[i] "Fuck." [/i]

Thanatos gritted her teeth in annoyance as her fingers ghosted over the keyboard, her other hand on her mouse. Her team was stupid. She could handle this by herself; she had close to no idea why she chose to play with a team. Other people only held her down. 

She was about to singlehandedly complete the mission when the screen blacked out. She considered screaming in frustration, but found it to be too bothersome. Her nosy neighbor may come over, too, and explaining and warding him off would take even more energy. So she decided against it. Standing up, her rather long, uncared for nails raked the back of her computer. The charger was plugged in. Her eye twitched and she clucked her tongue, before picking up and unplugging the computer, dumping it in the extra room that she had. Her other, well-worn electronics rested in the otherwise bare room.

Tying her hair up into a bun, she walked into her room and grabbed the nearest article of clothing to pull over her head. A maxi dress. She paired sneakers with the dress, grabbed her bag and headed out.

She didn't bother to find out why her computer blacked out; usually, the ones she chose were of a higher grade, which could last her at least four years. The computer had served her well for the past three. She pulled out and lit a cigarette, her phone in a hand. As she passed by, she attracted several looks, due to her hair; usually, most girls her age who dyed their hair bothered to cover her roots. Not her; she didn't bother. Once again - too much energy, too much effort.

She kept her eyes on her phone; she didn't want to make any eye contact with anyone. She was shoved into the wall, though, by a group of rowdy prepubescent teenage boys. Now ticked off, she gripped her bag tightly and swung it, the bag colliding with the boy who had shoved her's head. She glared at the rest and walked off, missing the couple of fingers flipped at her.