ukonvasara
doused
There's no rain down here. No hope for the warmth of summer, the crisp air of spring, nor the chill of fall; winter is the closest thing to a season that can be felt in the underbelly of society, cold as can be, almost year-round. The sun lives on, burning bright without them, as though it can continue to shine when they've all come to pass, suspended behind the thick layer of ground and supporting foundation that serves only as a constant reminder of their imprisonment, that they're here only because those in power would sooner weed out every weakest link in the chain than fix what was made broken from the start.
Not that she minds the cold, really. She's been raised with it from the cradle, acclimating to the temperatures easier than most who found their way down here at a later point in their life. It's better than heat by a long shot, from her perspective. All the more reason to keep her head down and behave exactly the way those few in control want her to, if she's comfortable with her lot in life. Of course, with a system rigged by a multitude of faults, it's only human nature to take advantage of those miscalculations.
For instance, robbing someone down here was technically okay, since the law only applied to those that actually had a name, up there with the rest of the aristocracy. Being born in the slums certainly had its downsides, but the perks evened it all out. Not having to fret over her name popping up on a public record was definitely a pro to any situation.
So, committing crimes has become her 'unhealthy habit' over the last few years. Probably not the most sightly addiction for a member of the resistance, but after you've spent enough time down here, your empathy for other people's struggles, the very same that you share, tends to dull in favor of the footrace for survival, and like any wild animal, you've gotta make quick work of your prey, proficiently. It's just a matter of finding the latest hunt to pursue first. And today's special just so happens to be closer than a stone's throw away, their appearance shadowed by complete darkness.
In the midst of her walk, Erza ducked behind the nearest building on the street corner, using the absence of light to her advantage and flipping out the blade of her pocket knife in preparation with a firm click, listening intently for their footsteps. There was never any telling what they could be carrying on them or how much experience they had in these kind of predicaments, but that just made the hunt all the more rewarding to achieve.
tag; Aerynth
Not that she minds the cold, really. She's been raised with it from the cradle, acclimating to the temperatures easier than most who found their way down here at a later point in their life. It's better than heat by a long shot, from her perspective. All the more reason to keep her head down and behave exactly the way those few in control want her to, if she's comfortable with her lot in life. Of course, with a system rigged by a multitude of faults, it's only human nature to take advantage of those miscalculations.
For instance, robbing someone down here was technically okay, since the law only applied to those that actually had a name, up there with the rest of the aristocracy. Being born in the slums certainly had its downsides, but the perks evened it all out. Not having to fret over her name popping up on a public record was definitely a pro to any situation.
So, committing crimes has become her 'unhealthy habit' over the last few years. Probably not the most sightly addiction for a member of the resistance, but after you've spent enough time down here, your empathy for other people's struggles, the very same that you share, tends to dull in favor of the footrace for survival, and like any wild animal, you've gotta make quick work of your prey, proficiently. It's just a matter of finding the latest hunt to pursue first. And today's special just so happens to be closer than a stone's throw away, their appearance shadowed by complete darkness.
In the midst of her walk, Erza ducked behind the nearest building on the street corner, using the absence of light to her advantage and flipping out the blade of her pocket knife in preparation with a firm click, listening intently for their footsteps. There was never any telling what they could be carrying on them or how much experience they had in these kind of predicaments, but that just made the hunt all the more rewarding to achieve.
tag; Aerynth