- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Weekends
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy (medieval or modern), sci-fi, steampunk, genres involving dragons
"You're sure we even need this much security?" Senna asked. The night had passed, and now she sat at the front desk of the police office, setting a stack of papers aside while one of the officers stood by, sipping at his coffee. She hadn't forgotten her dream encounter with Connor, and they'd told one another that they would meet again to try and travel to another Hub. The thought still scared her, but she hid it behind the exhaustion while she worked. "I mean, you all have to wear your badges when you go back there anyway. This just seems like a bit much. And it'll suck up electricity."
The officer shrugged, setting his cup on the counter. "Dunno. Chief wants it. Guess after that fiasco in the station downtown, he wants more security. We might just be testing it anyway. Some technicians are coming out in a few weeks to install the panels and all that, so you'll probably be in charge of them." He grinned as Senna scoffed, slamming the stapler down on the other set of papers. "Don't like meeting new people?"
"I'll probably be too tired to deal with their crap. They'll be all high and mighty about their fancy technology when a normal lock and key works just fine," she grumbled, shoving the stack of papers into the basket on the edge of the desk. "Aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now? Quit bugging me. I have things to do."
"Like staple papers?" he joked, but Senna shot him a glare anyway.
"Shoo, Brady. And take your coffee with you." She made sure he left before she picked up the phone in an attempt to actually do work.
-
Senna sat down on her couch, flicking on her television while she balanced her bowl in one hand. She'd picked up the leftovers from her mother's house just like she'd said, but the night was already creeping up on her, and she was doing her best to enjoy her food before she fell asleep. She hardly kept up on any new shows, but she tried to put something on that would keep her awake. Just like every night, she feared going to sleep, and now, she had more reasons to. While she agreed with Connor and his crazy idea, it didn't mean she couldn't feel any apprehension about it. With a sigh, Senna dove into the chicken alfredo in front of her, trying to lose herself in her actions.
Ultimately, her plan didn't work, since she still woke up in the Hub. "Dammit," she spat under her breath, standing up and brushing herself off. This time, she was wearing a long sleeved red shirt with jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. While it was better suited for running, she found that she liked the lazy sweatpants better. The one thing that never changed was her necklace. It was like the dream world needed something to remain constant in order to build an image.
Part of her wondered what Connor would look like. "He'll probably still be just as cute," she mused out loud before she promptly smacked her forehead. Now was not the time to be dreaming.
The officer shrugged, setting his cup on the counter. "Dunno. Chief wants it. Guess after that fiasco in the station downtown, he wants more security. We might just be testing it anyway. Some technicians are coming out in a few weeks to install the panels and all that, so you'll probably be in charge of them." He grinned as Senna scoffed, slamming the stapler down on the other set of papers. "Don't like meeting new people?"
"I'll probably be too tired to deal with their crap. They'll be all high and mighty about their fancy technology when a normal lock and key works just fine," she grumbled, shoving the stack of papers into the basket on the edge of the desk. "Aren't you supposed to be on patrol right now? Quit bugging me. I have things to do."
"Like staple papers?" he joked, but Senna shot him a glare anyway.
"Shoo, Brady. And take your coffee with you." She made sure he left before she picked up the phone in an attempt to actually do work.
-
Senna sat down on her couch, flicking on her television while she balanced her bowl in one hand. She'd picked up the leftovers from her mother's house just like she'd said, but the night was already creeping up on her, and she was doing her best to enjoy her food before she fell asleep. She hardly kept up on any new shows, but she tried to put something on that would keep her awake. Just like every night, she feared going to sleep, and now, she had more reasons to. While she agreed with Connor and his crazy idea, it didn't mean she couldn't feel any apprehension about it. With a sigh, Senna dove into the chicken alfredo in front of her, trying to lose herself in her actions.
Ultimately, her plan didn't work, since she still woke up in the Hub. "Dammit," she spat under her breath, standing up and brushing herself off. This time, she was wearing a long sleeved red shirt with jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. While it was better suited for running, she found that she liked the lazy sweatpants better. The one thing that never changed was her necklace. It was like the dream world needed something to remain constant in order to build an image.
Part of her wondered what Connor would look like. "He'll probably still be just as cute," she mused out loud before she promptly smacked her forehead. Now was not the time to be dreaming.