Brr It's Cold In Here
Summer 2021, Week 3
Sunday midday
The Port, Port Victoria
Ljudmila Nagant
America was a strange place but no less cruel than Russia albeit barring the bitter cold of Siberian winters spent growing accustomed to the element she had bleed out of her. Yet the cruelties here appeared in minute ways and existed within the straining muscles of the everyday workmen that kept the corporate clock ticking just for a measly paycheck. At least they get paid something here, Ljudmila thought to herself as she loosely palmed her chin in her hand, watching the myriad of workers slave away beneath the blazing sun all throughout the day. She sat perched within the shade, mired in the stench of the water, the machinery, and so much commerce. It was a far cry from the boons that the rest of the city afforded them all and instead showed the commercial heart raw in its beating flesh bare to any who wished to look. Yet it was subtle, a necessity, an obligation that all were to fulfill if they desired to live. It was the crushing hand of corporations and fiendish businessmen, those that believed themselves better than their peers and so sought to place them as far underneath them as possible. There was little that she could do about it from where she stood. She was a single woman, unknown and weak but with a fiery will to melt even the most frigid gales. It was a contrast to the biting frost of her old life, but Ljudmila was determined to make this world a better place even if it killed her in the process. Little by little, step by step. So, from her obscured position she lifted her hand and breathed out a sigh. A long, drawn-out sound that was swallowed as crystalline patterns of frost danced along her fingertips and rapidly spread like a fire across her arm to the elbow. The sound of a light curling breeze frosted with cool ice meandered through the port as both a reprieve for the workers and training for herself. It was fairly insignificant, but to Ljudmila it was the start of something far, far more important and so she maintained that breeze for as long as she could. Letting the chilly wind whip through the area and encompass the workers in the comfort of the cold on a hot summer day where the sun was unforgiving, and the work was grueling. It was a job she sought no recognition for. A thankless job that she felt it was her obligation to fulfill for the people who struggled even if they might turn their unrelenting gaze upon her if they knew who and what she was. Despite this she continued until the last worker finished their shift beneath the sun, ensuring all had their respite that they so desperately deserved. One foot in front of the other, I will do this, even if it takes me a thousand steps.[Normal Action x5, -15 EP (Manipulator)]
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 4, 2021
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