Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles

Accomadation.

~If we could fly, would we?~ Jaana wondered as she sat in the snarled up traffic of Las Vegas. She supposed it was better than Los Angeles, but still, as idiots weaved in and out and got nowhere in a hurry she could only wonder what a mess humanity would make on transportation if everyone had access to three dimensions. On the other hand, a sudden impact with the ground would potentially solve the idiot gene pool that seemed to be spreading across the lands.

She pulled her bike into the parking lot of the apartment building that would have seemed ancient to mortal kind. To her it was as young as everything else in this land. ~I know my family came here for opportunity, and I came her to dance for their fiddles, but really, it still ripples my sanity that I, and they, are still here.~ She parked the motorcycle easily enough and grabbed her saddlebags. She fished around in the left one for the keys to the apartment she’d rented before she’d even known if she would be allowed into the domain of the Vegas lord.

The lobby smelled faintly of lemongrass and ginger. She’d smelled more irritating things in worse places, she supposed. She ignored the elevator that seemed to consider refusual of movement every time a button was pushed and took the stairs. Stairs rarely trapped you wondering if you should force your way out or risk the rising sun. Her apartment was on the third floor, facing a courtyard that had since been covered. The realtor she’d hired had been very doubtful she could possibly want it ‘You’ll never see the sun!’ the woman had protested. Jaana had said she’d be sure to not bring any plants. The woman hadn’t seen the humour. But then, she’d yet to meet a realtor who would work by fax and phone with a sense of humour.

The apartment was as she had been promised; hardwood floors and high ceilings. Her steps echoed faintly as she closed the door and walked into the living room. There was no balcony, but she couldn’t imagine anyone ever wanting to be out in the desert heat during daylight hours and by the time the sun went down, you were probably better occupied with other things. Her impression of Vegas was that no one really sat down and appreciated the outside world.

Jaana dropped her saddlebags by the door to the master bedroom and dug out the theatre drapes. Everything else she could want was easy enough to buy or steal, but the risk of new housing without a way to block light was not an option. Hanging curtains didn’t take more than few minutes. She should have less questions than usual if she should actually bring anyone home with her, she doubted it was unusual for people to work nights in this city. Her existence would be much easier if she had less morals than most of her kind, just eat and kill anyone who gave you problems. But, she’d come into the darkness at death’s door due to plague and a burning need for revenge, she wasn’t the average of her kind.

Glancing at her watch, she decided she had more than enough time to go cruise the casinos and find some dinner before there was even a risk the sun would start its journey across the sky.

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