Post by Memvis Tolstoy on Jan 16, 2012 3:52:49 GMT -5
Artemis's eyes opened as the ship, the Tireless Stallion, gave a particularly violent lurch. An expression of mild irritation painted her face at being awoken, though seconds later it faded into nothing. Artemis still found it difficult to maintain any kind of emotion for very long before her mind simply emptied of all feeling. Her body, as powerful as it may be, was still in a state of advanced disrepair on mental stand point. The past, as far as she could remember, was a distant dream; some made up story that someone had relayed to her long ago. Only Lorelei, her maker stood out strongly in her thoughts, may she rest in peace. At the same time however, the machinery in her mind brought the present into startling, and perfect clarity.
The girl's crystalline, blue eyes passed slowly over the other passengers that rested in the hold with clinical intensity. Plain feather beds were laid out in four neat rows, and were covered with rather mundane grey sheets. A little less than half of them were occupied this day by passengers who paid for safe transport between island and city ports. Artemis had not paid of course. The cyborg had instead sneaked into the ship and cloistered herself in a dark corner, covered by a tattered blanket.
Standing up, she began to walk towards the stairs which led her up to the top of the ship. It was still night, and the constellations twinkled brightly in their abyssal homes. The moon was at a waxing crescent, much of the celestial body being hidden in a shadow darker than that of space itself. Others who found sleep elusive, stood on the deck and observed the night sky with fondness and awe, and she found herself also becoming lost in the grandness of space. Under the starlight above, her pale skin almost seemed to glow and her eyes, did indeed begin to light up with azure light. Letting out a sigh, she looked back down to the black, glassy water below the ship. The speed of the vessel caused the silken white dress she wore to flutter. It was cold out that night, but Artemis wasn't bothered by the icy chill of the wind.
Looking to her left, her gaze rested on a boy who stood leaning against the railing of the ship. In some distant corner of her mind she thought he was kind of cute, though that feeling quickly faded, which in turn made her scowl with fury, which also faded. Seeing the futility of getting upset about it, she simply walked over next to the boy and leaned against the railing as he did. In her best imitation of cheerfulness, for she felt nothing, she said,
"Nice night, isn't it?"
The girl's crystalline, blue eyes passed slowly over the other passengers that rested in the hold with clinical intensity. Plain feather beds were laid out in four neat rows, and were covered with rather mundane grey sheets. A little less than half of them were occupied this day by passengers who paid for safe transport between island and city ports. Artemis had not paid of course. The cyborg had instead sneaked into the ship and cloistered herself in a dark corner, covered by a tattered blanket.
Standing up, she began to walk towards the stairs which led her up to the top of the ship. It was still night, and the constellations twinkled brightly in their abyssal homes. The moon was at a waxing crescent, much of the celestial body being hidden in a shadow darker than that of space itself. Others who found sleep elusive, stood on the deck and observed the night sky with fondness and awe, and she found herself also becoming lost in the grandness of space. Under the starlight above, her pale skin almost seemed to glow and her eyes, did indeed begin to light up with azure light. Letting out a sigh, she looked back down to the black, glassy water below the ship. The speed of the vessel caused the silken white dress she wore to flutter. It was cold out that night, but Artemis wasn't bothered by the icy chill of the wind.
Looking to her left, her gaze rested on a boy who stood leaning against the railing of the ship. In some distant corner of her mind she thought he was kind of cute, though that feeling quickly faded, which in turn made her scowl with fury, which also faded. Seeing the futility of getting upset about it, she simply walked over next to the boy and leaned against the railing as he did. In her best imitation of cheerfulness, for she felt nothing, she said,
"Nice night, isn't it?"