[center] [h2] [color=000000] [b][u]Dame[/u][/b] [/color] [/h2] [/center]

 [b]“Thank ya. Ah ‘preciate that.”[/b]  [color=darkgray] Dame said quietly, her usual drawl flooding into her voice, as the sketchy looking figure with messy hair and deranged eyes handed her a drink, which she placed on the floor next to her once he’d shuffled off. [/color]

 [i]Jackass[/i].  [color=darkgray] She muttered internally, mentally flipping him off.[/color] [I]You always knew there’d be a big clusterfuck of egos in such a large group. Just keep a cool head and ignore them. The loud ones usually go down first[/i]. 

[color=darkgray] A soft rumble rattled through her stomach.[/color] [i]Do you even -GET- hungry anymore? Do you even -NEED- to eat?[/i]. [color=darkgray] She certainly [b]could[/b] eat. She could still eat and piss and shit and do all that good stuff, but how much of it was real, and how much of it was a glass tower corporation's drearily manufactured imitation of life? [/color]


[color=darkgray] Some prissy blonde made a remark about how their employers must be expecting some of them not to come back alive. Dame smirked at the irony of the blonde not having considered that she herself was just as likely to come back in a body bag, but managed to keep her mouth shut. [/color]


[color=darkgray]The air on the platform was cold and wet as it lapped lazily against Dame’s synthetic flesh, making her thankful for the fact that she could quite literally retreat into her own memories. [/color]


[i]You can’t stay trapped inside your head forever[/i]. [color=darkgray] She scolded herself internally.[/color] [i]Just fucking watch me.[/i] [color=darkgray] She spat back. [/color]


[color=darkgray] This certainly wasn’t the life she’d envisioned for herself. She’d been the lucky kid back on Chereleanna, but the corporations had swept in, ripped her apart, and made her feel about as lucky as a nympho with aids. The irony that she was now working for one of those corporations was not lost on her. [/color]


 [i]These arseholes don’t just make the clothes we wear, and own the houses we live in. They control what we see, what we do, and what we think. One way or another, when you scrape away the bullshit, we’re all working for the corps[/i]. 


[b]“Ready whenever y,all are,”[/b] [color=darkgray] Dame muttered with hushed boldness [/color]  [b]“Ain’t the pizza free if we don’t deliver it on time?” [/b]