans and a blue pullover sweater so she decided to make a light snack in her spare time. The blonde fired up her coffee pot and put a piece of toast in the toaster for a simple breakfast. Within a few moments, it was finished and poured out a full cup of fresh coffee for her. The tech and appliances weren't as good as the upper level but at least she had a good coffee maker. Mischa leaned against the counter as she stirred some sugar into the drink when a few children ran in through the front door.
"Miss Mimi Miss Mimi!"
"Can we have some food?"
"Pretty please! We wanna have breakfast with you." The children looked up at her with doe eyes and bright smiles, something she could never say no to.
"Alright I suppose," Mischa patted the one boy's head as she gave them all a big smile. "Go sit at the table I'll make something." She pointed to the little table in the corner of the living room with four chairs, enough for the three children and herself. The woman didn't plan on making a full breakfast but there was no way she was turning down a group of hungry children. She turned on the stove, cracked open a few eggs, and started making the scrambled breakfast before starting another few pieces of toast. She added in some seasonings and fresh peppers so they got enough nutrients for a healthy breakfast. Soon, there was a bowl of eggs and toast ready for them to devour with glasses of water. They all took their plates and loaded them up with food before they began eating. The little group started laughing and talking about what they've done recently with each other. Mischa even shared a few of her own stories that they asked about. It was a good time and something she cherished most was putting a smile on other's faces.
Ronan