[center][h3][color=DAA520]Prudence Olivia[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=FFDEAD]Olive startled awake in a pool of sweat around her, the sheets were damp and there was a layer of wet on her skin, making everything stick to her body. She couldn't remember the nightmare but it was surely a nightmare. No good dream would leave her in a cold sweat, with a racing heart. Groggy with a side of annoyance, Olive sat up to better the wake up process.[/color][color=A52A2A] "How long was i out?....."[/color][color=FFDEAD] She'd murmur to the space around her, rubbing the crust from her eyes and patting down the greasy hair atop her head. Olive craned her neck to left then to the right, the sudden pop in her spine and bone rattling created a tension releasing sigh. Standing to stretch her arms and legs out, a quick analysis of the sunlight out her window would tell her it was closer to noon at this point. Closing the window pane, her next move was towards the makeshift shower. If you could call an upside down 5 gallon bucket a shower than sure, it was. The bucket hung from a cord tied to the ceiling, sturdy enough to hold a full 5 gallons of clean water. It had holes in the bottom cut carefully small to imitate a real shower head. Olive filled the bucket once under it and cleaned off as quick as possible, taking advantage of the water as much as she could. Once finished with her faux cleaning, she'd do a smell test on her clothes and find the least offensive smelling sweater and pants to wear for the day. Finally ready to leave her shack for the first time in a while, Olive grabbed her gloves and a small sack to carry knick knacks and found things in. Her first stop was the diner, needing something other than stale bread rations to gnaw on. The last of a radio transmission was heard, fantasizing a new place to live for her neighbors. She'd think nothing of this new place, as padded living was a thing of the past. There was no safety now. Unfortunately there'd be no breakfast today, the idea of staying any longer and watching a kid try to rally others in to going to The End was unappetizing. She'd duck out just as the poor boy was being boo'd and forced off his soap box. Olive rubbed her stomach and promised it a good meal later, but first scraping. Her walk lead her to the entrance of pallet, hoping today would be the day the Guards would let her garbage digging tendencies be outside. Just for a moment or two. She even brought her gloves this time. They HAD to. As she approached and realized the trash fire she had walked in on, She'd come to understand the diner was probably better entertainment than being anywhere near Nunchuck. With no confidence whatsoever she'd talk herself in to approaching but every time she'd take a step closer to the ordeal in front of her, Olive would then talk herself OUT of it. She might as well be a chicken with its head cut off because that's what this dance of self esteem looked like to anyone who caught a glimpse of her being an awkward taco in public. There was no missing an extremely tall woman being undeniably confused with her actions. The fact that Olive was showing anything but calm, let alone being flustered, came from hunger and probably just waking up. She wasn't ever so baffled with options but she knew no one was allowed outside, and the fact that pallet had been picked over and there was nothing left in the form of scraps for her to mess with that she hadn't already messed with made this increasingly important, therefore increasingly nerve racking. Finally deciding on being a grown ass woman and thinking how dumb it'd be to be scared, she'd straighten her back and walk forward. Olive would stand on the outskirts of the saluting guards and Nunchuck, making a throaty cough to grab anyone's attention to her. Her words coming out louder than she'd intended, Olive would shout[/color][color=A52A2A] "Yes, Hi, I'd like to leave for the day. Thanks."[/color][color=FFDEAD] The fact that she towered above some of these men and matched the height of others made her feel a bit more intimidating as she glanced around and felt better about herself. The pale woman with the baby mush colored hair, wanting to leave to scrap. Olive wasn't acting the smartest today for all the brains she had.[/color]
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