Post by Ciannait on Oct 5, 2010 16:49:11 GMT -6
The splating and pinging coming from the various sized raindrops landing harshly on the concrete roof and aluminum shuttered windows was a sound that Ciannait had not heard in a while. It had been nearly two months since the last decent rain. This however, did not make the current down pour a good occurrence. With all the water pollution in the rivers and streams near the city, the rains that feel from the sky was more akin to a mild acid. It was nothing strong enough to burn skin should someone or something happen to get caught without shelter, but harsh enough that humans should not drink it without a bit of purification. Cian listened to nature’s fury grow as she putzed on the ground level of her building, a once abandoned firehouse turned homey.
She had staked claim to the building only 2 years after the humans had thinned their race close to extinction, nearly taking her own race with them. The firehouse was perfect for her. The ground level was the large bay that had previously held the ladder truck, a hose truck, and the Fire Chief’s SUV. She had made it into her workspace; the place where she tinkered and created her contraptions. She had constructed a large table wooden table that ran the length of the far wall. Her tools and supplies recovered during her scavenging were stored underneath.
A disembodied “vehicle” lay in parts strewn across the center of the bay the frame up on blocks in the middle of the space. It was her current project. The first thing she had done when she claimed the building however, was secure it. She added reinforcement to the man doors and windows and secured the large garage doors closed. After securing the building she had moved onto making the place livable. She took solar panels she had found along the railway tracks and old car batteries to create her own power system. She had made her home completely self sufficient, from her power system to systems for purifying and warming water. Not to mention the fridge she had jerry rigged in order to keep a semi fresh supply of blood. She even had a toilet she could flush manually with a bucket of gray water.
After Cian had gotten the necessities taken care of she began working on luxuries. The upper level of the building had become her living space. The upstairs had been fairly open when she first moved in. At that point there had just been a single large multipurpose room and a multi stall bathroom enclosed in the corner of the larger room. Now, she had modified the small kitchen area with early 21st century camping gear. Cian had also built an enclosed room next to the bathroom for a bedroom. The rest of the space was occupied by random furniture; among the selection is a coffee table, a futon, and a jumbo oversized chair.
Ciannait tightened a nut on the engine she had just finished refurbishing so that it ran off biodiesel. It was time to take a break. Cian wiped her greasy hands off on the shredded rag sticking out of her pocket as she turned to look up at the crack of moonlight streaming in between the rivulets of rain running down a window. The rain had slowed. The wind no longer howled. Clouds still covered most of the sky giving an eerie sensation. She missed the nights along the cliffs she had once call her home. She missed the fresh smell of the soaked moors after a summer night’s down pour, the cool breeze that would swirl around eddying loose leaves, and the magnificently romantic glowing moon. Shaking her head clear of not only the image but the emotion that went along with it, Cian decided that she needed to get out for a bit. Undeterred by the rain she slipped into a waterproof windbreaker and grabbed her pack, ready find and add to her stash.
To be continued...
She had staked claim to the building only 2 years after the humans had thinned their race close to extinction, nearly taking her own race with them. The firehouse was perfect for her. The ground level was the large bay that had previously held the ladder truck, a hose truck, and the Fire Chief’s SUV. She had made it into her workspace; the place where she tinkered and created her contraptions. She had constructed a large table wooden table that ran the length of the far wall. Her tools and supplies recovered during her scavenging were stored underneath.
A disembodied “vehicle” lay in parts strewn across the center of the bay the frame up on blocks in the middle of the space. It was her current project. The first thing she had done when she claimed the building however, was secure it. She added reinforcement to the man doors and windows and secured the large garage doors closed. After securing the building she had moved onto making the place livable. She took solar panels she had found along the railway tracks and old car batteries to create her own power system. She had made her home completely self sufficient, from her power system to systems for purifying and warming water. Not to mention the fridge she had jerry rigged in order to keep a semi fresh supply of blood. She even had a toilet she could flush manually with a bucket of gray water.
After Cian had gotten the necessities taken care of she began working on luxuries. The upper level of the building had become her living space. The upstairs had been fairly open when she first moved in. At that point there had just been a single large multipurpose room and a multi stall bathroom enclosed in the corner of the larger room. Now, she had modified the small kitchen area with early 21st century camping gear. Cian had also built an enclosed room next to the bathroom for a bedroom. The rest of the space was occupied by random furniture; among the selection is a coffee table, a futon, and a jumbo oversized chair.
Ciannait tightened a nut on the engine she had just finished refurbishing so that it ran off biodiesel. It was time to take a break. Cian wiped her greasy hands off on the shredded rag sticking out of her pocket as she turned to look up at the crack of moonlight streaming in between the rivulets of rain running down a window. The rain had slowed. The wind no longer howled. Clouds still covered most of the sky giving an eerie sensation. She missed the nights along the cliffs she had once call her home. She missed the fresh smell of the soaked moors after a summer night’s down pour, the cool breeze that would swirl around eddying loose leaves, and the magnificently romantic glowing moon. Shaking her head clear of not only the image but the emotion that went along with it, Cian decided that she needed to get out for a bit. Undeterred by the rain she slipped into a waterproof windbreaker and grabbed her pack, ready find and add to her stash.
To be continued...
