Waverley Rowan (mermaidskill) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-25 00:02:00 |
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Waverley snapped the magazine she had been reading shut and got to her feet, restless energy already tugging at her. She'd only been here for a few days and she was already frustrated and bored. It took a little longer before this happened in the previous facility, but hey, it could have been worse. She could have been a lifer; she'd heard there were a few of them here, people who had been in the grasp of the government longer than she'd been alive. That was beyond fucked up, and there were people here who had been in the grip of the regiment since before they were teenagers. It was no wonder there was an endless amount of loyal soldiers ready to hop to whatever they needed. She tucked her hair behind her ear, ducked into her room to grab her bikini and stuffed it into a bag along with her towel, intending on going for a swim and then maybe she could find something else to... entertain herself. Normally she'd be on the network more than she was but she wanted to get the lay of the land, first. And her first foray into it... well, the people in Limbo certainly didn't seem as friendly as the ones in her other facility. So she thought she'd try and make acquaintances on the ground first. Might be less... complicated that way. As she jogged down the stairs and into the open grounds, her eyes caught the striking profile of someone who was rather familiar to her standing just outside of the shop. She stopped in her tracks, still for a long moment, giving her a moment to confirm just what she was seeing - who she was seeing. "Kyra?!" |