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wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2011-07-19 11:32 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2011-07-19 11:32 pm
✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖
[A. 339 Brady Lane]
Breakfast's ready!
[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]
[B. Hospital]
[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.
When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]
Ow...
[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]
[C. Streets of Mayfield.]
[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.
Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]
Breakfast's ready!
[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]
[B. Hospital]
[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.
When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]
Ow...
[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]
[C. Streets of Mayfield.]
[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.
Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]
C
[He'll shift his eyes over to the direction where the corpse is at and then shrugs.] And in one day, whoever's body that is will be back walking around the next day like nothing happened at all.
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How do you know?
C
And I know because I've been here for like oooooh... five? Maybe six months? Something around those lines. Death is a cheap thing here.
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And what says it's going to stay that way?