Not A Beautiful Day To Stay Inside The Walls [Hemera]

    It was still cold outside. Days had gone by since the erection of the wall had been completed. Nyka sat on top of a building and swung her bare legs and feet in the air, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth. Today's ensemble included a pair of shorts and one of her black, warm hoodies. She had decided to pull her hair back at the nape of her neck, tendrils of hair falling softly around her face in a loose curling pattern. 
    Nyka had decided to go for a short run today after lifting some weights. She was constantly testing herself, thus the bare feet and legs in the chilly weather. A pair of headphones were settled in her ears and the vibrating pulse of Alessia Cara's "Here" came through the buds. Looking down, she just happened to see someone hobbling around on crutches. Really? Whoever it was, was going to be fish bait in this place. Scooting off of the ledge, she fell forward and rolled. She stood up and brushed off her clothes. "So," Nyka began, turning towards the back of the stranger, "how come someone like you is still alive in this place? I know you know about this whole fucked up situation, so let's hear it." She stood with one hand on her hip and the other grasping her lollipop. 

    Scoffing, Nyka began to walk back and forth across the pavement. "Rid you of your belongings? What kind of speech is that? It sounds like Hemera in a good mood. Kind of sickening." She located some rocks and kicked them around a little bit. "To answer your question, no. I don't steal from actual people. Residences, banks, stores, yeah. But not from the bodies of actual people. It's too easy. I like the challenge of security systems, the thrill of possible law enforcement." She motioned around as she spun in a circle. "Not that there's any law here anymore. We're trapped like birds in a cage, restricted from spreading our wings to soar the skies." 
    She looked over at the young man with the similar hair. "I'm intrigued...how'd you get your hair to be so beautifully white?" Nyka walked up to him and, if he would allow it, she stood with her body along his, examining the strands of gorgeous hair. "What happened to you?" She turned her face towards his with a grin on her face. "Is it natural? Or did  you have a gruesome past?" She began to chuckle as she stood back.

    As soon as the young man spoke about the Apostles, Nyka blurted out, "FUCK the Apostles. They're too overbearing and too flashy. They don't want to put in the work of reformation. They see someone fucking up, BAM! They're dead. It's a pity really. But, as long as they stay out of my business, I'll stay outta theirs. It's as easy as that." When he asked about her hair, she paused.
     "Well, MY hair is raven black. But Hemera's is white. Her's turned white after the vicious murder of her parents." The green-eyed girl grinned and laughed a little. "It really was quite bloody. So many things that couldn't be identified.....She's still trying to figure it out. Well, we both are. If only she'd let loose...." Nyka let her sentence trail off, wondering when exactly it would happen. Looking down, she kicked her feet at the ground and twiddled her fingers. 
    "So. What were you gonna do? Where were you going?"