Snippet #1919921

After spending a long day at the health clinic for the non-Hierarchy citizens and traversing through The Cove, the slender and brightly outfitted club had finally arrived in front of The Spire. Gwen may not have been a face or even a high ranking individual, her abilities have always made her someone to watch and be called upon in case of an emergency. She didn't really mind that she wasn't given the choice between living in or out of The Hierarchy since they took her in after her parent agreed that she should be with her own SUIT kind.

A soft sigh passed her lips after her long trek across the bustling city and fumbled around in her small handbag to find her keys. Obviously they didn't want to have just anybody enter the very tall building which loomed over the Hierarchy nation. Her hand felt the familiar cool metal that was her small pistol she had to keep with her at all times for protection. Just because she was a watched person doesn't mean her abilities helped her fight. Beggars can't be choosers when it comes to a SUIT's abilities. At last, she found her dainty key that will grant her entrance.

Once she had got inside, her ears picked up a small rumble before the building's structure had, what appeared to be the equivalant of a human shiver. At first she was quite frightened, but then realized that it must be the work of the King of Clubs. Her eyebrows only furrowed ever so slightly to show her disappointment of breaking things, but in the end, there is cleary nothing she could do about it, so Gwen had laughed it off mentally before she had started to climb up the stairs.