It was another slow day, a few folks coming in with easy repair jobs, but nothing too hefty. On the one hand, that was good, easy money. On the other hand...a slow day leaves one feeling out of sorts. In being relative, folks dropped off their jobs with her land lady, she went upstairs to get it, and brought it back down to her basement flat. But for Serene, it was something at least. Better than just sitting around, doing nothing. Beyond having to discharge energy now and again. But as her fingers drummed against the top of her kitchen counter, trying to make a decision of what to do, as the sun sank towards the horizon, Serene thought of her father. It made her freeze, remembering the last time she'd seen him alive. It had been the morning of the accident, she'd been getting ready for school, and had over heard her Grandmother and Father talking, but it hadn't been clear. She'd stepped out, the discussion stopped, her father reached over to pat her shoulder, wish her well, and head off. And that was all she had for a last memory.

It was only a sudden pain that made her realize she was squeezing her leg too tightly with her free hand, and snapped her out of her thoughts. Slowly, Serene took in a breath, then let it out. Her skinsuit thankfully, remained intact. She glanced over to her fridge, thinking to herself. She needed food, and she had enough to afford a trip to something other than cheap fast food. But at the same time...did she want to risk the trip all the way to say, one of the higher end parts of the city? She checked her phone, the one thing she always made sure to pay each month's bill on. No new bounty board requests, at least nothing she could handle with her gear. Her gaze lifted, as she walked into one of the rooms of her flat, gazing at the suit of armor that sat on its stand, the arm cannon resting on a table. She tapped a hand against her thigh, groaning slightly. Why couldn't her father have left her more? Hell, why didn't the government he had had contracts with come by? Then again, that was probably a good thing. Still, she needed to upgrade the suit at some point, perhaps find a way to develop energy based shields...she had the intelligence, but not the funds or resources.

[i](...Think Serene, think...)[/i]

It was then a knock on the door to her flat, followed by her landlady's voice, got Serene's attention, she turned, leaving her bedroom, walking up to the front door, looking through to confirm it was her, one could never be too careful. Once she was sure it was her, and nothing seemed off, that she undid the deadbolt, and opened the door, an eyebrow being lifted.

[i]"Something wrong? I'm not overdue on any bills, right?"[/i] Concern was present in her voice, even if a tad joking. She didn't pay as much as the rest of the tenants, given she fixed stuff for the complex, but it was always better safe than sorry.

[color=blue] "No bills sweetie. But the family in 301 needs their AC looked at, they're out for the next two hours. Since its-"[/color] The landlady stopped as Serene lifted a hand, smiling gently. [i]"No need to say anything more, I gotcha, I shouldn't be more than an hour tops, but if I'm not done, I'll give you a call a quarter to, so you can tell them I need more time."[/i] Relief crossed her landlady's face, as Serene knew how important heat would be during the winter. Hopefully it wasn't too serious. [i]"Just give me the key, and I'll slip it back under your door when I'm done. I'll go get my tools."[/i]

One hour passed. It had been easier than she had expected. It was just an issue with the filter, seems it had been clogged. Thankfully, the type was reusable, so a quick usage of the apartment sink to clean out the filter, and a confirmation all was working, and she was able to put it back in, but did check to make sure there wasn't anything else wrong, and thankfully, there wasn't. Relief had flooded her, and she'd come back downstairs, after putting everything back together, and slipped the key to the room under her landlady's door. The agreement for this one was that the family owed her nothing if it was an easy fix. The text she sent to her landlady told her it was just the filter, and that whatever she felt was proper could be left in her mailbox. Now back inside her apartment, Serene sank back down onto the couch in her living room, a sigh leaving her. Part of her wanted to go out, but the other part of her wanted to go back to tinkering on her inventions. She glanced over to the notepad on her coffee table, which held a list of ideas, leaning forward to study the writings. A sigh left her a second time, as she realized that most of what she wanted meant having to wander around, looking for people selling scrap, thrift stores, or just buying electronics from the nearby toy store and cannibalizing the toys. But that meant taking a toy that a child might like.

[i]"Damnit, there's gotta be something I can do...The nearest junkyard is an hour away, and that's on foot...I'll think of something, eventually."[/i]

Groaning, she leaned back against the couch, arms sprawling out, deciding that for the moment, turning on the TV might her best option. But she didn't turn it on just yet. Deciding to just stare up at the ceiling fan overhead, waiting for something, anything to happen...even a rogue running around that she could at least watch would be something...or some robbers who she could catch up to...But the nearest bank was what, four blocks or more? She'd be lucky there...So for now, she just sat there, waiting.

[i]//Hope this suffices for a starting entry, best I could come up with.[/i]