Post by siphon on Mar 24, 2010 22:25:42 GMT -5
The night was fair, the full moon slung low in the midnight sky. Stars shone brightly, the celestial bodies lighting her dank path. Dust wafted over her old combat-styled boots, coating the distressed fabric with a thin film.
Siphon's lips pressed into a thin line of distaste, wondering why she'd even come here. It was rank with the scent of mold, and displeasing to the eyes.
She huddled deeper into her brown bomber jacket and pressed on despite her thoughts to turn back. She didn't want to go back to that hell-hole of an apartment with it's bulging ceiling and drafty windows. The water was always cold and the kitchen sink didn't work.
But it was all she could afford.
But the cramped space made it more difficult when her nightmares crept up on her. The ghosts that haunted her made themselves at home in that disgusting place; it made her feel claustrophobic.
The only thing she could think to do was grab her jacket and leave when those tormenting dreams struck. Fresh air was the only thing that helped clear her mind.
But how the hell had she gotten here?
A small, slightly-rusted door stood off in the corner, sparking her interest immediately. Footsteps silent on the old pavement, she made her way over to it, using her foot to open it. No way in hell was she going to get rust all over her new jacket.
Unfortunately, the latch held.
Cursing colorfully, Siphon removed her hands from her pockets and shoved her sleeves up to her elbows. Carefully - and with only her fingertips - she gripped the knob and turned. It turned with ease, and the door swung open with an eerie screech that made her grimace.
Darkness loomed before her, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. The moon's rays were diluted by the grungy window panes, but Siphon's eyesight was good enough to tell her that she stood in the doorway of an old warehouse.
Dust coated everything, making it appear as though it hadn't been touched for years. Boxes were stacked on everything, looking like sentinels standing guard over an otherwise abandoned post. They towered menacingly over her as she stepped inside, not bothering to close the door behind her.
Jackpot
What better place to lift goods from than an abandoned warehouse? Maybe then she could pay for a new apartment.
Now she could only hope that some of these boxes contained something of worth.