[b] Bzzzt.... Bzzzt..... Bzzzt [/b]

Valerie opened her eyes to the somewhat disturbing sensation of a buzzing comms unit on her cheek. She blinked as it buzzed away at her. [b] Bzzzt.... Bzzzt....[/b] Val took it off her face with an uncomfortable peeling sensation and looked at the screen, sleep blurred vision made it hard to read as she squinted at the screen for a good few minutes "Co-ordinates." she mused and rolled over, closing her eyes. She stiffened and her eyes snapped open "Co-ordinates?" she repeated and sat up, her big fluffy pyjama dress flopfhing with her body "Three minutes ago? I'm meant to be there.. Now?!" she stared at the screen "Oh god." she muttered and threw herself out of bed, pulling on undies, tops and trous- "WHUP!" [b] THUD [/b] "Ow.." she muttered, trousers around her knees and face first in the floor at 0605 hours in the morning. Great. 

She pulled herself to her feet, did up her trousers, pulled on a waist coat and then spun around "Need. Need. Need. What do I need?" she snapped and then ran around, "Gun!" she called, drawing it into her hand. She scooped up some keys, threw on a pair of boots and then brushed her hair, she looked around and her eyes settled on the fridge, suitably empty for the trip she ducked inside and grabbed a bowl, shovelling the contents into her mouth, [b] Bzzzt.... Bzzzt [/b] "Oh shut up!" she called and finally turned off the comms unit buzzing, she hurried to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth but her face contorted to one of utter dismay "My face..." she said pitifully and traced the lines of her comms unit which has been imprinted on her face. She rubbed at it quickly then began scrubbing, too much toothpaste was used as foam bubbled out of her mouth, she choked and coughed and spat out what she didn't swallow and gurgled some mouthwash before hurrying out the door.

"Sycamore!" she shouted as the threw herself into a taxi-service ship then ordered to be taken to a city which was as close to Frontier Sixty as she could get. She leant back and put a hand on her bag, looking through it, she'd packed it the night before, clothes, as many as she could stuff into one of the size-regulated bags. Literally. Stuffed. Hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, all the basics, she assured herself. Goggles, where were her goggles?! She fished around before slamming her head back and a familiar clink of goggles sounded behind her, she reached up and realised they were perched on her head already.

She threw a handful of pre-calculated money at the driver and ran out the ship, weaving through citied , oh what was the time? Late. She didn't dare look at it. She reached the city borders and dashed out the gates, no time to get a cab, no time to wait for anything like that! Running it was, lucky she was a fast runner. She splashed through muddy puddled and ducked under low-hanging branches, anything to get there on time! When she tired she slowed her pace but kept running "Ohhhh" she moaned "This isn't my area.." she complained. "I hate running!" she called, loud enough to scare away birds in the near area. It got muddy. Quickly. She waded through mud, running over it as fast as she could as to not allow herself to sink in, oh how glad she was that she was wearing a long sleeved black lace-hemmed shirt tucked neatly into long, tight around the leg, grey trousers, a belt and tall boots. Any mud dried on brown and dusted off grey. It's like she was untouched, apart from her boots, they looked like mud hell. She ignored this and kept running.

"WHEEZE" Oh my gosh. Did that come from -HER- throat?! That noise had never been made before "WHEEEZE" oh man it was her alright. But the gross, squat looking Frontier Sixty was -in view-! "WHEEZE" oh how embarrassing. She ran to the door and practically slammed into it, scrubbing off her boots on the nice, clean looking door-mat, which when she stepped over, looked like it'd just been given a horrific mud-mask treatment "Valerie, Crew, Co-captain - WHEEZE- Just gonna" she pointed to the crew "Go." she said and stumbled through, ignoring the calls of the receptionist, they could check if it was here when she -SAT DOWN- she approached the group, gasping for air that had so rudely been taken from her "Hi.... Co-captain....Valerie Sangster..." She managed, in every pause there was a hurried gasp for air.