Nola Delemont (nolaad) wrote in serenuscity, @ 2010-08-12 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, checkmate, sniper |
THREAD: CHECKMATE & SNIPER
Who: Nola Delemont & Lucas Bishop
What: Alcoholic distractions and a first meeting.
When: Thursday, August 12, 2112 - evening.
Where: An unmemorable bar in South Sector
Rating: PG-13 (for language, if anything)
Sleep had been an activity Nola hadn’t had the luxury of experiencing much lately. Since her encounter with Coyote, AKA Steven (or vise versa, however one thought of it), it had been brought to her attention that her little “power” might be more dangerous than what the other Special Gens possessed. Now, it seemed that much more imperative for her to keep it a secret. The citizens of Serenus were wary enough of them, they didn’t need to find out she could knock them unconscious and Lord knows what else. Not only was there the fear of others to worry about, but also what the Military might want to use her for – her mind was now a weapon.
So on this particular evening, Nola found herself in the nearest bar she’d come across in the South Sector, a whiskey sour barely touched in front of her. It was slowly becoming diluted from the melting ice as she traced her fingertip along the edge of the glass. Her eyes were fixated on the napkin before her, pen in her opposite hand, idly jotting down notes that played in her head. It was a welcome distraction from the dilemma at hand and on the positive side - it served as some inspiration. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well create.
Nola was oblivious to the others that moved around her, though there weren’t too many out this Thursday night. It was better than staring at the wall in her residence –an empty, depressing room that she’d yet to personalize. A bar seemed like a more suitable and familiar setting. She began to hum softly to the tune only she could hear, her fingers finally ending their dance on the rim to lift the liquor filled glass to her lips.