Aleya Dajov
Character
"YOU'RE FIRED!" Aleya's latest boss had enough of her resilient attitude. With a sigh, she grabbed her pack and left, turning into the streets. It was dark and the red and orange lights of the undercity made her yellow eyes seem to glow. She popped a cigarette in her mouth and gave it a quick light, inhaling deeply, closing her eyes momentarily. Letting out the smoke, she released yet another gloomy sigh. "Well crap," she finally said to herself. She had been going through jobs, trying to keep her head above the water, food in her stomach, and a bed under her body. These were all very hard.
Aleya had stayed in so many different apartment complexes lately, it was almost dizzying. Last night had been the last one in her previous place. Now she had to find a new place to rest.
Walking up the street, she began looking for some grungier apartments that would most likely let her shack up. After about ten minutes, she made her pick and went to the office, quickly flicking her cigarette in an oddly colored puddle. "Hey," she started, quickly thinking of some sob story, "My husband and I had it out, and he was threatening me and I was so scared." Aleya put on her biggest, most believable pity face. "I was wondering if I could stay here for a few nights until he calms down?" The guy at the desk didn't say anything and just made a rude gesture. "Well screw you too!" she yelled, turning back through the doors.
With a grunt she leaned up against the outside wall and slowly slide herself down, sitting with her knees tucked up near her chin. She just needed to rest for a while before caring about finding a dry place to sleep.
[member="Matsu Ike"]
Aleya had stayed in so many different apartment complexes lately, it was almost dizzying. Last night had been the last one in her previous place. Now she had to find a new place to rest.
Walking up the street, she began looking for some grungier apartments that would most likely let her shack up. After about ten minutes, she made her pick and went to the office, quickly flicking her cigarette in an oddly colored puddle. "Hey," she started, quickly thinking of some sob story, "My husband and I had it out, and he was threatening me and I was so scared." Aleya put on her biggest, most believable pity face. "I was wondering if I could stay here for a few nights until he calms down?" The guy at the desk didn't say anything and just made a rude gesture. "Well screw you too!" she yelled, turning back through the doors.
With a grunt she leaned up against the outside wall and slowly slide herself down, sitting with her knees tucked up near her chin. She just needed to rest for a while before caring about finding a dry place to sleep.
[member="Matsu Ike"]