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Just Another Day in Solarta [Open]
« on: August 30, 2017, 09:41:08 am »
It's said that during the hottest part of the day, Solarta is all but dead - the desert sun, high above, shed light and heat, pouring it mercilessly upon the domed city. Some even complained that the dome magnified the light and made it even worse.

Well, those people obviously had never been outside the dome. Razican knew what it was like out there - like standing inside a furnace and trying to cool yourself off with a space heater, and using a thick blanket to protect yourself from the burns. It wasn't nearly so bad inside. Within the dome, your only real enemy was the light itself, and this was something that the albino contended with every day. Harsh sunlight on skin devoid of any sort of pigment was the recipe for an instant sunburn.

And so, he stuck with thin clothes. A black t-shirt so thin you could almost see his tattoos beneath, the fabric comfortable and allowing his skin to breathe. Thin pants of basically the same material, keeping his legs covered. Boots, for the daytime. And a thin white hoodie over everything, covering his head and his neck, bouncing the light away from him.

And always, always stick to the shade, whenever possible.

Today was no different, naturally. His morning, like all his mornings, was spent basically the same. Wake up absurdly early, long before the sun rose. Shower, dress. Make coffee. Stare at his stovetop with untrusting suspicion. Decide where to eat, go to that place and fill up on waffles or steak and eggs or a burger that had to weigh at least half as much as he did. Run back home, listen to music for a couple hours till the hottest part of the day, or maybe play WoW or just fuck around on the Pilot chat.

And then, when the sun was up in its full glory, he'd have city, seemingly, all to himself. This was that time, and he stood for a moment under the shaded veranda of his apartment building, hoodie unzipped with his head covered, two white wires evidence of the mp3 player in his pocket, those thin lines snaking up under his hood.

Even though he heard the music, he could hear everything else as well, the subtle vibrations of footsteps and voices, whirring fans and televisions, all those insignificant sounds a constant and comforting pressure on his mind. His own footsteps, unheard by his otherwise occupied ears, were fully acknowledged by the mind of a sonokinetic, as every other sound was. These cities, he felt, he could navigate with his eyes closed, relying on his ears and his mind alone. Everyday noise originated and echoed from and off of everything, painting a clear picture of his surroundings.

Eventually, with much sprinting from one splotch of shade to another and one stop to purchase a large water bottle, Raz arrived at the gym, the gym where The Valkyries typically did their workouts. The next part of the day was thus- work out until he could barely move his arms or stand up straight, or until the bigass fireball in the sky started it's descent.

He wondered idly if anyone else would be inside? The last couple times he'd been there, it'd been only him, with everyone else hiding from the sun.

 

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