I'll post tomorrow. New job and this week I've had to run around too.
Xandrya
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STATUS: The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times! 1 mo ago
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The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
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My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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Any small trace of her grogginess had quickly dissipated the minute Olivia was shocked into a conscious state. She was immediately alert, her mind scrambling for an answer as she slowly took in her surroundings within the odd room. A few other bodies lay scattered there with her; the majority of them, if not all, were waking up just like she was, and they had the same confused look on their face. But given the current scenario, who could blame them?
Where the hell am I? she thought to herself, propping up on one elbow before an authoritative voice came on through the loudspeaker, its unexpected presence startling Olivia. She listened quietly at first, but the longer the man spoke, the more unsettled she grew. They were supposed to kill each other...kill or be killed. Olivia obviously wasn't the least bit happy with either option, but she knew what she had to do in order to survive. When it was announced that each of them had been microchipped, Olivia felt around the back of her neck to verify, and sure enough, the bump from the alien device in her body was there as announced. A lump formed in her throat, momentarily paralyzing the young woman with fear as instructions on how they were supposed to proceed were explained to them. With a shaky hand, Olivia reached for the phone that had been given to her. She opened it and immediately saw the notification informing her there was an unread message.
Olivia looked at the name, followed by the picture, and finally her actual target.
Card, phone, microchip. Get my items, kill me target...
As soon as the doors slid open, Olivia got to her feet and sprinted out of the room. The others did the same when they scattered as soon as they were able to. Not knowing whether she was being followed or not, Olivia rushed down the path with some trees on her left. She could see something off in the distance, a small speck. Maybe that's where she needed to go—maybe it wasn't—but she couldn't sit around and contemplate a decision.
Where the hell am I? she thought to herself, propping up on one elbow before an authoritative voice came on through the loudspeaker, its unexpected presence startling Olivia. She listened quietly at first, but the longer the man spoke, the more unsettled she grew. They were supposed to kill each other...kill or be killed. Olivia obviously wasn't the least bit happy with either option, but she knew what she had to do in order to survive. When it was announced that each of them had been microchipped, Olivia felt around the back of her neck to verify, and sure enough, the bump from the alien device in her body was there as announced. A lump formed in her throat, momentarily paralyzing the young woman with fear as instructions on how they were supposed to proceed were explained to them. With a shaky hand, Olivia reached for the phone that had been given to her. She opened it and immediately saw the notification informing her there was an unread message.
Olivia looked at the name, followed by the picture, and finally her actual target.
Card, phone, microchip. Get my items, kill me target...
As soon as the doors slid open, Olivia got to her feet and sprinted out of the room. The others did the same when they scattered as soon as they were able to. Not knowing whether she was being followed or not, Olivia rushed down the path with some trees on her left. She could see something off in the distance, a small speck. Maybe that's where she needed to go—maybe it wasn't—but she couldn't sit around and contemplate a decision.
"I'll be here..."
Instead of sitting around waiting in total silence, Amy walked over and knelt next to the corpse of the alien woman. She shook off any feeling of disgust that crept up on her as she searched her up and down for anything useful to take, but eventually all she found was an additional handgun. Amy took it, as obviously she would have more use out of it than the dead chick.
"Thanks for this," she smiled before walking back past Arex and closer to the source of light where she assumed Grayson would be coming in to get them.
Instead of sitting around waiting in total silence, Amy walked over and knelt next to the corpse of the alien woman. She shook off any feeling of disgust that crept up on her as she searched her up and down for anything useful to take, but eventually all she found was an additional handgun. Amy took it, as obviously she would have more use out of it than the dead chick.
"Thanks for this," she smiled before walking back past Arex and closer to the source of light where she assumed Grayson would be coming in to get them.
My main line of work has been somewhat investigative in nature, so if I have a chance to play detective, you can bet I'll take it.
@Dynamo Frokane
He's right. You posted your picture with Tim Westwood. The name drop implies he's at the very least a well-known person. I looked him up, and he's a DJ, and also 6'4. You're standing by him and at most, you're an inch or two shorter than him.
He's right. You posted your picture with Tim Westwood. The name drop implies he's at the very least a well-known person. I looked him up, and he's a DJ, and also 6'4. You're standing by him and at most, you're an inch or two shorter than him.
@Dynamo Frokane
I just realized you're tall, but you're being a white knight for short guys. Could have fooled me!
I just realized you're tall, but you're being a white knight for short guys. Could have fooled me!
Ahem
"Well, I think we should save the heavy stuff for later. I mean, I don't think we're about to have a full on war, so we should be fine if we're just quick on our feet."
Hana then started to help Smokey move some of the spare rounds. She hoped she was right, that these drifters wouldn't turn out to be too much of a hassle. In her own opinion, the team had already taken on too many responsibilities, and even though they were holding the moral high ground, she could only hope that their inventory would back them up.
Once the last round was moved, Hana thanked Smokey and motioned to him in Kirin's direction, remembering Drake's order. She then took her seat again, taking a moment to check her equipment before fixing the sights on the drifters. They were slowly moving, and the slightest trace of anxiety started to wash over her.
Hana then started to help Smokey move some of the spare rounds. She hoped she was right, that these drifters wouldn't turn out to be too much of a hassle. In her own opinion, the team had already taken on too many responsibilities, and even though they were holding the moral high ground, she could only hope that their inventory would back them up.
Once the last round was moved, Hana thanked Smokey and motioned to him in Kirin's direction, remembering Drake's order. She then took her seat again, taking a moment to check her equipment before fixing the sights on the drifters. They were slowly moving, and the slightest trace of anxiety started to wash over her.
That's why I would choose tall AND strong ;)
Okay, I'm done.
Okay, I'm done.
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