Post by RENO NASH on Mar 16, 2011 7:13:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 20px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 20px;][atrb=background, i51.tinypic.com/6z5ycj.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,442,true][atrb=height,450,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] You fucking disappoint me ! Why can't you turn against me? Words✰433 ✰Tagged✰ opening comments✰bring that pizza foo! The underground Eden, the rat’s retreat, whatever cheesy, blockbuster worthy caption she stuck to the dark hole it didn’t change the fact that it was still a hole. A rather well furbished one but nothing more than a cavern for misfits who decided to shun society as harshly as they had been. Not that society gave a damn about a few unloved; unkempt animals the Shift Corporation were trying to pass off as human. She jokingly told people she was the reverse, a former common rat whose brain had been implanted into the body of a freshly dead girl. Yeah, they hadn’t believed her but they had prescribed her with some neat medication that put her on cloud nine (not the club though the results were similar) and had her sleeping nine hours out of her day. Today Reno was just chilling. The woman had kicked off her boots and assumed a position of utter lassitude on the dingy, tawny-colored couch that she and another resident of their gang had dragged into the recesses of their home. It didn’t look anymore out of place in the abandoned subway tunnel than any of their other furniture and piles of seemingly unusable garbage that they had hanging around. There was a recliner to her left, its black leather worn and suffering from water damage, stuck in a perpetual lounging position thanks to the rusted retraction gears that nobody was in the mood to oil and tinker with. There was a circular dining table with a broken leg, its lack of height compensated by cinderblocks they’d managed to heave into their lair and around it were three chairs, none of which matched. They even had a washing machine, a luxury item that she still couldn’t understand how they’d managed to bring in without getting noticed. She’d gotten most of their electronics working thanks to a some engineering, a little imagination and a bit of help from the unhelpful curs living on the surface who made the rest of the public pay for their daily supply of energy. Siphoning off the subway station had proved easier then most would believe and in any event, Reno had customized a car battery to hook up to a small generator that could run for about five straight hours before it died or overheated. Yawning loudly, the white-haired female brought her eyes lazily toward the dark entrance and while she couldn’t see anything just yet she could hear someone approaching and called out, “I hope you brought back pizza cause if you didn’t yer going back out there to get some!” |
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