every night the motion must be fixed by glue;
With Miseti closed due to the lack of supplies, and therefore the lack of anything to cook with she was at a loose end. Most people would be glad of the down time, but without the supplies in the Complex to occupy her, Iona was just bored. It was times like this she felt her most morbid really, snatching her camera from her apartment, wrapped up in a coat and scarf, she'd started wandering around. Most days it wasn't wise to do that, the wind could get up to speeds capable of slamming a grown man off his feet, but thankfully today was different., the wind was subtle, frigid but more like a sigh rolling down the streets of the Complex than anything. It had stopped snowing for the first time all week, there had been at least a small flurry every day, and though it was grey and overcast - as always - it was at least relatively calm. Iona passed a sigh through her lips, simultaneously adjusting the strap she wore around her neck to make sure she didn't drop her camera. There were a few people here and there, taking a walk maybe, or just wandering like she was, and the brunette ignored anyone she passed anyway more or less. With tempers frayed like they were she wasn't taking chances. Of course, if anyone got pissy with her, she could throw them down the street without batting an eye but then the secret would be out, wouldn't it? Best to just keep her head down.

When it came down to it, she felt like she'd already photographed every inch of the Complex already, she thought as she raised the camera to her eye and looked up at one of the buildings. The wastelands would look so much more dynamic on film, with all that decay, the angles of the rubble and the steel girders. But there was no hope of getting out there to snap a few shots of course, not unless she wanted the Authority to blow her head off. No thanks.

Changing the filter with fumbling, glove covered fingers, Iona made a face. Last roll of film. Last chance to get some decent shots before she went back to killing time in Rostat by tossing darts and freaking people out by making them think she was trying to hit them and not the dart board. Hilarious.

Times were rough. You had to entertain yourself somehow in this dump...

[ANDREW.]