Posted Sept. 27, 2022, 11:50 a.m. by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice-Commander, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Plaza Exchange - A Night On The Town
A ground slider came to a stop outside of one of the apartment buildings near Sacred Heart Hospital. It was a taller structure, just over twenty stories, with a small grove of trees and landscaped lawns surrounding it. A path led to the front door in a graceful rise from street to the lobby of the building.
The driver’s door opened and out stepped a handsome man in a dark blue suit. His hair, long and obsidian black, was tied back and set in a long braid that hung down the middle of his back almost to his waist. His earthen red skin was freshly showered, and he smelled very slightly of oak and lemongrass. His face held a broad smile and a his hands a bouquet of iridescent bright yellow and orange flowers. He shut the door and walked briskly up the path and into the lobby of the building.
As he entered, the guard at the front desk looked up and said “Can I help you?” in a somewhat tired voice. Tenkiller said “You bet. I am here to see Ms. Yavia Crockett. She is in apartment 15D.” The guard looked at the notes on the display in front of him and then he looked up at him. “Your name, sir?” “Charles Tenkiller.” he replied. The guard pointed and said “Second lift on the left, sir. When you arrive on the 15th floor, you will turn left and it will be the second door on the right.” Tenkiller nodded and said “Thanks.” and he walked to the lift, whistling a soft melody.
A scant few moments later, he stepped off the elevator. The hallway was lit in a natural light and was painted in a soft gray with dark blue and gray tiles making up the floor. Quite tasteful, from Tenkiller’s perspective. He walked up to the door and checked his chronometer… exactly on time. Foregoing the chime, he rapped his knuckles on the door and then rocked back and forth slightly on the balls of his feet.
It didn’t take the door long to open. Framed in the door way with soft light behind her, Yavia was freshly bathed, smelling gently of frankincense, bergamot, rosemary with an overlay of ylang ylang. Her almost skin shimmered like soft satin. Her bald head was adorned with a delicate filagree chain, wrapped in magenta ribbon that fell in short pieces against her temples and long tails down her back. In stark contrast to her scrubs and lab coat, she was wearing a calf length dress in a deeper magenta than the ribbon that hugged and framed her figure. It would flow and move with her rather than being restrictive. Accenting the dress was a narrow chain belt that fell against her hips. More a piece of jewelry than functionality. Yavia smiled looking mysterious. She inhaled the scent that arrived with him, indulging in the sensation of the scent. It was natural and distinctive. Her brown eyes slid over him. “Well, don’t you look dashing. Would you like to come in?”
Her apartment was no different than the many others, basic layout and clean lines. It was furnished very minimally with cool neutral tones for the structure. The furniture was each piece unique, Earth tones and pastel neutrals, accented by bright bold colors, but carefully chosen. The fabrics and material were indulgent and softened the space making it comfortable and welcoming rather than just a cookie cutter space.
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