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[color=tan][h2]Oxley[/h2]
Location: NYC Compound
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[i]'Imagine there's no heaven / It's easy if you try / No hell below us / Above us only sky // Imagine all the people / Living for today (ah ah ah) // Imagine there's no countries / It isn't hard to do / Nothing to kill or die for / And no religion, too...'[/i]
The melody played out from Oxley's neon blue headset, drowning out the harsh noise from outside her scrappy apartment. The nosebleed had stopped, leaving bits of dried blood on Oxley's nose. The woman lay splattered across her dusty beanbag chair, woolen stocking clad legs tangling from the edge. The rainbow socks were baggy and worn, much like Oxley's other clothing. Her ribcage was sore from the kick she'd recieved before. Whatever. It was midday now, safe to go out.
If she wanted, that was.
[i]'Imagine all the people / Living life in peace // You may say that I'm a dreamer / But I'm not the only one / I hope someday you'll join us / And the world will be as one...'[/i]
Jumping up, the young woman with a messy braid gathered her belongings into a satchel made of denim before heading out to the cloudy noon.
"'Sup Oxley!" Oxley's neighbour quipped as she exited her apartment. Oxley paused her music and beamed.
[color=tan]"Hi Dean! How's the goldfish?"[/color] she asked. It had been a while since she'd seen a sight of her neighbour.
"Matty's good. Hey, actually... I meant to ask you something, if you don't mind. Do you remember if we spoke on March second two years ago?"
Oxley scoffed at the man. [color=tan]"Uh, [i]obviously[/i]. Who do you take me for? We did, yes. We were talking about the campaign I was going to DM. I-"[/color] Oxley paused. Then she frowned, scrunching up her nose in confusion. [color=tan]"Why... why do you ask?"[/color] she questioned. Something seemed off. It was a strange thing to ask, even if Oxley happened to be a walking data bank of information. Dean laughed it off, but that didn't ease Oxley's nerves.
"Just... Testing you. See ya, Oxley," the man waved before quickly disappearing into his apartment. Oxley frowned for a second before shaking her head and taking off. It was probably nothing.
[color=tan]"Okay, okayokayokay soo... here's the plan, Oxley. You're doing some shopping today. You're literally out of food and you need more nachos for today. Okay? Okay. Adulting time,"[/color] Oxley talked to herself as she walked on the street, earning a few strange looks. Okay, maybe she was a bit lonely. Not really.
[i]Well[/i], maybe a bit more than a bit. No big deal.
Oxley often talked to herself anyway, it helped her keep track of her thoughts. There was so much information all around her, it required some sort of compartmentalizing to keep track of it.
Walking on the street with her trusty blue headset, Oxley tried to shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right.