07-24-2013, 01:08 PM
Leaving the Vatican was something Aria didn't do alone. From the age of 16 Aria to the present, Aria had always been accompanied by someone - her father, a handler, someone always someone. It wasn't that Aria was dangerous, unless you were a monster. But her talents leaned more on the explosive side and when her task took her to the heart of a crime scene or the middle of some inexplicable place there were always emotions, and those emotions could overwhelm her. It had gotten better over the years as she learned to control it. Her father finally found it upon himself to grant her the right to be a free agent and had insisted she do it away from the Vatican. Moscow was not her first choice, but neither was it the last. Anywhere in the world was probably better than Vatican City - even Rome was better in Aria's eyes. The religious nuts drove Aria mad. They were always in the way. Every place else had to be better.
The trip into the DVII to DVI was not pleasant. It took all of Aria's strength not to wretch from the mass of people and the stench the passengers of those buses and trains gave off. Ground travel was much safer and easier for Aria. Most people looked at her weaponry with confusion and fear. She didn't care about the looks, most people avoided her. Her father told her on numerous occasions to pack them away, but Aria didn't listen. She never listened to him, by all of his accounts.
Aria watched the scenes go by trying to avoid contact with humans. A mere brush up could send Aria into a massive headache from the rush of emotions. Her pack of what little she owned sat on the seat next to her. When an elderly lady got on the bus and indicated she wanted the seat Aria tried to avoid the situation by faining sleep, but the woman picked up the rather heavy bag and heaved it across to the other seat. Aria growled at the woman and moved to the seat her belongings had been thrown. Why did she let this woman push her around? Aria growled at herself but her father's words rang in her ears, "Be careful of those you anger." Anger was by far the worst feeling one could thrust upon her senses. It was all consuming - anger was the reason for most crimes and it stank worse than three day old corpses.
Aria pulled herself into the corner seat with her bag huddled up in her lap. She pulled her ear buds up and drowned herself in the heavy beats of the 1990's. The music was old fashioned, but it was good music to drown in when Aria wanted to be left alone.
When Aria found herself at the last stop just inside of Moscow proper she was at a loss. This was the first time she was alone. It was up to her now to find her way through this massive city. The streets were busy, and Aria didn't have the faintest idea of where to go. Aria pulled the leather bound note book she kept everything in. Her entire life fit into this one leather bound book. She flipped to the address in her book of the new headquarters. That was her first stop, but how on earth did she get there. Aria chided herself on better planning in the future. She made a small note in the task section of her book. "Get a GPS!!!" She only hoped she could afford one. Why had she no thought about it?
Aria started walking. She knew she looked like a tourist, but what would you do if you hadn't been out alone before. Completely on her own for the very first time in her life. Aria was like a child in a candy shoppe. She walked all over, following the ebb of the crowd, letting it take here where it went.
The sites were amazing, but the people were full of emotions and Aria started to feel things much to closely. And at the most inopportune time a man brushed her hand and the flood of emotions overwhelmed her head and in her haste to escape people Aria ran straight into a pair of women talking at an outdoor table. Aria stood back up dusting herself off and trying not to clutch at her head all the while trying to apologize to the two innocent women. "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."
The trip into the DVII to DVI was not pleasant. It took all of Aria's strength not to wretch from the mass of people and the stench the passengers of those buses and trains gave off. Ground travel was much safer and easier for Aria. Most people looked at her weaponry with confusion and fear. She didn't care about the looks, most people avoided her. Her father told her on numerous occasions to pack them away, but Aria didn't listen. She never listened to him, by all of his accounts.
Aria watched the scenes go by trying to avoid contact with humans. A mere brush up could send Aria into a massive headache from the rush of emotions. Her pack of what little she owned sat on the seat next to her. When an elderly lady got on the bus and indicated she wanted the seat Aria tried to avoid the situation by faining sleep, but the woman picked up the rather heavy bag and heaved it across to the other seat. Aria growled at the woman and moved to the seat her belongings had been thrown. Why did she let this woman push her around? Aria growled at herself but her father's words rang in her ears, "Be careful of those you anger." Anger was by far the worst feeling one could thrust upon her senses. It was all consuming - anger was the reason for most crimes and it stank worse than three day old corpses.
Aria pulled herself into the corner seat with her bag huddled up in her lap. She pulled her ear buds up and drowned herself in the heavy beats of the 1990's. The music was old fashioned, but it was good music to drown in when Aria wanted to be left alone.
When Aria found herself at the last stop just inside of Moscow proper she was at a loss. This was the first time she was alone. It was up to her now to find her way through this massive city. The streets were busy, and Aria didn't have the faintest idea of where to go. Aria pulled the leather bound note book she kept everything in. Her entire life fit into this one leather bound book. She flipped to the address in her book of the new headquarters. That was her first stop, but how on earth did she get there. Aria chided herself on better planning in the future. She made a small note in the task section of her book. "Get a GPS!!!" She only hoped she could afford one. Why had she no thought about it?
Aria started walking. She knew she looked like a tourist, but what would you do if you hadn't been out alone before. Completely on her own for the very first time in her life. Aria was like a child in a candy shoppe. She walked all over, following the ebb of the crowd, letting it take here where it went.
The sites were amazing, but the people were full of emotions and Aria started to feel things much to closely. And at the most inopportune time a man brushed her hand and the flood of emotions overwhelmed her head and in her haste to escape people Aria ran straight into a pair of women talking at an outdoor table. Aria stood back up dusting herself off and trying not to clutch at her head all the while trying to apologize to the two innocent women. "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful."