Jhoira awoke with a yawn, staring out the window by her side. The city was awakening with the late emergence of night. The eternal fog of thin grey smoke, the intimidating neon claws from the surrounding billboards, the dozens of tireless denizens who wandered the streets. "Just another night in the Stark", she muttered to herself as she quickly pulled herself out of bed and robed herself in a dark grey shroud, remniscient to the threads worn by the ninja clans of old Japan, but made much hastier and with many pockets for accesories. Brushing aside her raven hair, she had a look around her apartment. It took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the increased darkness of her sparsely furnished, single room apartment. It had been like this for several years now, the same old routine: Go out, loot some people and go home, nothing ever changed. "Maybe tonight would harbour some more adventure, maybe tonight I will make my fortune." Also the same old thought that circulated through her cluttered mind in an endless loop, but she liked to hope in her hopeless situation. She quickly wandered over to a nearby wooden table and opened up a small, rusty metal toolbox which was placed atop of it. She placed her golden left arm next to it and started placing several gadgets and implements from the toolbox into a small compartment concealed in her wrist. When she was satisfied with all she needed, she quickly closed it up and scooped up her tired leather satchel by the side of her bed and hoisted herself out of the window, clutching the exit railings carefully.
She climbed her way up to the roof and looked up to the dying crimson skies to decide a new course of action, something different. Instead of basic pickpocketing, maybe steal something of importance, something valuable. "The Stark usually has something fun to do on night's like these." She scoped her surroundings, the burning arcades before her, the darker industrial jungles, the isolated residential plots. She finally lay her sights on the desolate dockyards. Brimming with forgotten warehouses, there would surely be something interesting there. Stepping back a few paces, she made a run up to the building's ledge and made a magnificent leap over to the next apartment, fully clearing the widened gap above the main city street. A couple of minutes spent jumping and running, Jhoira eventually ran out of apartments to bound off, arriving at the last block at this side of town. Not halting for a rest, she quickly sidled herself down the side escape chute and snuck through the alleys to get to the chain barriers surrounding the dockyards.
The whole area was forgotten, with several rusting boats sitting out in the harbour, rendered useless with old developments in mag-lev technology. The heavy chains that locked the gates were easily dispatched with a simple punch and now it was time to have a look around. The blanket of darkness and the lurking shadows were easily dispelled by the clever pair of Tekno-specs that Jhoira had stolen previously. They felt nice on her head and allowed perfect daylight vision in any position. Casually striding down the rows and rows of warehouses, unafraid of intervention, Jhoira inspected the logos that were emblazoned upon the side of each locker. They were truly ancient, but maybe they held some yesteryear relics that might fetch a healthy profit. On her wanderings, she spotted an unusual insignia on the side of one of the warehouses: a blue and red yin and yang pattern. Thinking that it might be important, she smashed open the locks for the hangar, only to find some old crates of some unknown fizzy drink. Deciding she wasn't that thirsty, she left them as they were and continued looking for interesting things. She was walking down by the loading docks when suddenly, she heard sounds coming up from one of the ships. It was only very faint, but auible nonetheless. Wondering who else might be wandering this place, Jhoira decided to have a quick inspection of the gargantuan hulk that sat in the oily waters. Quickly navigating the distance, she walked up the access platform and had a glimpse through one of the cargo hold portholes from which a faint orange glow emanated.
She climbed her way up to the roof and looked up to the dying crimson skies to decide a new course of action, something different. Instead of basic pickpocketing, maybe steal something of importance, something valuable. "The Stark usually has something fun to do on night's like these." She scoped her surroundings, the burning arcades before her, the darker industrial jungles, the isolated residential plots. She finally lay her sights on the desolate dockyards. Brimming with forgotten warehouses, there would surely be something interesting there. Stepping back a few paces, she made a run up to the building's ledge and made a magnificent leap over to the next apartment, fully clearing the widened gap above the main city street. A couple of minutes spent jumping and running, Jhoira eventually ran out of apartments to bound off, arriving at the last block at this side of town. Not halting for a rest, she quickly sidled herself down the side escape chute and snuck through the alleys to get to the chain barriers surrounding the dockyards.
The whole area was forgotten, with several rusting boats sitting out in the harbour, rendered useless with old developments in mag-lev technology. The heavy chains that locked the gates were easily dispatched with a simple punch and now it was time to have a look around. The blanket of darkness and the lurking shadows were easily dispelled by the clever pair of Tekno-specs that Jhoira had stolen previously. They felt nice on her head and allowed perfect daylight vision in any position. Casually striding down the rows and rows of warehouses, unafraid of intervention, Jhoira inspected the logos that were emblazoned upon the side of each locker. They were truly ancient, but maybe they held some yesteryear relics that might fetch a healthy profit. On her wanderings, she spotted an unusual insignia on the side of one of the warehouses: a blue and red yin and yang pattern. Thinking that it might be important, she smashed open the locks for the hangar, only to find some old crates of some unknown fizzy drink. Deciding she wasn't that thirsty, she left them as they were and continued looking for interesting things. She was walking down by the loading docks when suddenly, she heard sounds coming up from one of the ships. It was only very faint, but auible nonetheless. Wondering who else might be wandering this place, Jhoira decided to have a quick inspection of the gargantuan hulk that sat in the oily waters. Quickly navigating the distance, she walked up the access platform and had a glimpse through one of the cargo hold portholes from which a faint orange glow emanated.
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