Valyrie ran her fingers over the red metal of her zippo which she kept in the left pocket of her black cargo shorts. Her knee-high combat boots gave off a thump-thump beat on the pavement of the vacant road as she let her feet take her wherever. It was a bit past midday and the shadows were starting to lengthen. She felt her pale skin starting to burn a little from walking in the sun for too long and her black hair hung in lifeless locks around her wire-frame glasses. It was just one of those scorching days in L.A. Or at least, what was left of the once thriving city.
The gears in her head were clicking furiously(as usual) and she was distracted from much of everything else. Percentages were running through her head as probabilities and factors let themselves run in an ordered fashion in her calculator for a mind. She was thinking of what to do next. Where was she going to go? Being a drifter with a fickle mind and itchy feet, she was always moving But most of all, she was trying to figure out where her next meal was going to come from. It's been almost two days since she's probably eaten a decent meal. Her last being a rare can of soup.
Once she snapped out of her detailed thinking process, she found herself a good ways past safety of the city limits.
-Damn. I wandered too far,- she thought with a slight furrow to her brow.
Then her crimson eyes glowed a bit. But only for a moment.
Valyrie looked around at her surroundings and found herself in a place that seemed to resembled a warehouse district. Large run down buildings with open gates like gaping mouths to a never-ending oblivion of shadows and animosity. Suddenly, she jumped at a bang from the inside.
-Metal on metal,- she deduced. -It happened only once...Meaning there's a 68% chance that it was merely something that fell. And there's a 17% chance that someone, or something, is inside. As for the other 15%, well...they are just other unreliable probabilities.-
Her loose fitted sleeves of violet cotton rustled a bit from a sudden yet subtle breeze that brought a few dead leaves and yellowed newspaper pages along with it. And with a few more moments of working out the different situations in her head, she let her curiosity get the better of her. She hated it when that happened.
-I might as well go on in and see. Today's been pretty boring anyways,- she thought with a grin tugging at her lips. -And I've been itching to play with fire anyways.-
And with that, she let her feet lead her into the what-seemed-to-be abandoned building. All the while, keeping her fingers wrapped around her zippo in her pocket.
