Cold. The first thought Ruellen Wong had, was that of the temperature in her bedroom. Freezing cold. Grunting in annoyance, Ruellen snuggled deeper into her blankets and glared angrily at the light that slipped through the blinds on the window. She tried to close her eyes and fall back asleep, but the longer she waited for sleep to take her, Rue could feel her body becoming restless. Anxious to start the day despite the ungodly hour it was. Speaking of which...Her hetero-chromatic eyes flickered over to her alarm clock; the red numbers glowing viciously at her: 5:49 A.M. Damn. She might as well start her day, no point in laying around in bed waiting for sleep to come when that cursed morning light kept her awake. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Rue kicked off the mass of blankets violently. Finding herself to be free of them, she stepped onto the hardwood floor. Standing tall, or rather short in her case, Rue stretched her body, fingers and limbs pointed in every which direction. As her muscles were pulled tight, the tiredness in them began to recede. Now, Rue was ready to start her day, or so she thought as she face-planted herself on the wooden floor.
With her forehead resting uncomfortably against the frigid floor, Rue let herself lay there in frustration. Could she not do anything right?
"Kyah!" Rue managed to force out as she leapt to her feet, chest heaving with the sense of victory. Wearing nothing more than her boxers, Rue made her way to her full-length mirror. She peered in closely at herself, tugging at the skin around her eyes, gnashing her teeth, furrowing her brow, she looked wretched, and smelled like it too. Her eyes wandered down to her breasts. They just screamed at her!
"Look at me everyone! I'm a girl!" Rue glared at them as she poked at them harshly. Large mounds of flesh that refused to be reduced. Leaving the company of her mirror, she headed for the bathroom to get ready. Her pattern was the same: 1. Relieve herself. 2. Shower. 3. Brush her teeth. 4. Style Hair. 5. Bandage down breasts. Every single morning, Rue followed this precise pattern, not that she was OCD or anything, but rather she found it to be useful to have patterns in her morning ritual.
After her cold shower, Rue studied herself in her bathroom mirror. Contemplating on how to style her hair for today. Should she go with a mohawk, fohawk, spikes, flared bangs, or natural? Fohawk it. Grabbing her gel, Rue ran her fingers through her bangs quickly, and feathered them back just a tad until she liked what she saw.
Breakfast was simple, a bowl of cereal that Rue had unfathomly managed to dump the entire contents of her gallon of milk all over the floor. After cleaning up that horrid mess, she went on to get changed for the day ahead. Prior to the evening before hand, Rue had received a phone call from one of the Blue Lantern's, informing her that there was a meeting to be held at the office today and she was to attend. She wondered what it was about, being that it had been some time since she saw any action as a Red Pole.
So how would Ruellen dress herself? Preferably, in her favourite pair of pants, red plaid jeans that were littered with unnecesary grommets and nonfunctioning zippers. She tugged on a simple white, button-up blouse, and slid a black tie about her neck and completed her outfit by sticking a safety pin through her tie. Now, with her fohawk, and strange attire, Rue felt most ready to head out for the meeting. Could she ever go out in public looking normal? No. The word itself repulsed Rue. Normal. Something that conformed within societal rules. Nope, she couldn't do just that. Rue slipped her worn out Chuck Taylor's on and headed outside.
Descending the steps, Rue passed by her store, Electronics+. This time, she didn't bother to enter the store, but rather passed by it. She had to get to the meeting soon, and everyone associated with the Ravenglass Boys knew that Grandpa Wu didn't like people being late. When Rue hit the sidewalk, she sprang into a fast-paced jog, leaping and maneuvering around objects that hindered her. San Francisco...a beautiful city one would say..if one lived in the right area. She soon found herself in front of Wu Exports offices in downtown area. Placing both hands on her knees, Rue panted for breath. How far did she just run? She had know clue except that her lungs burned with an intense fire. Her heart rate slowed considerably, the pulse still throbbing throughout her body. Standing up, Rue rolled her shoulders and crossed the threshold. The entire building front was nothing but windows. She looked past her as soon as she strolled inside, and looked to the outside world, which was now tinted in a faint shade of clear blue. The thought of the meeting with some fellow Ravens made her blood rush away from her outer-body extremities. She prayed that she wouldn't have to speak much in this, her tongue always betrayed her..