The pen scratched across the crisp page as it weaved Melora's thoughts onto the page. Crumpled pages lay strewn across her floor, victims of an endless war. Melora lifted her pen and glared at the paper. The lyrics were just no coming together properly. Sighing, she tore the paper off the pad and srunched it up. The paper flew across the room and landed in the waste paper bin.
A beep came from Melora's laptop, as an instant message client popped up, announcing a new message for Melora.
Melora glared at the computer, as if daring it to defy her.
"Foul thing. What now?"
She looked at the window now displaying itself on screen, putting aside the rather entertaining song kernel she had been forming (dealing with, of all things, people's sheer inability to accept what they don't want to) as an idea to maybe pursue later.
"All will come in time."
...
"Do not take this the wrong way, but I want to help you. You are in danger. Weather you believe me or not is up to you, but you are in danger just the same."
OOC, I spent a minute trying to figure out if I spelt that right... I guess I didn't.
"I'm sorry, but the Internet is one of the most vulnerable things on the planet. There are hackers, viruses, and other things that can steal this information as I type it. Vague will have to do.
Protect yourself. There are people who want to take you away, they cannot be stopped by police or government interference because they don't seem to exist. I probably should be telling you this. You see" The message cut off
Melora stormed downstairs and out of the house, wearing only her nighty. It was patchwork, and in the style of the old Victorian nightdresses, with lace on the cuffs, hem and collar. She had made it herself.
The dog looked at her, confused, and the trotted off toward one of the neighboring houses. There didn't seem to be very many people out and about at this time of day.
Melora, satisfied, started to head back to bed, but realized she wasn't really at all tired.
"What time is it..." she wondered, mostly to herself.
At any rate, she wouldn't be able to sleep. She went back inside, grabbed a glass of mango juice (her favourite beverage), then sat on her porch, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning.
As she drank her mango juice she caught a glimpse of the time.
10:00 AM.
Her clock said she was late, but it seemed to her like it was very early in the morning.
Ten o' clock? How in hell could it be ten? There was no way no-one was out at ten o' clock!
Good god, she had to get ready for her day job! Her shift started in like half an hour!
She bolted inside and changed, keeping a constant litany of mild profanity going under her breath, then shot out the door as if propelled from a cannon of some sort, racing down the street.
Something about the air seemed different to her as she ran. After a minute or so her jobsite was in site. As soon as she saw it everything seemed to come back. She hadn't noticed this before but there WERE people on the streets and sidewalks, cars too (but not on the sidewalks).\
OOC job?
Melora pulled on her uniform and attempted to find Mrs. Lovett to discover what she'd be doing that day, whether she'd be waiting tables or in the kitchen.
As she turned to find her, she was standing in front of her with a suprised look on her face. "Well, somebody's here early. You'll be waitressing today, you can start now if you like. Jennifer called in sick last night and wasn't here early this morning so you can help ease the load of the others... Oh what am I kidding, it's never that busy here." She laughed and turned to go to the kitchen
"Well, it's a good thing your here. Jenny's sick, I've been manning the whole restaraunt by my lonesome. Which half you want? Smoking or non, it doesn't matter to me."
A beep came from Melora's laptop, as an instant message client popped up, announcing a new message for Melora.
"Foul thing. What now?"
She looked at the window now displaying itself on screen, putting aside the rather entertaining song kernel she had been forming (dealing with, of all things, people's sheer inability to accept what they don't want to) as an idea to maybe pursue later.
"Hello Melora."
The message had no list of address from which it had came from, and the cursor blinked impatiently as it waited for a reply.
"I'm sorry, who the hell are you?"
{Sorry for late reply, my parents are late paying our home internet bill and it has been cut off}
...
"Do not take this the wrong way, but I want to help you. You are in danger. Weather you believe me or not is up to you, but you are in danger just the same."
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"Well, how kind of you to tell me. I don't suppose you could be any less frustratingly vague, could you?"
{Note: Whether. Not weather.}
"I'm sorry, but the Internet is one of the most vulnerable things on the planet. There are hackers, viruses, and other things that can steal this information as I type it. Vague will have to do.
Protect yourself. There are people who want to take you away, they cannot be stopped by police or government interference because they don't seem to exist. I probably should be telling you this. You see" The message cut off
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She attempted to type a response, but it was rejected.
"Huh."
Well, it's late anyway, and I've been hopelessly sidetracked from my lyrics. Time for bed
She hopped under the covers and promptly fell asleep.
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That damned dog!
She poked her head out of the bedroom window.
"Shut UP, you stupid animal!"
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"You! Dog! Shoo!"
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"What time is it..." she wondered, mostly to herself.
At any rate, she wouldn't be able to sleep. She went back inside, grabbed a glass of mango juice (her favourite beverage), then sat on her porch, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning.
10:00 AM.
Her clock said she was late, but it seemed to her like it was very early in the morning.
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Ten o' clock? How in hell could it be ten? There was no way no-one was out at ten o' clock!
Good god, she had to get ready for her day job! Her shift started in like half an hour!
She bolted inside and changed, keeping a constant litany of mild profanity going under her breath, then shot out the door as if propelled from a cannon of some sort, racing down the street.
Thank god it's close, though...
OOC job?
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Huh. APparently people were out and about. As they should be, of course, it's just odd she hadn't noticed before.
Oh well, no time to worry about that. She still needed to change into that atrocious uniform before she'd be ready to work.
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Early? I'm not...
She checked the clock on the wall to see if she was as completely insane as she felt.
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