Post by Magda on Aug 31, 2008 12:31:38 GMT -5
This was her time-out. Instead of breaking necks and slitting throats, Magda had decided to retire to the Werewolf base. Well, to say it was a base, it remained shockingly empty, and as far as her extended senses were concerned, she was the only one in the entire building. Magda didn't mind, though, since less people meant fewer distractions, no conversation, and nobody tagging around asking stupid questions because they assumed that she looked like a woman who knew the answers.
The mall was a creepy place at night. The bright crescent moon threw long shadows and silver slivers over the floor. The fountain in the foyer was still running, tinged faintly red from the blood she'd washed from her hands and the tinkling of the water echoed eerily across the linoleum floors and strips of glass windows. Everything else was still, the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the running water and shining thousands of tiny white lights up onto the ceiling. It could have been beautiful if it wasn't so damn strange to see a place that was used to so many people running around suddenly finding itself empty for such a long period of time. As Magda strode down the hallways, shops and stalls stared back at her, the stores forgotten and left to go dusty in this sudden emptiness. No lights were on, since the generator was running low on power and Magda couldn't be bothered to go down and recharge it, nor did she want it to run out completely and leave her powerless.
The mall, despite how dark and dusty it was now, was Magda's best bet for any sort of safety. She'd had enough of wandering the streets and having to shoot on sight. Death and destruction became a little monotonous after a while. It had been a bit of a shock to come to the Werewolf base to find nobody here. In fact, it made her wonder if there were many Werewolves left now.
She shook the thought out of her mind and began to climb the stairs to the upper levels, a bag of food swinging in her left hand, and a Smith & Wesson 1911 in her right. Her boots tapped on every step, crafted of black leather and flat soles that rose up to her calves, buckling down the outer sides. Her torso was adorned in a black corset top with thin straps that wound over her milky shoulders and down her back, while a pair of small shorts left her thighs and knees bare. A belt of holsters were slung about her hips, and a pair of KA-BAR knives were strapped to her left thigh. Another leather band was worn around her right wrist, but this was more for decoration uses than having genuine use. Her mane of straight, raven hair was mostly twisted back into a ponytail, before falling right back down to her back again.
After having reached the top of the stairs, Magda sidled back into the CCTV room where she'd been sat before. Here were her motorbike keys on the desk, her beautiful, beloved leather trench coat draped over the seat, and her various other weapons which she hadn't carried to go down to get food. There were also several candles, providing light without wasting her precious electricity. Plopping herself down in front of the screens, she opened the bag, took out a sandwich and began to strip off the plastic packaging, her silver-green eyes locked onto the surveillance monitors.
The mall was a creepy place at night. The bright crescent moon threw long shadows and silver slivers over the floor. The fountain in the foyer was still running, tinged faintly red from the blood she'd washed from her hands and the tinkling of the water echoed eerily across the linoleum floors and strips of glass windows. Everything else was still, the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the running water and shining thousands of tiny white lights up onto the ceiling. It could have been beautiful if it wasn't so damn strange to see a place that was used to so many people running around suddenly finding itself empty for such a long period of time. As Magda strode down the hallways, shops and stalls stared back at her, the stores forgotten and left to go dusty in this sudden emptiness. No lights were on, since the generator was running low on power and Magda couldn't be bothered to go down and recharge it, nor did she want it to run out completely and leave her powerless.
The mall, despite how dark and dusty it was now, was Magda's best bet for any sort of safety. She'd had enough of wandering the streets and having to shoot on sight. Death and destruction became a little monotonous after a while. It had been a bit of a shock to come to the Werewolf base to find nobody here. In fact, it made her wonder if there were many Werewolves left now.
She shook the thought out of her mind and began to climb the stairs to the upper levels, a bag of food swinging in her left hand, and a Smith & Wesson 1911 in her right. Her boots tapped on every step, crafted of black leather and flat soles that rose up to her calves, buckling down the outer sides. Her torso was adorned in a black corset top with thin straps that wound over her milky shoulders and down her back, while a pair of small shorts left her thighs and knees bare. A belt of holsters were slung about her hips, and a pair of KA-BAR knives were strapped to her left thigh. Another leather band was worn around her right wrist, but this was more for decoration uses than having genuine use. Her mane of straight, raven hair was mostly twisted back into a ponytail, before falling right back down to her back again.
After having reached the top of the stairs, Magda sidled back into the CCTV room where she'd been sat before. Here were her motorbike keys on the desk, her beautiful, beloved leather trench coat draped over the seat, and her various other weapons which she hadn't carried to go down to get food. There were also several candles, providing light without wasting her precious electricity. Plopping herself down in front of the screens, she opened the bag, took out a sandwich and began to strip off the plastic packaging, her silver-green eyes locked onto the surveillance monitors.