Silence was a welcome sound to most, it signified peace, sanity. Here, silence just meant you were still alive, silence was all there was. Well, that and a huge mess that used to be called Earth. Old scrap metal and dirt crunched beneath the snowy woman's feet, heavy boots protecting her small feet from the sharp trash that littered the ground. Sleepy eyes looked at the wreckage that surrounded her, nothing but dust and ruins, truly the epitome of beauty, if you were a cockroach that is.
Blackstar herself looked like she'd just crawled out of the dirt. Usually virgin white hair was now knotted and covered in mud, childish face was caked in dust, while soot and smoke clung to her clothes. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic about being covered head to toe in filth, but she'd lived through worse, and simply shrugged off any urge to jump into the murky waters at the edge of the city. Not that it would do her much good, considering the amounts of debris that floated around in said water. Sighing, she moved on, dragging a small black bag behind her, not caring if it tore or not.
There was not much else to do in the world anymore except move, move on and survive. Survival was only an option to those who weren't picky about where food came from or those who were cautious enough to hide when necessary, luckily for Blackstar, she had a knack for hiding. Food however, was a different matter, though she did not care how or where it came from, finding it was the hard part. Eating the dead bodied that lay in the buildings would only lead to illness, though she couldn't deny she'd almost been tempted. Hunger knotting in her stomach, the woman groaned and stopped, sitting in the dust and yawning as she looked out at the ruins in absolute boredom.
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OOC NOTES: I'm ready I have the tissues dO YOUR WORST
Blackstar herself looked like she'd just crawled out of the dirt. Usually virgin white hair was now knotted and covered in mud, childish face was caked in dust, while soot and smoke clung to her clothes. She wasn't exactly enthusiastic about being covered head to toe in filth, but she'd lived through worse, and simply shrugged off any urge to jump into the murky waters at the edge of the city. Not that it would do her much good, considering the amounts of debris that floated around in said water. Sighing, she moved on, dragging a small black bag behind her, not caring if it tore or not.
There was not much else to do in the world anymore except move, move on and survive. Survival was only an option to those who weren't picky about where food came from or those who were cautious enough to hide when necessary, luckily for Blackstar, she had a knack for hiding. Food however, was a different matter, though she did not care how or where it came from, finding it was the hard part. Eating the dead bodied that lay in the buildings would only lead to illness, though she couldn't deny she'd almost been tempted. Hunger knotting in her stomach, the woman groaned and stopped, sitting in the dust and yawning as she looked out at the ruins in absolute boredom.
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OOC NOTES: I'm ready I have the tissues dO YOUR WORST
Ruins are all that remain of this world. The rest of it is questionable at best - civilization seemed to be entirely crushed. There weren’t many humans left, and those that managed to survive the World’s downfall were dwindling in numbers. The two that traveled together now were quite the pair. The auburn-haired woman walked with her companion, step for step. Her posture rather lax, her shoulders slouched and her strides steady.
Truth be told, Abyzou was made for this world. The structure set before her in the former, more civilized society were not ones that she molded to very well. The green-eyed woman broke the mold - she was a creature of chaos and demise. Hence how she walks through the dusty, littered streets. The leather of her boots are further scuffed by scraps of metal, and the tails of her trench coat are tossed by a brief, yet far from refreshing, breeze. There was no relief from the dirt and the heat - clean water was a rare find as well. It was apparent from the rather rough look of Abyzou who matched her friend rather well - covered in dirt, sections of her long, once gorgeously wavy hair twisted into loose dreadlocks from lack of proper care.
She casts a glance sideways to her pale friend, green eyes following her as she sits down. Abyzou ceases her movements, shifting her weight to rest on her left leg. She raises her hand casually, staring at her knuckles which peak through the ends of her fingerless gloves. She was once such a neat and well-groomed woman. Oh, how something as simple as a catastrophic end to everything they knew could change a woman’s habits.
“How’re you holdin’ up there, Blackstar?” Abyzou asks flatly, her attention moves to the road in front of them, scanning for anything that may emerge from the cloud of dirt and debris. She knew the answer to the question, but for the sake of breaking the silence she asked it anyway.
Truth be told, Abyzou was made for this world. The structure set before her in the former, more civilized society were not ones that she molded to very well. The green-eyed woman broke the mold - she was a creature of chaos and demise. Hence how she walks through the dusty, littered streets. The leather of her boots are further scuffed by scraps of metal, and the tails of her trench coat are tossed by a brief, yet far from refreshing, breeze. There was no relief from the dirt and the heat - clean water was a rare find as well. It was apparent from the rather rough look of Abyzou who matched her friend rather well - covered in dirt, sections of her long, once gorgeously wavy hair twisted into loose dreadlocks from lack of proper care.
She casts a glance sideways to her pale friend, green eyes following her as she sits down. Abyzou ceases her movements, shifting her weight to rest on her left leg. She raises her hand casually, staring at her knuckles which peak through the ends of her fingerless gloves. She was once such a neat and well-groomed woman. Oh, how something as simple as a catastrophic end to everything they knew could change a woman’s habits.
“How’re you holdin’ up there, Blackstar?” Abyzou asks flatly, her attention moves to the road in front of them, scanning for anything that may emerge from the cloud of dirt and debris. She knew the answer to the question, but for the sake of breaking the silence she asked it anyway.
Abby was Blackstar's only friend in this trash heap of a planet, she was also the only decent person too, seeing as Blackstar had a tendency to walk off from any other form of life. As she sat in the dust, warm from the blazing sun above them, she looked back at her fiery haired companion with a frown. "Never been better, nothing like a giant cloud of filth to polish the lungs, ya know. And what lovely weather, have you ever seen such a beautiful summer's day? And look at the news papers that float around the ground, like ... Children playing. Sorta." She looked around them, realizing that nothing here seemed familiar, and not just because most of it was falling apart at the hinges.
"Abby if you could kindly take a moment to look away from your manicure, I think we're lost." Standing again, she hung the tattered bag around her shoulders, gazing around for any sign of anything aside from broken down cars and creaky buildings. Eyes looked back at her friend in question, Blackstar hadn't been walking around so much as just following where her friend went, and now she was completely clueless as to where she had lead them.
OOC NOTES: in summary 'abby pls'
"Abby if you could kindly take a moment to look away from your manicure, I think we're lost." Standing again, she hung the tattered bag around her shoulders, gazing around for any sign of anything aside from broken down cars and creaky buildings. Eyes looked back at her friend in question, Blackstar hadn't been walking around so much as just following where her friend went, and now she was completely clueless as to where she had lead them.
OOC NOTES: in summary 'abby pls'
A smirk tugs at the edges of Abyzou’s lips, a venomous laugh slipping through her pearly white teeth. “You’re such a ray of sunshine.” She tilts her head, peering down at the white-haired woman. Truly, Blackstar was Abyzou’s only friend in this forsaken planet - the only one who’s company she never tired of. Despite the way they spoke to each other, despite the sarcasm and caustic words, the two of them got along splendidly. It was the only way that they knew to communicate to one another. Being that neither of them could play well with others, they found that to be common ground enough to stick together.
Abyzou returns her attention to the hazy world in front of her, listening to Blackstar as she spoke her concerns. “We’re not lost.” she responds simply. “We need shelter, first and foremost. Somewhere we can hold up and not be meals for a mutant horde or anything of that sort - because I know for damn sure that would ruin my day just a little.” She places her hands on her hips, narrowing her gaze and focusing for a moment, as if she could pierce through the veil of dirt and dust that lingers in the air just by making the effort.
She looks at Blackstar briefly before tilting her head, giving the signal to follow her once again. She began to stroll down the street, one hand clutching on the holster of her gun which rested against her right thigh. She walks with determination and slight caution, keeping an eye out for any sort of formidable danger that could be lurking in any of these buildings. She eyes a building as she approaches it. It was run down, but the essentials were still standing and the windows could be easily blocked off.
“This one. We’re going upstairs. Stay close, keep an eye out for...well anything. Who the hell knows what we’ll find, if we find anything at all.” with that, Abyzou pulls the gun out of the holster and she gingerly pushes open the door.
Abyzou returns her attention to the hazy world in front of her, listening to Blackstar as she spoke her concerns. “We’re not lost.” she responds simply. “We need shelter, first and foremost. Somewhere we can hold up and not be meals for a mutant horde or anything of that sort - because I know for damn sure that would ruin my day just a little.” She places her hands on her hips, narrowing her gaze and focusing for a moment, as if she could pierce through the veil of dirt and dust that lingers in the air just by making the effort.
She looks at Blackstar briefly before tilting her head, giving the signal to follow her once again. She began to stroll down the street, one hand clutching on the holster of her gun which rested against her right thigh. She walks with determination and slight caution, keeping an eye out for any sort of formidable danger that could be lurking in any of these buildings. She eyes a building as she approaches it. It was run down, but the essentials were still standing and the windows could be easily blocked off.
“This one. We’re going upstairs. Stay close, keep an eye out for...well anything. Who the hell knows what we’ll find, if we find anything at all.” with that, Abyzou pulls the gun out of the holster and she gingerly pushes open the door.
Black threw a sarcastic smile at her friend. "I try." She looked around with her friend once again, though there obviously wasn't much to see. It was true that they both spoke to each other like they couldn't stand each other's presence, but inside the rude jabs there was friendship. Blackstar quite enjoyed the company of Abyzou, at least there was one person on earth that didn't make her want to stuff her ears full of bees.
A small chuckle escaped her pale lips at her friend's remark. "Would it now? I thought getting trigger happy and spilling blood was a hobby of yours! Abby I never took you as the gentle type, maybe someday we'll spend the day making macaroni pictures with glitter glue, wouldn't that be fun?" Glittering eyes stared at the much taller woman, watching as she looked for a place to stay, tensing slightly as she began to move.
Following her friend once again, she readied herself for the worst, not that anything could be worse than living in this hell hole of a world anyways. A small metal bow was withdrawn from her bag, along with a dagger that she quickly hid inside the collar of her jacket.
A small chuckle escaped her pale lips at her friend's remark. "Would it now? I thought getting trigger happy and spilling blood was a hobby of yours! Abby I never took you as the gentle type, maybe someday we'll spend the day making macaroni pictures with glitter glue, wouldn't that be fun?" Glittering eyes stared at the much taller woman, watching as she looked for a place to stay, tensing slightly as she began to move.
Following her friend once again, she readied herself for the worst, not that anything could be worse than living in this hell hole of a world anyways. A small metal bow was withdrawn from her bag, along with a dagger that she quickly hid inside the collar of her jacket.
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