tria 23rd, 81381. <s>jude ahara</s>. kitty. private for muerrin. Glittering glass reflected the light, pieces of midnight woven onto the translucent surfaces like a torn tapestry crumbled upon a floor of tiled dirt. Puddles of murky, muddy water rested, stagnant, amidst the dirt floor, and the ceiling was made of moonlight and air, light streaking onyx in aslant rows that crisscrossed as they were reflected back upon themselves by the shimmering wasteland below. In a distant dirty way, it was beautiful. The girlÂ’s expression was as remote as the ruin's beauty as she walked with sharp, cat-like movements through the debris, her feet as silent as the grave against the ground. Her copper fur was turned to porcelain beneath the eye of a silvery moon, the deep ocean-blue of her eyes like mirrored corridors that seemed endless. Lounging against a wall and crossing her hands quietly behind her head, the scientist was a doll carved of midnight and snow, her eyelashes smudges of blank ink across the parchment of her face as her eyelids fluttered shut like butterfly wings. For all of her remoteness she seemed barely there - a chimera, a trick of the light - blink once and she would be gone. Kitty's breathing was the only true sound. She focused on nothing but the veiny innards of her eyelids as she stood there, allowing her consciousness to drift to a faraway place where the castles were made of true brick and stone instead of the illusive metal that lined her fortress.
<table style="width:350; border:0; background:#000;"><tr><td><div align="justify" style="font:arial 10px; color:#FFCC66; line-height:13px;">Meeeow! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify" style="font:arial 10px; color:#FFCC66; line-height:13px;"> Muerrin did not choose this place. If someone was to ask her why she could be found at the Machina Ruins in the foothills of foreign Boreios Sudesha, she would simply say "because there is a portal exit nearby." Or perhaps she'd explain that sometimes, where you were going meant nothing when compared with what you were running away from. One thing could be said for the Councilor of Health: she was well dressed. This was a habit of hers. Even in the laboratory, under her white starched coat only designer outfits of a smart blouse and slacks or a trendy, feminine skirt-suit could be found, complete with pumps that one might think inappropriate for a busy, tile-floored workplace. Tonight she wore a gauzy purple shirt tucked into a white pencil skirt, complete with white patent-leather pumps, although she was traipsing through a mechanical wasteland. The going was not exactly easy. The path she traveled between mammoth piles of metallic trash was hard-packed dirt, and her pointed heels wobbled precariously. She ended up slipping them off before long, holding them in one hand behind her back as she strolled along, deep in contemplation. Even though the only thing that mattered to her was where she wasn't, the where she had found herself at random seemed to be an impeccably happy accident. The Ruins were almost always completely deserted-- --or so she had thought. What appeared to be a figure, glowing white in moonbeams, leaned against a nearby wall of flat sheet metal. Muerrin gave a silent groan, slowly wondering if she'd been seen. Not so quickly as to be suspicious, she placed herself opposite a tall stack of what looked like huge, sinister toasters from the other 'dragon, crouching down low on her haunches and hiding from view.</div></td></tr></table>
ooc. OH SHIT. I completely forgot about this. :/ ic. She was not alone. That fact made itself quite known the moment the girl had neared the establishment, eyeing it in annoyance. For all the oil stains she had to painstakingly wash out of her shirts and all the times rather male-looking women had come onto her, the Machina Ruins held little more than bad memories. It was comforting though, to her, to know that this was the place where her and Sari had once come out together and watched the stars. Kitty leaned against the wall of the building, crossing her arms, and tilting her head. She resisted the urge to wince as she nearly missed elbowing a gob of gum stuck to the side. She duly noted the other female hiding behind the evil toasters, and waved at her with a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. "Hello!" she called out, smiling.
