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On one of the many metal benches that lined the dark public transit station, Mira was lying on her back cradling a slug throwing rifle in her arms. Her wide brown eyes stared up at a particularly annoying light that flickered more violently the closer it came to death.
If she had the ammo, she would have shot it, and put it out of its misery. She preferred the dark anyway. Maybe it was better that she didn't have ammo to spare. Her firing her weapon off inside the crowded station would have caused some alarm.
Her legs were resting vertically against a wall. Her dirty boots were crossed one over the other in the air and she seemed not to notice or care how her short, upside-down skirt was slipping past the point of modesty. If one was looking though, they would have noticed a small knife strapped to the inside of her thigh.
Here in the industrial sector of Yractos, capital of Gyndine, everyone seemed to mind their own business.
She scooted on the bench so that her head was hanging off. Now upside-down, her eyes followed the many passersby. They all seemed very busy, getting on and off the slow, public transit crafts. She wished she was busy, and not stuck on some random planet in between jobs.
"Does anyone want to hire me?" She was unintentionally asking in the most bored voice she had. Lying there, hugging the rifle, she repeated this question over and over again in every language she knew. It was almost a bad habit now really. It was just how she had learned to find work since she was very young, and she just kept doing it. It worked eventually. And eventually never took very long.
Soon, the repetition of languages began to sound rhythmic and her booted toe began to bounce along with the query for work.
Someone passing by tossed some credits at her, mentioning something like, 'poor deaf girl'.
Mira was on her feet in an instant. Scooping up the credits, she hurled them with all her might at the head of the person who had tossed them at her. Mira glared unforgivably as the person, shocked and confused, turned back to look at her. They cursed a bit, but then left her and abandoned their credits.
As soon as the other person retreated, Mira resumed her position on the bench. She glared at the flickering light for a moment before continuing to ask for work again and again and again...
If she had the ammo, she would have shot it, and put it out of its misery. She preferred the dark anyway. Maybe it was better that she didn't have ammo to spare. Her firing her weapon off inside the crowded station would have caused some alarm.
Her legs were resting vertically against a wall. Her dirty boots were crossed one over the other in the air and she seemed not to notice or care how her short, upside-down skirt was slipping past the point of modesty. If one was looking though, they would have noticed a small knife strapped to the inside of her thigh.
Here in the industrial sector of Yractos, capital of Gyndine, everyone seemed to mind their own business.
She scooted on the bench so that her head was hanging off. Now upside-down, her eyes followed the many passersby. They all seemed very busy, getting on and off the slow, public transit crafts. She wished she was busy, and not stuck on some random planet in between jobs.
"Does anyone want to hire me?" She was unintentionally asking in the most bored voice she had. Lying there, hugging the rifle, she repeated this question over and over again in every language she knew. It was almost a bad habit now really. It was just how she had learned to find work since she was very young, and she just kept doing it. It worked eventually. And eventually never took very long.
Soon, the repetition of languages began to sound rhythmic and her booted toe began to bounce along with the query for work.
Someone passing by tossed some credits at her, mentioning something like, 'poor deaf girl'.
Mira was on her feet in an instant. Scooping up the credits, she hurled them with all her might at the head of the person who had tossed them at her. Mira glared unforgivably as the person, shocked and confused, turned back to look at her. They cursed a bit, but then left her and abandoned their credits.
As soon as the other person retreated, Mira resumed her position on the bench. She glared at the flickering light for a moment before continuing to ask for work again and again and again...