Liadine Montrose (yellowsunling) wrote in otherworld_logs, @ 2015-05-03 10:26:00 |
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The city was a kingdom of grey buildings, loud vehicles, thousands of voices speaking at once, and magnificent arrays of lights once the sun went down. It was fair to say Lia far preferred Vancouver at night, the atmosphere shifting into something vibrant, exciting, and a little bit dangerous. The caliber and personality of the people who walked the streets transformed into something else: young couples on their way to a place to eat, gaggles of young adults hanging out and having fun, last minute shoppers getting their day's fix. Standing on the corner of a block in a long-sleeved dress with the tag still on the back (it was pretty, she wanted it, she walked out of the store with it), she garnered a few curious looks for being a tall, beautiful young woman in nice clothes but who looked like she hadn't bathed or slept in a few days. Lia didn't mind so much, really. Maybe she'd go find Beaver Lake later and take a dip. It was an incorrect assumption to label the fae girl destitute. She didn't consider herself homeless or crazy, only adventurous. In her homeworld - what these pesky humans called the Otherworld - she'd traveled vast distances and explored foreign terrains. Only here under the confines of social etiquette and law was she viewed as someone possible deranged for blatantly disregarding the natural flow of human existence and function. Such as just now, as she crossed the street on a green light and got honked at and nearly hit, but she marched on past as if she felt untouchable. As she passed a couple of older men she heard them conversing about power outages in the southeastern part of the city and somewhat in Burnaby. Expected, from what she understood. Rifts did this sort of thing. But moments after she concluded this wasn't much to dwell upon, Downtown went dark. There was a vast outcry from people from blocks around, the whole district screeching to a halt as nothing lit the dark streets but cars lights. Lia peered around, smiling up at the sudden coating of stars over her head, and continued to trek to Stanley Park. Though she didn't quite make it that far. She stashed herself at the mouth of an alleyway around midnight, watching with blatant boredom as these things called police officers attempted to arrest a thief. She'd heard glass shattering over the course of her walk, some ruffian thinking it was entirely acceptable to make use of the darkness and the unfortunate side effect of most alarm systems failing for it. Curious, she got up to spy on the commotion, but the thief rounded the corner and barreled into the fae girl, knocking her onto the sidewalk as two officers sprinted after him. So she lay there on the cold cement, eyes once again back at the stars, pouting a bit. "That was very rude." |