Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-08-10 02:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully, ~neytiri |
Who: Jake and Neytiri
Where: New Washington, Jefferson District.
What: Exploring
When: Backdated to Friday
Rating: Gross for pollution and general grime
Open: Nope
Status: WIP
Jake walked slowly beside Neytiri, his right leg still trailing a bit as they made their way through the crowds, and held tight to her hand. It was no different to any of the other times he'd been through, he knew as much, but the grime felt stickier, the air felt dirtier and the sheer deadness of the place was far more obvious now than it had ever been before. He didn't think it was possible to hate somewhere quite as much as he hated this Earth, especially now that he'd seen a handful of variations of it, all with different environments, but none of them were as shitty as here. Even Coruscant had managed to be clean, he thought, as he coughed to clear his throat. He'd insisted that Neytiri wear a breathing mask, but as usual for him, he didn't bother.
The people were as gray as the sky above, the only real color coming from the ever-present advertisements that filled the skies and covered the buildings, and it looked kinda like it was gearing up to start raining on them. He blinked as a sudden memory hit him, of the night Tommy had died while he'd been picking fights in the bar they were arriving behind; lying on his back in the puddles, yelling up at the maglevs and the rain and then two suits looming over him...
"The next block's where I used to live," he said, "but I can't show you my apartment 'cause I don't have a passcard any more so we can't get inside. You're not missing anything. My bedroom back on the Island's bigger than the whole apartment here."