The Iron Gate
Apr 13, 2016 20:22:22 GMT -5
Post by Zen on Apr 13, 2016 20:22:22 GMT -5
Zoey McCoy
"Hmmmmmmph." She groaned, still half-asleep in her bed. She was torn between shutting off her obnoxious alarm clock and drifting far enough out of consciousness to the point at which she wouldn't even hear it. Once her brain was warmed up enough to conduct actual thoughts, she remembered that this was an important day. With a sudden and fierce movement, she slammed her hand against the top of the digital clock, and the room was silent once more. She jolted up, eyes slightly crusty, and waited for a few second before getting out of bed. Still in her grey pajamas, she reached for her messy drawer. Rather than going for her clothes, she picked out a clunky set of goggles resting on the top of it and slipped it on.
Fading images of silhouettes matching her body type phased into and out of view, but without the Clockwork Mechanism, she couldn't focus on any or control what, or when she saw. Sighing, she removed the goggles and tossed them onto the bed, and picked out an outfit with meticulous consideration.
She sat at the kitchen table with a tremendous yawn, and a small glass of orange juice slid her way. Eyes half-closed, she instinctively snatched it and took a greedy sip.
"Thinking of taking in any extra calories today, Zoe?" A young man in his mid-twenties was turned to a stove, preparing some eggs with one hand and sipping some black coffee with the other.
"Sure. Why not."
Soon enough, breakfast was served. "So, this is the big day for you."
"Mmhmm." She already had a piece of toast jammed in her mouth."
"Heh. Now I get to tell all the guys at work 'You'd better stay in line! My baby sister's in Division Six!'" He laughed at his own voice.
"Oh, haw haw." She gulped it down with some orange juice. "I could die in this job, y'know. Then you'll feel like crap."
"Yeah, but I know you won't."
"Heh, we'll see." She stood up sharply and pushed in her chair. "Welp, I'm off. See ya after work, Eric."
He gave a cartoonish salute, and she was soon out the door with a light backpack and the wind at her toes.
"Hmmmmmmph." She groaned, still half-asleep in her bed. She was torn between shutting off her obnoxious alarm clock and drifting far enough out of consciousness to the point at which she wouldn't even hear it. Once her brain was warmed up enough to conduct actual thoughts, she remembered that this was an important day. With a sudden and fierce movement, she slammed her hand against the top of the digital clock, and the room was silent once more. She jolted up, eyes slightly crusty, and waited for a few second before getting out of bed. Still in her grey pajamas, she reached for her messy drawer. Rather than going for her clothes, she picked out a clunky set of goggles resting on the top of it and slipped it on.
Fading images of silhouettes matching her body type phased into and out of view, but without the Clockwork Mechanism, she couldn't focus on any or control what, or when she saw. Sighing, she removed the goggles and tossed them onto the bed, and picked out an outfit with meticulous consideration.
She sat at the kitchen table with a tremendous yawn, and a small glass of orange juice slid her way. Eyes half-closed, she instinctively snatched it and took a greedy sip.
"Thinking of taking in any extra calories today, Zoe?" A young man in his mid-twenties was turned to a stove, preparing some eggs with one hand and sipping some black coffee with the other.
"Sure. Why not."
Soon enough, breakfast was served. "So, this is the big day for you."
"Mmhmm." She already had a piece of toast jammed in her mouth."
"Heh. Now I get to tell all the guys at work 'You'd better stay in line! My baby sister's in Division Six!'" He laughed at his own voice.
"Oh, haw haw." She gulped it down with some orange juice. "I could die in this job, y'know. Then you'll feel like crap."
"Yeah, but I know you won't."
"Heh, we'll see." She stood up sharply and pushed in her chair. "Welp, I'm off. See ya after work, Eric."
He gave a cartoonish salute, and she was soon out the door with a light backpack and the wind at her toes.