Post by Celest Aeterna on Nov 10, 2012 17:58:33 GMT -5
Day and night.
Night and day.
Existence became rather monotonous.
In early morning there was setting traps. If there was food eating. Watch out for outsiders and patrol. Make sure not to leave trails. At noon go to a water source and collect couple of liters of water. Boil it. If possible wash cloths and take care of weaponry. Find an interesting item, book or a magazine or contraption if possible. The problem was in it all being shadowed by bare survival. Celest had to plan out every step in advance and while organizing was within her skill set she never truly had a chance to satisfy the greatest craving of Homo Aurum, their curiosity.
Research. She liked observing the world. Looking at the frail connections in it and the tender balance of nature. Puzzles were what kept her going, existing. If all was just pure survival the Prima would have lost the will to fight. Yet, world wouldn’t allow it. The outside she was tossed into after Andes was a mystery and she a blank canvas. Untainted by the knowledge experience provided she had the opportunity of few to see the world with new eyes. Everything was a puzzle and at same time it was known. Her theoretical knowledge was one finest minds of Homo Sapiens would envy but theory was worth little without practical skill and experiment. If only she had more time to explore it…
Haven and what they called the embassy were places that could offer her shelter and food. Humans lived in Haven. They were interesting, they were ancestor race on which the Goldenblood evolved and grew but she couldn’t quite be among that many of them. Not yet. They were too animalistic and chaotic. The embassy had vampires in it, a lot of them youthful and she was unwilling to be in a situation to be interrogated. Each of the choices would provide protection and time… but how to explain not getting ill? Not aging? No, she had to be on her own.
Past week was laboring. She had to travel more to find food and salvage any items she could use. Celest entertained herself by fixing various gadgets or finding new use for them. It’s why she was this far. Sun was setting and rain started. Drop at a time the soft shower began.
The golden blood looked up at the sky for a moment letting water slide down her cheeks. With eyes closed she enjoyed it before looking at the door. It was an old theater. She walked inside while rain started to poor down behind. Night began but Celest wanted to see what was in here. She read about these buildings so much and Shakespeare’s work that would have been played in a place like this. Compared to the outside appearance it was well preserved. Dusty, dirty… with plenty of pieces turned over and few chairs broken but still marvelous.
She stepped into the main concert hall. The sight made her eyes wide. It was beautiful. Balcony above and rows of seats in a seemingly endless line leading to the stage. Slowly she walked inside, her eyes glancing around trying to take in size of this room. Her mind already did calculations and was distracted as one of the machetes on her hip tapped a seat. Smile appeared…she was so taken in by this discovery. It hasn’t happened in a while.
Hazel eyes went to the steps leading to the stage and the concert piano on it. Carefully, as if entering a temple, she approached the instrument. It was once a shining black, now with a layer of dust on it and evidence of age. Tenderly she touched it. Dirt didn’t bother her and with care she dragged fingertips over the surface, scratch marks made by mice until coming to the keys. Celest’s smile grew as if it was an old friend or lover she saw. It was more. A memory. Among other things she learned to play the piano at the Andes. It wasn’t the core of her education but it was at times a welcomed relaxation.
She sat down slowly and took off the hoody, placed hands on keys and started to play. Piano allowed the cord to sound and notes of “Clair de Lune” gently filled the grand hall. Echo was shy, chamber waking from slumber with each new note. Music wasn’t heard here in a decade. Her fingers slowly delivered the music they remembered. It was music fond to her, one she often played. Celest closed her eyes letting sound of it fill her until she played the very last note.
Night and day.
Existence became rather monotonous.
In early morning there was setting traps. If there was food eating. Watch out for outsiders and patrol. Make sure not to leave trails. At noon go to a water source and collect couple of liters of water. Boil it. If possible wash cloths and take care of weaponry. Find an interesting item, book or a magazine or contraption if possible. The problem was in it all being shadowed by bare survival. Celest had to plan out every step in advance and while organizing was within her skill set she never truly had a chance to satisfy the greatest craving of Homo Aurum, their curiosity.
Research. She liked observing the world. Looking at the frail connections in it and the tender balance of nature. Puzzles were what kept her going, existing. If all was just pure survival the Prima would have lost the will to fight. Yet, world wouldn’t allow it. The outside she was tossed into after Andes was a mystery and she a blank canvas. Untainted by the knowledge experience provided she had the opportunity of few to see the world with new eyes. Everything was a puzzle and at same time it was known. Her theoretical knowledge was one finest minds of Homo Sapiens would envy but theory was worth little without practical skill and experiment. If only she had more time to explore it…
Haven and what they called the embassy were places that could offer her shelter and food. Humans lived in Haven. They were interesting, they were ancestor race on which the Goldenblood evolved and grew but she couldn’t quite be among that many of them. Not yet. They were too animalistic and chaotic. The embassy had vampires in it, a lot of them youthful and she was unwilling to be in a situation to be interrogated. Each of the choices would provide protection and time… but how to explain not getting ill? Not aging? No, she had to be on her own.
Past week was laboring. She had to travel more to find food and salvage any items she could use. Celest entertained herself by fixing various gadgets or finding new use for them. It’s why she was this far. Sun was setting and rain started. Drop at a time the soft shower began.
The golden blood looked up at the sky for a moment letting water slide down her cheeks. With eyes closed she enjoyed it before looking at the door. It was an old theater. She walked inside while rain started to poor down behind. Night began but Celest wanted to see what was in here. She read about these buildings so much and Shakespeare’s work that would have been played in a place like this. Compared to the outside appearance it was well preserved. Dusty, dirty… with plenty of pieces turned over and few chairs broken but still marvelous.
She stepped into the main concert hall. The sight made her eyes wide. It was beautiful. Balcony above and rows of seats in a seemingly endless line leading to the stage. Slowly she walked inside, her eyes glancing around trying to take in size of this room. Her mind already did calculations and was distracted as one of the machetes on her hip tapped a seat. Smile appeared…she was so taken in by this discovery. It hasn’t happened in a while.
Hazel eyes went to the steps leading to the stage and the concert piano on it. Carefully, as if entering a temple, she approached the instrument. It was once a shining black, now with a layer of dust on it and evidence of age. Tenderly she touched it. Dirt didn’t bother her and with care she dragged fingertips over the surface, scratch marks made by mice until coming to the keys. Celest’s smile grew as if it was an old friend or lover she saw. It was more. A memory. Among other things she learned to play the piano at the Andes. It wasn’t the core of her education but it was at times a welcomed relaxation.
She sat down slowly and took off the hoody, placed hands on keys and started to play. Piano allowed the cord to sound and notes of “Clair de Lune” gently filled the grand hall. Echo was shy, chamber waking from slumber with each new note. Music wasn’t heard here in a decade. Her fingers slowly delivered the music they remembered. It was music fond to her, one she often played. Celest closed her eyes letting sound of it fill her until she played the very last note.