Hekate
Character
Hekate sighed getting hungry as she continued to dig through the trash heap outside an electronics store in the back alleys of Nar Shaddar. Hekate didn't understand this foul city, that stank, where life was cheap, drugs were cheaper and other depravities cost even less. She was surviving the only way she could. Hiding.
No one paid attention to a street trash scavenger. Though as part of her disguise she'd had to make herself less pretty. Pretty was dangerous in the undercity. Currently she was wearing an oversized coat she had stolen of a homeless man on death sticks. She felt bad about that, but she had to do what she had to do to survive in this harsh, brutal, unforgiving world. It also covered up her favourite jacket and her crystal necklace. She liked those things, but showing them off life she wanted to was dangerous. Someone could steal the crystal. She saw someone die in a bar fight over a drink once. A crystal on a pretty girl? That was deadly.
Hekate shivered from the cold, wondering if she should give up and go home. Home being an abandoned warehouse where mostly street kids stayed. They let Hekate stay cause her powers looked pretty when she played with the young ones.
Hekate digged through the trash heap of… circuit boards? Or were they power cells? Hekate didn't know, the fact that she didn't know frustrated her. She was sick of not knowing anything. Not knowing about this galaxy, not knowing about technology, not knowing where her next meal might be from. She was hoping one of these things would light up. That meant it still had power she knew that much. Then maybe she could sell it or more likely trade it for some food. There was a Crolute who traded parts for food rations, but only if they lit up. She only knew he was called a Crolute because one of the other scavengers cursed him out for being a cheap sleemo.
"Crolute" Hekate sounded the word out again making sure she got it right. She hated when they laughed at her for not saying it right in her accent, or worse getting angry with her for it. Hekate didn't know if she was ever going to run into another 'Crolute', but if she was she'd know what they were.
Hekate was learning, learning as fast as she could. Well as fast as she could without talking to anyone, by listening, watching. She wished she could ask someone how to teach her about technology. Hekate sighed and continued to dig.
Nel Warren
No one paid attention to a street trash scavenger. Though as part of her disguise she'd had to make herself less pretty. Pretty was dangerous in the undercity. Currently she was wearing an oversized coat she had stolen of a homeless man on death sticks. She felt bad about that, but she had to do what she had to do to survive in this harsh, brutal, unforgiving world. It also covered up her favourite jacket and her crystal necklace. She liked those things, but showing them off life she wanted to was dangerous. Someone could steal the crystal. She saw someone die in a bar fight over a drink once. A crystal on a pretty girl? That was deadly.
Hekate shivered from the cold, wondering if she should give up and go home. Home being an abandoned warehouse where mostly street kids stayed. They let Hekate stay cause her powers looked pretty when she played with the young ones.
Hekate digged through the trash heap of… circuit boards? Or were they power cells? Hekate didn't know, the fact that she didn't know frustrated her. She was sick of not knowing anything. Not knowing about this galaxy, not knowing about technology, not knowing where her next meal might be from. She was hoping one of these things would light up. That meant it still had power she knew that much. Then maybe she could sell it or more likely trade it for some food. There was a Crolute who traded parts for food rations, but only if they lit up. She only knew he was called a Crolute because one of the other scavengers cursed him out for being a cheap sleemo.
"Crolute" Hekate sounded the word out again making sure she got it right. She hated when they laughed at her for not saying it right in her accent, or worse getting angry with her for it. Hekate didn't know if she was ever going to run into another 'Crolute', but if she was she'd know what they were.
Hekate was learning, learning as fast as she could. Well as fast as she could without talking to anyone, by listening, watching. She wished she could ask someone how to teach her about technology. Hekate sighed and continued to dig.
Nel Warren