To Catch a Ride. [Ezra]

Post by Riina de Bastille on Jan 2, 2020 16:40:56 GMT

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The last two weeks had been absolutely horrible. Well, they could've been worse, but she was essentially working for the opposite side of the fence, of which she felt she belonged to. In short, operating for the enforcers to assist catching street cats, when she herself was a street cat, felt inherently wrong. The other part of the work, however, suited Riina fine. Getting to be situated in the infirmary, taking care of those that came in injured. Whether they were enforcers, hunters, vagrants, civilians, mattered not to the amber eyed kitten. Taking care of those that had been hurt came natural to Riina. Besides, somewhere deep down, she realized a valuable truth, that made her see beyond the world she lived in. The enforcers weren't only chasing down street cats. They were also capturing legitimately dangerous criminals. Those who would harm children. Those who would torture innocents. Those who would rather see the cities crumble than allow humanity to cooperate in unison towards a better future. Riina understood, that while society did not see favorably towards her kind, without society everything would've been a thousand times worse. Even so, it wouldn't stop her from pushing that envelope a little to make things better for herself. Even with some amount of force if she needed to. 


After work was done, Riina had been given a few distinct things. The first was a long coat, which she could wear to cover most of her figure. It wasn't an expensive piece of cloth, but it went a long way to hide the filthy ruined clothes she wore underneath. The second, was a pair of knee high boots. Though, these had been given to the raven haired feline out of sheer neccessity rather than want. After the first patrol round, Riina's feet had been completely swollen and with several cuts. Walking around on the st one and sand of the Wharf barefeet, wasn't as gentle to the skin as walking around on carved wood. Bemoaning this fact, Riina had initially attempted to get off the hook, being allowed to stay home and do no work. Instead, she had been issued a pair of enforcer's boots, after  it had been rightfully discerned that making her walk around city barefeet was cruel and inhumane. The third and final thing she had received, was a train ticket, taking her from the Wharf back to Vantalux. From there, the ticket would also take her the remaining way back to Fumehat where she originated from. Just as was promised. So long as the girl cooperate, during these few weeks, she'd remain well fed and be given passage home. At the very least, the deal was upheld. Not that Riina had expected them to be cheating her, given that they were all lawful...


Now, Riina was making her way towards the trains. There was a lot of shoving back and forth today, with a lot of individuals wanting to board the train for some kind of trials coming up in the near future. Either way, Riina ended up shoved around jsut like everyone else, soon finding herself at the back door. The coat had been torn slightly open, revealing the nature of her status. With that, the moment she had boarded the train, she was pulled aside by some of the vagrants taking care of the protection. Inspecting her ticket, listening to her story, inspecting her coat, others continued to board behind them. Their eyes were all over her, their judgement and worries spoken loudly. Some were unwilling to let her travel on the train, claiming she'd be dangerous. Others suggested that she'd be seated at her seat, to not treat customers different. Afterall, she had a legitimate ticket. Whether it had been stolen from some poor bastard or not. Eventually, the consensus seemed to be that someone should watch over her, while keeping her in the area that vagrants frequented. That way they knew precisely where she was if the ticket was reported stolen. It also prevented her from being mingled in with people who had overheard the vagrants speaking of how to deal with her. Afterall, if the civillians caught wind of their opinions, even if the girl was innocent, it'd potentially come to blows.


So there Riina was sat, on a small clap-down seat, confusedly looking around. It was better than sneaking into the storage compartments, for sure, yet she couldn't exactly call this much greater. Though, at the very least, she figured she'd have some vagrant to talk to most of the journey ahead. Private seating too. Not the worst tradeoff. Tapping her foot impatiently against the floor of the train, she waited. The train ride to Vantalux from the Wharf was fortunately one of the shorter routes. So hopefully it wouldn't get all too uncomfortable.