Snippet #1713238

Light trickled through wooden shutters, creating odd patterns of sunlight to play across the face of Victoria Shround. With a quiet moan, her eyes fluttered open. Her lips parted in a grin at the prospect of a new day. Ria's line of work was particularly dangerous, especially for a woman. There isn't a choice of taking a day living for granted.

Swinging her long legs out of bed, Victoria ran a hand through her soft, brown hair. She walked over to the glass bowl that sat on her dresser. Dipping her hands into the cool water, she splashed her face several times until she was fully awake. Her father always told her that she needed to be more of a morning person - one day she's gonna wake up to a knife against her throat, and how will she do anything if she can't even remember her name? Ria may excel in all other parts of her career, but waking up and being fully alert wasn't one of them.

Then it hit her. The Daedalus was leaving today! Victoria ran to the window, tore open the shutters and checked the sun's position in the sky. Cursing beneath her breath, she sprinted to her bag (which, thankfully, she'd packed the night before) and pulled out a pair of trousers and a loose white shirt. Slipping them on, she ran a comb through her hair while struggling into her boots.

Tying them in record time, she slung the bag over her shoulders (while stuffing her comb and other items she'd left out inside of it) and ran to the window. The street was crowded with people. "I hate crowds." Ria mumbled, while jumping out the window. She landed on a window sill, which she used to swing onto the roof of a shop below.

Keeping above the busy street below, Victoria ran towards the ship. Then let out a sigh of relief; they weren't leaving yet. "I can get something to eat, then." She leaped to ground, and studied the different shops around her. Spotting a nice pastry shop, she stepped inside, breathing in the sweet scent. Out of her peripheral vision, she noticed a man sitting with his back to the corner and his eyes alert. He was a mercenary if Ria had ever seen one.

Her stomach growled, reminding her how hungry she was. "Excuse me, I'd like one of those rolls." She pointed to the biggest one that was on the counter. The plump, merry looking woman behind the counter nodded, grabbing the roll from beneath the counter and rolling it up in a piece of brown paper. She handed the appropriate amount of coins to the woman. Victoria then walked to the door, leaning against the frame while sinking her teeth into the warm, gooey center of the roll.