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Dead Space ( Unfinished. . . emo )
Yae opened her eyes slowly, blinking. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She glanced over at the clock. It read, 5:00 A.M. She sighed deeply. Five in the damn morning? She threw herself back onto her comfy bed, trying to fall back asleep.
"Well," A pleasant voice said. "Aren't you supposed to be up by now, Miss?"
Blinding light filled her closed eyes. She rolled over onto her stomach, covering her head with a pillow.
"Come on," She grumbled. "It's ******** morning, T."
"I'm very sorry about that," T said. "But the regulations state that all su-"
"Screw regulations," She snapped. "Just let me get my damn sleep!"
"I can't do that," The computer-generated voice, T, said teasingly. "You should know that by now."
"Fine."
She got up, letting out another irritated sigh. This was how it was, ever since she was "promoted" to leading officer. Waking up at one in the morning after working twelve hour shifts. It was just awful. Although, she had no reason to complain. For all of the miserable time she spent patrolling abandoned sections, getting no sleep, and etcetera, etcetera, she found herself living better than she ever had in her entire life.
She walked into the bathroom, flipping on the lights. She stood there, staring at her sloppy appearance; large black circles under her eyes, skin as pale as snow, and a horrid mess of red, green, blue, and blonde hair. It looked like a rainbow on drugs. She didn’t really care, because she was too tired to do anything with it. So, she just brushed her teeth and took a shower. She stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. After drying off, she put on her basic uniform; white shirt, black vest, black pants and boots.
She stepped out of her small room, the door opening silently. She began to walk down the hall, yawning as she went. She turned a corner, when one of her colleagues, a young, short man with equally short blonde hair came up to her.
“Hey,” He said, speaking in a quick, jittery tone. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,“ She said, pausing to yawn. “Sure it is.”
“Yeah.“ He said with a little sigh.
Ugh. What a weird a**. She thought, quickening her pace a bit.
 Nocchis Forehead · Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 06:06pm · 0 Comments |
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