Her body is sore, and her ears are still ringing. For the first time since her arrival, she's actually fearing tomorrow.
She's had an eventful day, to say the least, and the last thing Natasha want's to do is paperwork. This time, Natasha decides she's going to pass on being a team player, and instead she finds herself wandering through a subsector that she hasn't seen yet. The damage that's been done by Death Leopard hasn't seemed to reach here, and it's no wonder - she can practically smell pretentiousness in the air. The buildings are nicer, the streets are cleaner, and it doesn't take Natasha long to realize that there aren't nearly as many RED clearance suits walking around as there are in the other parts of the Complex.
There's no sign that she's in an area restricted from her clearance so Natasha keeps moving until she finds the waterfront, the surface calm and glass-like in the stale air. It still smells like water in the air, though, and although it's no Atlantic, or Pacific, when Natasha leans against the railing and closes her eyes she can almost pretend like she's somewhere else; somewhere simple. Well... somewhere else, at least. Natasha doesn't really know 'simple'.
With a deep breath she fills her lungs with air that smells cleaner here than it does where she usually spends her time, and her eyes open again to stare out across the waterfront. This place is bad enough to actually make her miss living as a fugitive.
Natasha | Evening
She's had an eventful day, to say the least, and the last thing Natasha want's to do is paperwork. This time, Natasha decides she's going to pass on being a team player, and instead she finds herself wandering through a subsector that she hasn't seen yet. The damage that's been done by Death Leopard hasn't seemed to reach here, and it's no wonder - she can practically smell pretentiousness in the air. The buildings are nicer, the streets are cleaner, and it doesn't take Natasha long to realize that there aren't nearly as many RED clearance suits walking around as there are in the other parts of the Complex.
There's no sign that she's in an area restricted from her clearance so Natasha keeps moving until she finds the waterfront, the surface calm and glass-like in the stale air. It still smells like water in the air, though, and although it's no Atlantic, or Pacific, when Natasha leans against the railing and closes her eyes she can almost pretend like she's somewhere else; somewhere simple. Well... somewhere else, at least. Natasha doesn't really know 'simple'.
With a deep breath she fills her lungs with air that smells cleaner here than it does where she usually spends her time, and her eyes open again to stare out across the waterfront. This place is bad enough to actually make her miss living as a fugitive.