Stars over Vegas

The American Southwest was warm. Nothing like the cold, tundra of her home province in Canada. The sun beat down without a cloud to stave it off, and the air kept the heat like a battery kept power. Las Vegas was, as she expected, absolute noise made manifest. Neon lights bright enough to cut through the mid-day glow lit up all around her, palm trees everywhere gave the feeling of nature surviving in a place like this, between the a sea of fluorescent colors and mind-numbing architecture that soared into the sky. The average person might’ve been desperate for some fresh air, a few ice cold drinks to offset the three-digit temperature.

Stareater wasn’t like the average person.

From this high up, atop one of the highest buildings, she sat as though she owned the pace. Stareater stared down at this city, absent-mindlessly taking everything in while absorbing that heat. It was sustenance to her body, letting the young energy vampire thrive in an environment others lagged in. To Stareater, this weather was perfect, and felt lilr it was little more than 15 degrees Celsius from her perspective. The thermal energy simply evaporated into a Stareater-shaped void. She wasn’t doing much, so it was a good time to just sit and relax. She rested with her dynamo harness next to her, the backpack-sized device serving as a way to prop herself up, more comfortable than the concrete.