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located in The Abandoned Slums, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Abandoned Slums

This area is clearly abandoned, and it appears to have housed some population for some extended period of time. There are well-constructed shacks here, tossed together with sheets of wood and corrugated metal, and they have obviously withstood the ages. There is no sign of any current residents.

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Character Portrait: Heleine Arin
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[Heleine Arin - Open]

Heleine Arin's footsteps were light on the crumbling streets, hardly making a sound as she raced past the houses with a tiny light clutched in her hand. Though a girl, especially one of her age, should have seemed out of place amid the shabby constructions, her cloak, black as the night, gave a fragile sort of invisibility to her blonde braid and honey-colored eyes so bright with life. Without her small gathering of shadows, the girl surely would have stuck out like a dandelion weed among fragrant roses; though, arguably, the situation may have been reversed, with the street's lining of addicts, whores, and other bits and pieces of society's scum.

Arin felt at ease slipping between them, as they paid the girl no mind. Though she was small, she appeared neither harmful nor as something from which to gain profit. Her satchel sat hidden under the space between her draping cloak and the arm she'd extended to bear the light of the tiny firefly enclosed in her palm. She was happy and unafraid, thus far.

Inevitably, footsteps clouded Arin's peace, and her heart began to speed up at the breaking of her calm. One shadowy figure not unlike herself but certainly much taller stood at one end of the alleyway, and a wider one stood at the other. Arin had not been expecting this. She tried to search out an escape, a way out, but this, too, was bound to failure. Tears began to form in the girl's eyes. What did they want from her? She'd thought they wouldn't notice her presence, but...

As they approached, Arin's grasp on her firefly weakened, and it hovered in the air for only a moment before dropping to the ground, dead. Her mind was elsewhere. She'd ducked behind a mound of waste in the hopes they couldn't see her, but it was hopeless. They only advanced. She'd been so very, very wrong in coming here. As if it were some sort of last hope, Arin sent her firefly high into the sky, sending it straight and high until she could let it explode like a firework into a thousand fiery sparks. It was a flare. She sent another twoβ€” three, to make a distress signal.

How could she have been so naΓ―ve?