Alika Dixon (dustyouup) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-22 10:36:00 |
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Boredom was never something that Alika Dixon had handled well. Boredom had lead to her developing sticky fingers, pulling five-finger discounts from places just because she could. Breaking into things and causing mischief, generally just getting herself into all kinds of trouble. And here, in this place, boredom seemed to be the name of the game. It didn’t matter where you were, what you were doing, boredom caught up with you eventually. She’d done a little bit of ‘training’. She’d been in the garden for a while, too, cultivating a small corner of the greenhouse that she’d asked the mousey girl who seemed to live in there to claim as her own. She didn’t seem to mind but likewise Ali was pretty sure if she’d said ‘boo’ the girl would have cried. She hadn’t been feeling like a total asshole so she’d just kept to herself, dropped her seeds into a pot and waved her hand over it. A little bit of helping Mother Nature never went awry. The leisure rooms were packed out, that was true. And someone had thought to put games consoles in. Ali wasn’t a gamer, she didn’t understand why people found it fun when there was outdoors, basketball, parks and people away from the screen. But the weather looked like it was gonna take a turn for the unpleasant and Ali wasn’t in the mood to get drenched so she’d retreated with a self-made Irish coffee perched on the edge of the pool table, she chalked the end of the cue and set up the balls. Even if she was playing alone. Rolling her shoulders, Ali looked at the tattoo-like markings that ran along her upper arms. She glanced around herself, seeing only one other person there and he was reading - or so it seemed - so she rolled her shoulders again and focused. Slowly, her wings peeled away from her body where the markings had previously been, stretching out behind her. She had on a low-backed tank anyway, not restricting their movement should she have decided that she wanted to give stretch her wings. “You up for a game?” She asked, her now straight wings arching behind her before they fluttered restlessly. She wasn’t able to lift herself off the ground at this size, but still, it was nice to know she could have them out whenever she wanted them. “Unless that book you’ve got is really that good.” |