[The nights are either busy with life or still as death--it's never both, always the fine line of chaos and peace, everything uncertain even with the perpetual tension in the air. As far along as the night had come in that exact moment and as still as the winds had been, she was beginning to think that the hours would drag on endlessly till the morning sun made the skies that sickish hue of orange and green. It's a night she would rather be out on her bike, patrolling the zones but instead she's watching the levels and listening to the silent static over the waves for a call, for anything. Show Pony and Dr. D had a nasty habit of leaving her behind lately and while she was not exactly sure why, it had become mildly annoying from her perspective: an eager one, one that never had held still easily.
Later she would be thanking them for giving her the order to keep her feet nailed to the floor.
She's digging around for a pack of cigarettes when she hears the sound of a voice. Pulling her hands back from fumbling around the organized mess that the good doctor kept precariously stacked she slides off the corner of the surface and heads towards the open door where she looks out from around the corner, whistling to grab the girls attention when she's passes.]
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Later she would be thanking them for giving her the order to keep her feet nailed to the floor.
She's digging around for a pack of cigarettes when she hears the sound of a voice. Pulling her hands back from fumbling around the organized mess that the good doctor kept precariously stacked she slides off the corner of the surface and heads towards the open door where she looks out from around the corner, whistling to grab the girls attention when she's passes.]
Snake.