Vi (slayervi) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-05-05 20:28:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | jacen solo, vi |
Who: Vi and Jacen
What: Nerves
Where: Near the cafeteria
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Vi had been content with her life a week ago. She had a good job that paid the rent, the bills, and convinced her parents that she could pursue her dream in a logical way. At first. But after ghosts, the deaths of coworkers, and the sense of foreboding that was starting to settle in, she was beginning to consider that opening at Starbucks. She could serve coffee with the best of them and she was almost certain that Ye Olde Dead People were not haunting the back room.
On top of that, the dreams that several people had mentioned on the message boards had started invading her sleep. People with strange foreheads and gold eyes, flashing fangs, and possibly a couple of her coworkers. She wasn't sure how to bring that up.
She crept down the hallway with trepidation, her grumbling stomach finally driving her to head for the cafeteria. Vi ran a hand over the flap on her messenger bag, which did nothing to hide the tire iron inside. That's what the video had recommended and it had been the most convenient. It was in her car and it came to work with her every day. She also felt incredibly ridiculous trying to carry it around and be subtle about it.
Vi glanced over her shoulder as she heard something behind her. "Starbucks is sounding better and be-" She yelped as suddenly she collided with something solid, jumping back and scrambling for the makeshift weapon in her bag.