Firefighting - open -
Feb 24, 2012 3:33:35 GMT -5
Post by imo on Feb 24, 2012 3:33:35 GMT -5
(ooc: hope y'all aren't discouraged by the length. bic:)
Neither her Father’s home nor business was terribly affected by the earthquake. What little damage there was had since been taken care of. This was far from surprising since her father was rich. With money came power and influence. Though his influence didn’t exactly extend to the Capitol as much as he would prefer, Anxo’s father was ever ambitious.
Everything has a price. She thought bitterly. That was her father’s favorite thing to say, no matter the situation, and it was exactly those words that brought her out today, that infuriated her so much so she decided to go against her father’s ‘wishes’ and leave the house to help with the after math.
It wasn’t a new idea, to be sure. Since the day of the earthquake, Anxo had wanted to leave the house and help. While her father turned her down with finality the first time she’d suggested it, it had been her mother to convince her to stay, laying on the guilt and saying she would be too worried to have ‘the only child she had left’ to be out in all the craziness.
Since the death of her brother, Anxo’s mother had become a bit overbearing.
When her father was away for some council meeting or other, Anxo saw her chance. She’d been fuming up in her room since their last argument but at her first chance, she had climbed out the window, scaled down the two stories and left thru the back gate of the garden. All she could hope was that neither of the employees saw her.
It was a trek to get from her father’s house to the more mainstream parts of the district but she got there. Anxo was a little tired, not being used to walking so long or so far. Her parents preferred to get around in the car. It wasn’t anything like the cars in the Capitol but it was more than what most people had, a luxury her father could afford and flaunted.
The deeper she got into the district the louder the sounds of the aftermath became. All Anxo had to do was follow the commotion and soon enough found herself in the thick of things. People of all shapes and sizes ran about the streets. Some were carrying personal possessions held close to their chests. Others carried children or old folk. While others seemed to stand dazed, fear, confusion, sorrow colouring their faces as they looked up at the rising funnel of thick, black smoke.
A fire.
Was this the fire she’d heard the servants discussing when she happened by the kitchen this morning? One of the older women had been crying because she was worried about her home burning. Apparently it was in the path of the raging flames, but instead of being with her family, making sure they were safe, Anxo’s father had made the woman come into work. She was pretty sure her father had threatened the woman’s paycheck for the month or maybe her job if she didn’t come in.
Solo Han was a heartless bastard, everyone knew it, but he had money, the right connections. He could afford to be.
Anxo hated him.
At the sound of someone shouting for assistance, she was snapped out of her thoughts and brought back to the situation at hand, the reality before her. Anxo ran toward the call and found herself right in the thick of it. At the end of the cloud of smoke was the most menacing fire she’d ever seen. It was hot and bright and definitely burning. The building it was consuming was engulfed in flame and smoke. Awesome colours of red, orange, yellow, black, white, danced and flickered in a terrifyingly beautiful choreography of destruction. The hair at the back of her neck stood on end.
“How can I help?” she managed to choke out, the doubt of her own abilities apparent in her quiet tone.
Though she was truly offering her assistance to anyone who would need it, up until the moment she saw the flames, Anxo had been certain her assistance would make some sort of difference.
