lokuri

((OOC: Alright, enough with the one liners. *cracks knuckles* Time to pull out a paragraph (or two). Also, I proclaim it night-time!
This is revenge for making me read all those post. :/ ))

Amara's feet glided across the obsidian river that flowed into more and more darkness. The building Amara was trying to lose seemed to be chasing her, extended at least two or three blocks; she couldn't tell anymore. At last, when Amara felt like her lungs would burst and her legs would collaps on her, she reached a traffic light. There were more sirens back at the cafe, but where she was at seemed isolated and quiet.

"It should be around here."

Shifting her head from left to right quickly, the sight of a run-down shop came into view slightly to the left of what would be the middle of her vision. Sucking in more air, like a vampire unable to sustain their rejection to blood, Amara continued her way down the dimmed street to the shop. There was a huge indent in the walls on either side of the shop, which guarded it from view and hid it nicely between two other buildings. There was a sign dangling above, yet the rust of years abstracted the metal and made the print unreadable. Although the glass in the windows had many cracks, and the door handle was absent from the door, the inside only had lots of dust and boxes. There was a flight of stairs, which led to some spare rooms; that showed Amara that the top floor was probably an inn of sorts -- a resting spot for travelers.

Peering into all the rooms, Amara choose the forth room of six from left to right, deciding that the owner's room would be too obvious for anyone that discovered her presence there. Besides, there were artistic paintings on the walls, a mini TV that more or less didn't work, a transportable radio that seemed to be in good condition (runs on batteries, but the batteries are the kind that last for years), a drawer/dresser, and a comfortable bed. Perhaps it was the moonlight streaming in from the open window, the quilt over the covers on the bed, or the fact that Amara was exhausted -- whatever the reason, the bed was the most appealing aspect of the room, and Amara easily made herself at home, falling asleep within seconds.

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