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Slender fingers landed atop the ridged plastic of the incessantly screaming alarm clock, bright green tipped nails clicking against the hardened surface as the button to turn off the noise was smashed. A groggy, sleep-filled groan wafted through the air as the covers on the bed were pushed away from the uncoiling frame that lay beneath them. The shafts of sunlight reaching through the blinds on the nearby window illuminated lightly tanned skin covered in a thin, light violet sleeping gown, long, currently tangled and disheveled locks of red hair cascading down the back of the Ahmbreh's frame. The same hand that had turned off the alarm lifted to rub at still closed eyes as her feet came to rest on the thick carpet lining the floor of the small apartment bedroom floor, before her eyes opened, revealing clear, oceanic-blue hues locking onto the face of the clock.
6:45 am. Too early, in her opinion, especially on a Saturday, but work was a must. Groaning once more she stood from the bed and made her way into the bathroom. Thin layer of clothing peeled away she reached to start the shower, giving it a moment for the water to heat, before stepping beneath the streams. Taking the time to wash her hair and body, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Reaching to grasp the towel hanging on the nearby rack, she took a moment to dry as much of the water as she could from her hair, before wrapping the towel around herself and stepping back out into the room. This was one of the few times she was actually glad that she lived alone. There was no one around to question her or complain about her routines.
Glancing back over at the clock she grumbled a bit as she began rummaging through closet and drawers, gathering the needed pieces for her work uniform. Pulling on her underclothing, and then a pair of dark blue jeans, along with her maroon colored shirt, she grabbed her brush and set about getting her hair into some semblance of order, before slipping on her shoes, tying on her apron, and grabbing her keys and purse. Taking a moment to make sure she had everything, she opened the door and stepped out, closing and locking it behind her. A few moments walk down the stairs to get out to the parking lot and she was soon seated behind the wheel of her old chevy pick up, cursing at the traffic lights as if they were going to make her late.
The drive itself was only around ten minutes and she was soon pulling her name tag from her purse and fastening it onto her shirt. Taking a moment to check her appearance in the rear view mirror, she pulled a tube of lipstick from her purse. Bubblegum number 9, the deep, dark pink was the only makeup she ever wore, a rare shade that was complemented by her red hair, as opposed to clashing with it.. Applying a layer to her lips, she pressed them together, capping the tube and dropping it back into her purse. Sliding her purse under the passenger seat, she opened the door and exited the truck, locking the doors before she made her way into the diner before her, ready to clock in and start her shift. Serving wasn't the ideal job, that much she would agree with, but it paid her few expenses and the tips meant money in pocket daily. So she couldn't complain, really, aside from the occasional rude customer. Sometimes she even met some interesting people. Today, however, she sincerely hoped for nothing more than the shift to go smoothly and quickly.
Things had gotten tight, financially, since she had completed her bachelors and started the courses for her masters. She was working two jobs. One at the bar/club she had been employed at for six years. She had started there as a dancer, but now tended bar in the evenings. The diner, known as Dreamland, she had picked up just recently. It had been a place she had avoided for a long while. There were memories here ...Memories she still slept fitfully due to, even with the years of work her therapist had put in. She had to give Alyssa credit, though. Working with her had given Ahmbreh a new handle on her personal demon. The voice in her head that constantly caused her to question herself. The little voice that for around a year and a half had berated her from within until she had nearly lost herself. She shook her thoughts away, not really caring to find herself reminiscing over things so dark. Her eating disorder was a thing of the past, and her unwanted inner companion had become more of a quiet annoyance. One she usually managed well. She was a new woman now, and on her way to becoming an even better version of herself, no matter how tiring it might be at times.
The influx of memories trying to sneak into her thoughts did open the doors for one, however. Damien ...The one who disappeared. She still wasn't certain what had happened with him. They had been set up to play Terrasphere, back before it had been 'locked out'. Upon logging into the game, however, they had been kicked right back out. From that point she hadn't been able to log back in. Damien had gotten a call from someone and had to leave. That was the last time she had seen him or been able to play Terrasphere. Both events had impacted her life in ways that had proven to be bad for her and the hell-hole of shit she had already been in. She was doing much better, healthier ...But there was still sadness in her thoughts of the past. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her thoughts aside once more and plastered a smile on her face as she entered the main lobby of the diner, ready to take her position as both host and server. She'd gotten the email just last night letting her know that Terrasphere was back. She had taken the time to redownload the app, but had not yet had time to actually dive in. There would be time for that after work, however. Who knew, maybe something interesting would actually happen today. The only way to find out was to face the day, right?
@Caelynn Thia
Slender fingers landed atop the ridged plastic of the incessantly screaming alarm clock, bright green tipped nails clicking against the hardened surface as the button to turn off the noise was smashed. A groggy, sleep-filled groan wafted through the air as the covers on the bed were pushed away from the uncoiling frame that lay beneath them. The shafts of sunlight reaching through the blinds on the nearby window illuminated lightly tanned skin covered in a thin, light violet sleeping gown, long, currently tangled and disheveled locks of red hair cascading down the back of the Ahmbreh's frame. The same hand that had turned off the alarm lifted to rub at still closed eyes as her feet came to rest on the thick carpet lining the floor of the small apartment bedroom floor, before her eyes opened, revealing clear, oceanic-blue hues locking onto the face of the clock.
6:45 am. Too early, in her opinion, especially on a Saturday, but work was a must. Groaning once more she stood from the bed and made her way into the bathroom. Thin layer of clothing peeled away she reached to start the shower, giving it a moment for the water to heat, before stepping beneath the streams. Taking the time to wash her hair and body, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Reaching to grasp the towel hanging on the nearby rack, she took a moment to dry as much of the water as she could from her hair, before wrapping the towel around herself and stepping back out into the room. This was one of the few times she was actually glad that she lived alone. There was no one around to question her or complain about her routines.
Glancing back over at the clock she grumbled a bit as she began rummaging through closet and drawers, gathering the needed pieces for her work uniform. Pulling on her underclothing, and then a pair of dark blue jeans, along with her maroon colored shirt, she grabbed her brush and set about getting her hair into some semblance of order, before slipping on her shoes, tying on her apron, and grabbing her keys and purse. Taking a moment to make sure she had everything, she opened the door and stepped out, closing and locking it behind her. A few moments walk down the stairs to get out to the parking lot and she was soon seated behind the wheel of her old chevy pick up, cursing at the traffic lights as if they were going to make her late.
The drive itself was only around ten minutes and she was soon pulling her name tag from her purse and fastening it onto her shirt. Taking a moment to check her appearance in the rear view mirror, she pulled a tube of lipstick from her purse. Bubblegum number 9, the deep, dark pink was the only makeup she ever wore, a rare shade that was complemented by her red hair, as opposed to clashing with it.. Applying a layer to her lips, she pressed them together, capping the tube and dropping it back into her purse. Sliding her purse under the passenger seat, she opened the door and exited the truck, locking the doors before she made her way into the diner before her, ready to clock in and start her shift. Serving wasn't the ideal job, that much she would agree with, but it paid her few expenses and the tips meant money in pocket daily. So she couldn't complain, really, aside from the occasional rude customer. Sometimes she even met some interesting people. Today, however, she sincerely hoped for nothing more than the shift to go smoothly and quickly.
Things had gotten tight, financially, since she had completed her bachelors and started the courses for her masters. She was working two jobs. One at the bar/club she had been employed at for six years. She had started there as a dancer, but now tended bar in the evenings. The diner, known as Dreamland, she had picked up just recently. It had been a place she had avoided for a long while. There were memories here ...Memories she still slept fitfully due to, even with the years of work her therapist had put in. She had to give Alyssa credit, though. Working with her had given Ahmbreh a new handle on her personal demon. The voice in her head that constantly caused her to question herself. The little voice that for around a year and a half had berated her from within until she had nearly lost herself. She shook her thoughts away, not really caring to find herself reminiscing over things so dark. Her eating disorder was a thing of the past, and her unwanted inner companion had become more of a quiet annoyance. One she usually managed well. She was a new woman now, and on her way to becoming an even better version of herself, no matter how tiring it might be at times.
The influx of memories trying to sneak into her thoughts did open the doors for one, however. Damien ...The one who disappeared. She still wasn't certain what had happened with him. They had been set up to play Terrasphere, back before it had been 'locked out'. Upon logging into the game, however, they had been kicked right back out. From that point she hadn't been able to log back in. Damien had gotten a call from someone and had to leave. That was the last time she had seen him or been able to play Terrasphere. Both events had impacted her life in ways that had proven to be bad for her and the hell-hole of shit she had already been in. She was doing much better, healthier ...But there was still sadness in her thoughts of the past. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her thoughts aside once more and plastered a smile on her face as she entered the main lobby of the diner, ready to take her position as both host and server. She'd gotten the email just last night letting her know that Terrasphere was back. She had taken the time to redownload the app, but had not yet had time to actually dive in. There would be time for that after work, however. Who knew, maybe something interesting would actually happen today. The only way to find out was to face the day, right?
@Caelynn Thia
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