Boredom Kills ~ Open

[Aerona Riley Araphen]

The streets of London were bustling and busy, just like always. Clouds covered the sun, blotting out the star's light and warmth with their fluffy whiteness. Off in the distance, a fog started to roll in, threatening to swamp the busy city under a blanket of dense cloud. One fiery ginger stepped out of the open doorway to her flat, took a look up at the sky and sighed, walking back inside. She had a feeling that today would not be a pleasant one.

Aerona Riley Araphen -- Detective Araphen to her colleagues, Aerona to her clients, and Riley to her friends -- was bored. Even in a city like London, where everybody had everywhere to go, there was nothing to do. Her last case had been what seemed like forever ago, when in fact it had only been last week. She'd spent her free time lazing around her flat, but now she was getting restless. There was nothing else to do, so she put on her coat and walked out the door.

Out in the London air, she noted the difference in the atmosphere from the Welsh countryside where she'd grown up. It smelled different; it wasn't wet grass and the musky smell of horses, but the wrinkle-your-nose smell of exhaust fumes and concrete. She wanted to take a trip back to Wales, to just see the could-have-beens and the never-weres, and just see what her life would be like had she stayed there.

But it wasn't going to happen any time soon. Her rent had just been raised for the second time in seven months, and she had been barely getting by as it was. She knew that she could just charge more per case she got -- her work was superb, and her clients would usually pay her generously over the meager amount she charged -- but she didn't want to take advantage of their generosity. It wasn't the right thing to do.

As she walked down the street, she sighed and shoved her hands in her pockets. Today would be an unpleasant day indeed.

[Nora Vamille Blackwell]

A low howl erupted around her room, thrusting Nora violently from her sleep. She flipped over onto her side, ready to grab her baseball bat which was conveniently located next to her bed. Instead of being greeted by the face of someone who was prepared to murder her in her sleep; her dog stared at her wide-eyed and panting. She laughed, rubbing her eyes frantically. She knew within a second that the alarm was about to go off, for some reason Henry had developed a psychic ability for knowing when any electrical device was going to burst out into a stream of noise. And as she threw the quilt off her body, off the alarm clock went, “—as The Wanted with All Time Low. Great song, there. Coming up later in the show we ha--” She slammed the alarm clock down viciously.

Lestrade had continually changed Nora’s shift between day & night and as she lacked a permanent fixture her body was never quite prepared. She moved her way out of bed lethargically. It was almost noon and she had missed the good part of a day trying to let her body readapt to her sleeping habits.

After changing into her customary three-quarters, shirt and plimsolls she threw herself at the shared breakfast table. She had barely any met her neighbours and couldn’t identify them in a crowded room. The sour milk filled up her throat as she began a mad coughing fit, spluttering over the table. “Nice.” Ahh hell, her favourite running top now had a white stain running down the centre; it took a lot out of her just to keep it down. She groaned as she changed her top, throwing that in the washing machine before grabbing her iPod and getting out of her apartment.

Nora felt the moist, cool air settle on her face and smiled; it was so rare for London to receive such temperate weather. She forced her legs to run, though she was running on energy that didn’t exist, running was like a drug to her and she’d suffer if she continued but she’d suffer if she didn’t. She had barely a few hours to sort herself out, perk herself up before she had to go back into a stuffy office working on the Bingham murders. She almost smiled at the thought, she’d been working with the forensics team avidly and they had said they had promising results. It wasn’t that she got a kick off death’s, it was just she had never been so busy doing something she loved so much.

As she turned down Carnally Street she found herself feeling less worked up, it would soon come to pass and she’d be getting stressed about having to face Gordon again. Her stomach almost dropped several feet at the thought, before she found herself sailing over her feet and into a redheaded figure. She ended up sprawled against the floor, people deliberately walking around them, as she stared at the woman.

Okay it was entirely her own fault; her own decision to go running down an overly populated street. She picked herself up, ignoring the stinging pain in her right knee that was now slowly trickling blood. “I am sorry. So, so very sorry!” Aww god she felt bad. She extended a pale hand to the woman, smiling warmly but she could tell it probably looked strained.

((Sorry it sucks. >.< Really not in a writing mood.))