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Books, no matter how worn or tattered their pages are, still serve as Sera's closest companions since she's arrived in Portland. There's an entire stack of them on either end of the bed. Each copy has been purchased, pleaded for, or borrowed to add to the collection. By now the stacks have gotten to an acceptable size, and her glasses are only resting on the nightstand if she's asleep or the rare occasion when she's outside.
Outside. It's an odd situation when someone can count being in a cavern as being outdoors. But given what Roland has said about the world, Sera is starting to realize that there isn't much choice, and stepping out of the building into a wider set of earth walls and ceiling is as good as she's going to get for now. Still, the idea of there being no such thing as beaches in this world is painful to think about; too much like Junkyard for her to be comfortable. The one window in the room stays wide open, despite the bleak scenery. She's been in too many windowless closed off places in the past, and doesn't want to go back to them if she has any choice.
She can hear people outside, moving around and talking. Maybe some of them are Cielo and his gang of soccer kids. She's tempted to go out and check, but realizes that it's a fruitless idea. Lately the trip to the Mad Mart alone is enough to leave her breathing hard, and she hasn't tried running in a long time. Something tells her that doing so would be a bad idea, and she'd get more then just a stitch in her side from trying.
It's been getting too easy for her to get tired, or start a coughing fit. Sometimes she thinks it's because of the air, but other times her entire body feels too heavy for her to expand her lungs to get a good breath.
More voices from below, but they fade away as the speakers move into the distance. She can't make out what it is that they're talking about, although that might be for the best.
Conversations were the other reason she didn't go outside much. She didn't have much to say beyond trying to sound encouraging or hopeful, and from the cynical expressions and remarks she's received in the past, she doubts that such words are appreciated or taken seriously.
There's also what she hears being said. "How much longer do we have to endure this punishment?" "Society's been getting more bold…" and the worst are the constant discussions about the Cyber Shaman that the adults like to talk about.
When she first heard those words she froze up. The two people talking were a resident in the city and soldier, and their tones were a mix of anger, disgust, and worry. Once she heard them talk and eaves dropped more, she'd pieced together where the Embryon had arrived, and the world Roland was from.
Sera groped for another book and instantly threw open the cover when she found it. She knew where she was now, and thinking about it made her head hurt, her eyes sting, and her stomach turn over. So she tried to throw herself into anything else that came along. No worrying about the sun, or her involvement in it. She wanted to put it off as long as she could, until one of the Embryon or Roland asked her about it. Until then, she was going to stay in her safe little hole, with her paper friends and written worlds.
((OOC: Written mostly for introspection's sake, but open if anyone really wants to interact.))
Outside. It's an odd situation when someone can count being in a cavern as being outdoors. But given what Roland has said about the world, Sera is starting to realize that there isn't much choice, and stepping out of the building into a wider set of earth walls and ceiling is as good as she's going to get for now. Still, the idea of there being no such thing as beaches in this world is painful to think about; too much like Junkyard for her to be comfortable. The one window in the room stays wide open, despite the bleak scenery. She's been in too many windowless closed off places in the past, and doesn't want to go back to them if she has any choice.
She can hear people outside, moving around and talking. Maybe some of them are Cielo and his gang of soccer kids. She's tempted to go out and check, but realizes that it's a fruitless idea. Lately the trip to the Mad Mart alone is enough to leave her breathing hard, and she hasn't tried running in a long time. Something tells her that doing so would be a bad idea, and she'd get more then just a stitch in her side from trying.
It's been getting too easy for her to get tired, or start a coughing fit. Sometimes she thinks it's because of the air, but other times her entire body feels too heavy for her to expand her lungs to get a good breath.
More voices from below, but they fade away as the speakers move into the distance. She can't make out what it is that they're talking about, although that might be for the best.
Conversations were the other reason she didn't go outside much. She didn't have much to say beyond trying to sound encouraging or hopeful, and from the cynical expressions and remarks she's received in the past, she doubts that such words are appreciated or taken seriously.
There's also what she hears being said. "How much longer do we have to endure this punishment?" "Society's been getting more bold…" and the worst are the constant discussions about the Cyber Shaman that the adults like to talk about.
When she first heard those words she froze up. The two people talking were a resident in the city and soldier, and their tones were a mix of anger, disgust, and worry. Once she heard them talk and eaves dropped more, she'd pieced together where the Embryon had arrived, and the world Roland was from.
Sera groped for another book and instantly threw open the cover when she found it. She knew where she was now, and thinking about it made her head hurt, her eyes sting, and her stomach turn over. So she tried to throw herself into anything else that came along. No worrying about the sun, or her involvement in it. She wanted to put it off as long as she could, until one of the Embryon or Roland asked her about it. Until then, she was going to stay in her safe little hole, with her paper friends and written worlds.
((OOC: Written mostly for introspection's sake, but open if anyone really wants to interact.))