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Log: Phyx Unexpected Places
Title: Unexpected Places
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Talks of raw meant from dead animals
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
Note: Log originally posted up December 18, 2008 for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
asphyxia_rp RP comm. Character monologue because... Tenny doesn't have any friends in the Lower Tier to interact with. ;__;
Dedicated to: Ren. ♥
Despite what she had said in a previous journal post about the Lower Tiers being a cold and chilling place, it was essentially a somewhat different story out in the Wastelands. Especially during midday when the sun was beating down on her from overhead. True, heated air is lighter and tends to rise up to the highest point, this case being the the higher levels of the city. But with a thinning atmosphere, there was also less protection from the potentially damaging rays of the sun. In other words, there was no protection from its unrelenting heat. Much like a barren desert, the Wastelands could be sweltering and dangerous, an empty stretch of dried up soil housing the decrepit remains of what used to be the outskirts of their civilization and covered in discarded junk that those in the higher tiers no longer wanted. Unimportant just like those who lived below them.
But with the right preparations, it could still be bearable.
However, with not a cloud in the sky or even a decent plot of shade she could use to alleviate herself from the magnified heat, it was like living inside an active volcano. At least, that was what Tenten suspected it felt like. After all, stepping foot into an active volcano came with the promise of certain death. Anyone who would be brave -- foolish would be a better term -- enough to attempt such a thing would not survive long enough to describe it for others. But within the borders of Spirix, such concepts were unfathomable save for those who had to live with the unrelenting conditions on a daily basis.
No doubt, Spirix had the technology to bypass such things like temperature and meteorological conditions of the city. But down in the Slums of the Lower Tier, there were no machines to maintain control over the climate in order to keep its residents comfortably content. Or, at least, that was the rumor that had been drifting around the citizens of the bottom level of the city. Understandably, not many of the Lower Tier had ever stepped foot beyond the second level, and even then, only long enough to barter and bargain for what they needed before returning to the poor conditions of their station. It was clear by how the others looked and watched their every move.
They were not welcomed. After all, more people only meant more around to share the air with. And as kind-hearted and generous as people were said to be, it was a completely different story when it came to sharing air.
In the Lower Tier, the Slums were the only real reprieve. But Tenten could not run her business by just staying safely under the overcast of the higher levels. That was why she had created the Barracks, a self-made structure of her own creation to help survive the day of scavenging. There was her salvation. So it was with a quiet sigh that the young woman stepped out from the protective shade the Middle Tier gave and slowly made her way further into the Wastelands. Another day spent searching. Another tick in the timeline of her life spent giving meaning to her existence. There was still a small little limp in her step from the mild sprain she had gotten a few days before; still twinges of pain every now and then. But if she could just make it to the Barracks, then everything could be manageable. With that one goal in mind, she was able to ignore everything else. The heat. The pain. Everything.
This was how she managed to survive working in the Outskirts.
Squinting into the sun and holding up a hand to further shield her eyes from the glaring light until the refractor implants had enough time to adjust appropriately to the change -- a year of saving up enough money to develop the right technology and have the procedure done, you can bet they worked -- Tenten spotted a familiar figure circling in the sky overhead. And she could only smirk at the thought. Scoff at the idea. Because it could be none other than that young gyrfalcon that had permanently decided to be her scouting companion while she was out searching for parts and scrap metal to be used for her metalwork and other, less open projects. After all, any other creature would certainly be in hiding or on its way to a slow death by being out at this time of day. How he -- because certainly, it was a he -- managed to suffer through the conditions this long with her was a mystery.
Still, whether Tenten would admit it to herself or not, she appreciated the company.
Sure, he still kept his distance from her, sweeping and gliding in his little revolutions like a predator circling its prey. But every now and than, a scrap of metal would drop down from on high and land perfectly at her feet, a single screech from the noble bird before he would veer away once more. And Tenten was left wondering and questioning just exactly how much the winged-beast knew of the human world that surrounded him. Occasionally, when the young woman found herself lingering in one pile longer than usual, he would perch himself nearby as if to keep an eye on her activities. To stand as a lookout or a protector.
Today was no different.
Already, something was spiraling down towards the earth, landing right in her path where she was sure to see. To pick it up and appreciate the help as Tenten stuffed it into the bottom of her pack to bring back to the shop later when the day's work was completed. And as the young woman knelt down to pick up the object -- an old infra-red scanner; possibly could be of use once she reconfigured the original settings -- Tenten could only give a chuckle as the great bird of prey perched itself on a pile of rubble nearby. Strange behavior indeed for an animal that was considered to be a solitary creature. But instead of settling on the usual reaction of simply continuing about her business, the young metalsmith had other plans in mind that day.
Next to where she had stuffed the scanner, there was a bag of scraps, chunks of meat from dead rats and other various animals Tenten had found laying about the streets of the slums. They had still been fairly fresh when she had taken them home the previous night to chop up and process, and so the smell had not yet reached a point of unbearable stench. Just enough fragrance to attract her companion's attention, though, perhaps.
"You smell it don't you?" Tenten whispered to the bird, a small smirk fixed across her lips, "Yeah, I know what you want."
Reaching into the bag, she took out a slice or two of meat and dropped it on the ground beside her, wiping the excess blood and fat on the fabric of her pants. For a moment, Tenten simply stood there and watched to see what he would do, not at all disappointed when the gyrfalcon simply eyed her and idly began picking at his feathers. He was a bird of prey after all, and had received that title by not acting impulsively at the mere sight of food. It was simply too soon. He still did not trust her enough to come closer.
Fine enough, she thought, and began walking away. A few meters later, Tenten stopped and curiously glanced behind her. Both the bird and the slices of meat were gone.
The day continued on in this manner, with Tenten leaving behind a piece of animal flesh in return for the scraps of metal that the bird found for her. A reward of sorts for the services he was providing. All the while, it appeared that he became less and less reluctant to wait for her to leave before relishing in his bounty. Not by much, of course, but some amount of progress was enough to satisfy her intentions. It was not until she found herself seated just outside of the Barracks, watching him preen through his feathers and tossing out small chunks of meat for him to scavenge on that the young metalsmith decided to tackle things a little bit more agressively.
"Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you," she muttered softly. And with that, she held out a decent piece of flesh out to the noble bird, enticing and taunting it with the prospects of a delicious meal. "You're nothing but feathers and bone. Not enough meat to be my dinner, that's for sure. Or even a midnight snack."
It was a slow and agonizing process, stretching across hours and hours of daylight that could have been better spent if the sun had not been overhead cresting over its peak when it came to dangerous and intolerable conditions. But the effort was keeping Tenten occupied and entertained long enough during the wait. And as time ticked on, Tenten's resolve diminished more and more until there was only a small sliver of hope that her plans would work. And then finally, she was able to enjoy the fruits of her long and laborous day.
At first, it was just a hesitant flap of his wings, a curious bob of his head while he shuffled closer. And the next thing Tenten knew, the proud and noble bird was picking at the small tendrils of meat that hung off her fingers. She had to be careful and turned her hand so that the sharp edge of his beak would no break the skin every time he would snap up a clump of raw flesh. And slowly, but surely, the young metal-worker was able to lure him in closer until he was comfortable enough to be coaxed into perching on her gloved hand.
Smiling softly, she risked violent retaliation and instinctual defense to tentatively brush her fingers through the bird's feathers, gently smoothing out the ruffled portions. "I think I'll call you Ren."
The moment was ruined, however.
Glancing up at the distance rumble that shook the earth beneath her feet, Tenten stood silently still and watched as another pile of discarded trash unloaded from the Middle Tier, kicking up dust and ash in its wake as a gust of air from the impact reached out as far as the Barracks themselves.
Sighing in defeat and exhaustion, the young woman passed her fingers through Ren's feathers one last time and fixed her gaze with his. "We'll tackle that tomorrow, hm?"
Meanwhile, she would have to make a note to remind the trash sorters to check on the wall surrounding the drop-off area. Because if it broke, then it would not be long before the entirity of the Lower Tier was covered in the leftover remains of the unwanted.
Not that it wasn't already.
Type: RP log
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): Talks of raw meant from dead animals
Disclaimer: I own only the part that I played in this.
Note: Log originally posted up December 18, 2008 for the
asphyxia_rp RP comm. Character monologue because... Tenny doesn't have any friends in the Lower Tier to interact with. ;__;Dedicated to: Ren. ♥
Despite what she had said in a previous journal post about the Lower Tiers being a cold and chilling place, it was essentially a somewhat different story out in the Wastelands. Especially during midday when the sun was beating down on her from overhead. True, heated air is lighter and tends to rise up to the highest point, this case being the the higher levels of the city. But with a thinning atmosphere, there was also less protection from the potentially damaging rays of the sun. In other words, there was no protection from its unrelenting heat. Much like a barren desert, the Wastelands could be sweltering and dangerous, an empty stretch of dried up soil housing the decrepit remains of what used to be the outskirts of their civilization and covered in discarded junk that those in the higher tiers no longer wanted. Unimportant just like those who lived below them.
But with the right preparations, it could still be bearable.
However, with not a cloud in the sky or even a decent plot of shade she could use to alleviate herself from the magnified heat, it was like living inside an active volcano. At least, that was what Tenten suspected it felt like. After all, stepping foot into an active volcano came with the promise of certain death. Anyone who would be brave -- foolish would be a better term -- enough to attempt such a thing would not survive long enough to describe it for others. But within the borders of Spirix, such concepts were unfathomable save for those who had to live with the unrelenting conditions on a daily basis.
No doubt, Spirix had the technology to bypass such things like temperature and meteorological conditions of the city. But down in the Slums of the Lower Tier, there were no machines to maintain control over the climate in order to keep its residents comfortably content. Or, at least, that was the rumor that had been drifting around the citizens of the bottom level of the city. Understandably, not many of the Lower Tier had ever stepped foot beyond the second level, and even then, only long enough to barter and bargain for what they needed before returning to the poor conditions of their station. It was clear by how the others looked and watched their every move.
They were not welcomed. After all, more people only meant more around to share the air with. And as kind-hearted and generous as people were said to be, it was a completely different story when it came to sharing air.
In the Lower Tier, the Slums were the only real reprieve. But Tenten could not run her business by just staying safely under the overcast of the higher levels. That was why she had created the Barracks, a self-made structure of her own creation to help survive the day of scavenging. There was her salvation. So it was with a quiet sigh that the young woman stepped out from the protective shade the Middle Tier gave and slowly made her way further into the Wastelands. Another day spent searching. Another tick in the timeline of her life spent giving meaning to her existence. There was still a small little limp in her step from the mild sprain she had gotten a few days before; still twinges of pain every now and then. But if she could just make it to the Barracks, then everything could be manageable. With that one goal in mind, she was able to ignore everything else. The heat. The pain. Everything.
This was how she managed to survive working in the Outskirts.
Squinting into the sun and holding up a hand to further shield her eyes from the glaring light until the refractor implants had enough time to adjust appropriately to the change -- a year of saving up enough money to develop the right technology and have the procedure done, you can bet they worked -- Tenten spotted a familiar figure circling in the sky overhead. And she could only smirk at the thought. Scoff at the idea. Because it could be none other than that young gyrfalcon that had permanently decided to be her scouting companion while she was out searching for parts and scrap metal to be used for her metalwork and other, less open projects. After all, any other creature would certainly be in hiding or on its way to a slow death by being out at this time of day. How he -- because certainly, it was a he -- managed to suffer through the conditions this long with her was a mystery.
Still, whether Tenten would admit it to herself or not, she appreciated the company.
Sure, he still kept his distance from her, sweeping and gliding in his little revolutions like a predator circling its prey. But every now and than, a scrap of metal would drop down from on high and land perfectly at her feet, a single screech from the noble bird before he would veer away once more. And Tenten was left wondering and questioning just exactly how much the winged-beast knew of the human world that surrounded him. Occasionally, when the young woman found herself lingering in one pile longer than usual, he would perch himself nearby as if to keep an eye on her activities. To stand as a lookout or a protector.
Today was no different.
Already, something was spiraling down towards the earth, landing right in her path where she was sure to see. To pick it up and appreciate the help as Tenten stuffed it into the bottom of her pack to bring back to the shop later when the day's work was completed. And as the young woman knelt down to pick up the object -- an old infra-red scanner; possibly could be of use once she reconfigured the original settings -- Tenten could only give a chuckle as the great bird of prey perched itself on a pile of rubble nearby. Strange behavior indeed for an animal that was considered to be a solitary creature. But instead of settling on the usual reaction of simply continuing about her business, the young metalsmith had other plans in mind that day.
Next to where she had stuffed the scanner, there was a bag of scraps, chunks of meat from dead rats and other various animals Tenten had found laying about the streets of the slums. They had still been fairly fresh when she had taken them home the previous night to chop up and process, and so the smell had not yet reached a point of unbearable stench. Just enough fragrance to attract her companion's attention, though, perhaps.
"You smell it don't you?" Tenten whispered to the bird, a small smirk fixed across her lips, "Yeah, I know what you want."
Reaching into the bag, she took out a slice or two of meat and dropped it on the ground beside her, wiping the excess blood and fat on the fabric of her pants. For a moment, Tenten simply stood there and watched to see what he would do, not at all disappointed when the gyrfalcon simply eyed her and idly began picking at his feathers. He was a bird of prey after all, and had received that title by not acting impulsively at the mere sight of food. It was simply too soon. He still did not trust her enough to come closer.
Fine enough, she thought, and began walking away. A few meters later, Tenten stopped and curiously glanced behind her. Both the bird and the slices of meat were gone.
The day continued on in this manner, with Tenten leaving behind a piece of animal flesh in return for the scraps of metal that the bird found for her. A reward of sorts for the services he was providing. All the while, it appeared that he became less and less reluctant to wait for her to leave before relishing in his bounty. Not by much, of course, but some amount of progress was enough to satisfy her intentions. It was not until she found herself seated just outside of the Barracks, watching him preen through his feathers and tossing out small chunks of meat for him to scavenge on that the young metalsmith decided to tackle things a little bit more agressively.
"Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you," she muttered softly. And with that, she held out a decent piece of flesh out to the noble bird, enticing and taunting it with the prospects of a delicious meal. "You're nothing but feathers and bone. Not enough meat to be my dinner, that's for sure. Or even a midnight snack."
It was a slow and agonizing process, stretching across hours and hours of daylight that could have been better spent if the sun had not been overhead cresting over its peak when it came to dangerous and intolerable conditions. But the effort was keeping Tenten occupied and entertained long enough during the wait. And as time ticked on, Tenten's resolve diminished more and more until there was only a small sliver of hope that her plans would work. And then finally, she was able to enjoy the fruits of her long and laborous day.
At first, it was just a hesitant flap of his wings, a curious bob of his head while he shuffled closer. And the next thing Tenten knew, the proud and noble bird was picking at the small tendrils of meat that hung off her fingers. She had to be careful and turned her hand so that the sharp edge of his beak would no break the skin every time he would snap up a clump of raw flesh. And slowly, but surely, the young metal-worker was able to lure him in closer until he was comfortable enough to be coaxed into perching on her gloved hand.
Smiling softly, she risked violent retaliation and instinctual defense to tentatively brush her fingers through the bird's feathers, gently smoothing out the ruffled portions. "I think I'll call you Ren."
The moment was ruined, however.
Glancing up at the distance rumble that shook the earth beneath her feet, Tenten stood silently still and watched as another pile of discarded trash unloaded from the Middle Tier, kicking up dust and ash in its wake as a gust of air from the impact reached out as far as the Barracks themselves.
Sighing in defeat and exhaustion, the young woman passed her fingers through Ren's feathers one last time and fixed her gaze with his. "We'll tackle that tomorrow, hm?"
Meanwhile, she would have to make a note to remind the trash sorters to check on the wall surrounding the drop-off area. Because if it broke, then it would not be long before the entirity of the Lower Tier was covered in the leftover remains of the unwanted.
Not that it wasn't already.