08-19-2014, 11:14 AM
Continued from Dueling Dragons
(closed for now)
The past few days had not been her normal routine. The day she'd met Lucas shifted her schedule to the point that staying up another 24 hours didn't sound like a good idea to Aria.
She woke up early, it was always dark when she woke up. The day's flowed like her nights used to. Morning workout, it was sad she couldn't get outside in the fresh air to practice, but inside it was warm and her sparse studio worked well for that. Thankfully no one lived underneath her so she didn't disturb their wee hours sleep. Aria's routine was always the same, same practiced moves she did since Father Dimitri had given her free reign of her workouts. Stretching then sword forms. Some of the hunters likened it to dancing, but it was more like tai-chi than anything. Slow movements, perfected over time. Providing control of her body at all times. Cardio was the same, except the movements varied as she sparred an invisible opponent.
Shower, dressed and then to Atharim headquarters to research more about Ascendancy's past. There were many questions and many inconsistencies. For instance, Siberia monastery? What really happened? That was someplace Aria above all others might be able to figure out what had happened. If it were emotionally encapsulating of death and destruction as the manuscript Regus had her searching through when she first got to Moscow, surely something would be gained from going there. She'd started researching the means to get there.
The day grew late and Aria's stomach rumbled. Her apartment not far away allowed her to eat in the privacy of her own home. Unlike a few days ago, something actually adorned her walls. Aria had framed Lucas' drawing and hung it above her bed as a reminder of the internal struggle. Not that it was needed, it was a daily fight. Nearly hourly as the pain and suffering of humanity poured into Aria's body. The later the day grew the worse it got. Too many minds awake and feeling.
Tonight Aria would stay up despite her better judgement. The night was so much easier to function in. Aria went into the Desolate Scroll and nodded to the shop keep, he had a customer who was waiting. The man was nearly empty of all emotion. Aria glanced over her shoulder and wondered if he as like Dane's doctor at the precinct. Sentient or just empty? She wouldn't put empty past anyone since meeting Dane.
Aria took the stairs two and at time and opened the door to her apartment. Sanctuary so to speak, but it was home regardless of the sparse state.
Edited by Aria, Aug 19 2014, 11:19 AM.
(closed for now)
The past few days had not been her normal routine. The day she'd met Lucas shifted her schedule to the point that staying up another 24 hours didn't sound like a good idea to Aria.
She woke up early, it was always dark when she woke up. The day's flowed like her nights used to. Morning workout, it was sad she couldn't get outside in the fresh air to practice, but inside it was warm and her sparse studio worked well for that. Thankfully no one lived underneath her so she didn't disturb their wee hours sleep. Aria's routine was always the same, same practiced moves she did since Father Dimitri had given her free reign of her workouts. Stretching then sword forms. Some of the hunters likened it to dancing, but it was more like tai-chi than anything. Slow movements, perfected over time. Providing control of her body at all times. Cardio was the same, except the movements varied as she sparred an invisible opponent.
Shower, dressed and then to Atharim headquarters to research more about Ascendancy's past. There were many questions and many inconsistencies. For instance, Siberia monastery? What really happened? That was someplace Aria above all others might be able to figure out what had happened. If it were emotionally encapsulating of death and destruction as the manuscript Regus had her searching through when she first got to Moscow, surely something would be gained from going there. She'd started researching the means to get there.
The day grew late and Aria's stomach rumbled. Her apartment not far away allowed her to eat in the privacy of her own home. Unlike a few days ago, something actually adorned her walls. Aria had framed Lucas' drawing and hung it above her bed as a reminder of the internal struggle. Not that it was needed, it was a daily fight. Nearly hourly as the pain and suffering of humanity poured into Aria's body. The later the day grew the worse it got. Too many minds awake and feeling.
Tonight Aria would stay up despite her better judgement. The night was so much easier to function in. Aria went into the Desolate Scroll and nodded to the shop keep, he had a customer who was waiting. The man was nearly empty of all emotion. Aria glanced over her shoulder and wondered if he as like Dane's doctor at the precinct. Sentient or just empty? She wouldn't put empty past anyone since meeting Dane.
Aria took the stairs two and at time and opened the door to her apartment. Sanctuary so to speak, but it was home regardless of the sparse state.
Edited by Aria, Aug 19 2014, 11:19 AM.