[color=tan][h2]Oxley[/h2][/color][hr]

[color=tan][i]"Noo no no no no no, I swear you've got it all wrong here, mister Peacekeeper sir,"[/i][/color] a young, raspy female voice was babbling somewhere on the streets of the cramped compounds. [color=tan]"I uuuhhh- yes, right, I get what you're saying, uh, Mark, right? Your name's Mark. Sir. I promise I do have clearance to be out, I swear on your very beautiful MK-V Exosuit that - Oh wait, that reminds me your suits are super interesting, do you mind if I take a l- No? Okay, yes, fair that makes sense yes... Yes, right, I was about to say that I do not wish [i]any[/i] trouble Mister Peacekeeper Mark Sir, I was just heading home, it won't happen again-"

"Ouch! Ow ow ow, [i]okay 'kay 'kay[/i] I got the point, I got the point!"[/color]
Slap across the face, a kick to the ribs. That would leave a bruise. Oxley had simply been minding her own business. Well, technically she had been outside of her compound without a valid notice, alright. But it was only by half an hour. Her notice had been valid 30 bloody minutes ago. (Okay, maybe 32 and counting, but that was beside the point.)
Oxley was usually very much punctual. Her mind worked that way, it had no other way of working. Mathematics, numbers, compartments. That's what kept her sane, what kept her from getting lost in the huge mess that was her overflowing mind. This time she'd simply lost the track of time for a while too long. It wasn't fair, Oxley thought. Her mind was racing a hundred miles per minute and she couldn't get it to stop and now she got punished because she forgot to be punctual for literally like the first time ever? Unfair. Totally.
Nose now bleeding from the punch she hadn't been able to avoid with a quick tongue, Oxley clutched her face as she scrambled to the safety of her leaky apartment. If you could even call it that.
[i]'Relax, relax, just do whatever you do whenever you feel overwhelmed. Focus on one thing. Focus, Oxley, focus. Three point one four one five nine two six five three five nine two six five three five eight nine seven nine three two six... Breathe.'[/i]
[color=tan]"Now take care of that nasty nosebleed and remember to do better next time. Okay? Okay. Yup yup yup. You're not crazy, you've just got a lot on your mind - pun intended - just take care of that nosebleed,"[/color] Oxley speed-mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her crappy little space, trying to find a tissue.
[color=tan]"This fucking [i]sucks[/i],"[/color] Oxley cursed aloud even after finding a crumbled tissue to cover her nose with. Greasy hair fell on the girl's face as she sat down onto her scrappy sofa with a huff. [color=tan]"One day I'll show 'em,"[/color] Oxley promised to herself.