"Pack up the necessities, I'll see about getting to the Sandcrawler early...at the very least."
Alec let out a deep and rather exaggerated sigh as her brother left her to pack up. Grabbing onto a pair of combat boots, then custom shin guards...damn. Today was an embarrassment for them, and a first for her brother.
Usually Ireneus woke her up at the ass crack of dawn, but it was Electra instead rolling out of bed, late. Did her brother let her sleep in? That seemed like a likely conclusion. Quickly brushing her hair and pulling on some of yesterday’s clothing, she left her room to go find her breakfast…only to be stopped by a surprised bud-acquaintance of hers, who was confused as to why she was still walking around, when she was supposed to have gone to the main office for something important. After much confusion, it had been made apparent that her and her brother, and some others were called into the main office. It was some relief for her at the time that she wasn’t going to be alone, Alec and Irene were both generally new to this place, and she didn’t plan on getting into anybody’s bad books so early on in her life here…especially the leader’s.
Having gotten to the office, probably a dozen minutes late, Alec debated whether or not this would be an appropriate use of Time manipulation if she stopped time so she could sneak in behind the tallest person of the group, playing like she wasn’t late…that had been a stupid idea, so she dismissed it. Instead, she had opened the door just a crack, and heard…of this mission she and others would be on. Deciding to just listen in, and not actually embarrassing herself by entering in and interrupting…she listened in carefully. When it ended with some speech from a girl a few years older than her…she shuffled away from the door in an embarrassed manner when someone opened the door.
“I-I’m part of the mission too! I, err, I just didn’t want to, er, interrupt the important stuff!” It didn’t matter what she said, because the girl who had opened the door walked away. She had kind of felt thankful for that.
The weird thing about this, was that her brother hadn’t been in the room…though she had waited some, it became apparent quickly after everyone filed out of there. And, wouldn’t you know? Alec’s brother had been asleep in his bed, the whole time. Going over to his room, she could hear his alarm going off. Opening the door, her brother had been lying in his bed under some thin sheets, eyes closed and his breathing calm and even, sleeping. His alarm was letting out deafening sirens. Waking him up, Irene seemed…in a daze. Out of it. One of ‘those’ states of mind. When he snapped out of it, he’d always feed her the same line, the ‘bad dream’ one. And, over time, she just learned to accept this sort of answer.
After letting him know about all this mission stuff, he snapped out of it in record time and got dressed, telling her to get her own stuff packed before setting out to the Sandcrawler. And so, here Alec was, packing…
The boy, hardly old enough to be called a teen, stood before the kneeling woman. The side of his hand, the side of his face was bleeding, but it only made the ferocity of his glare and expression that much more…terrifying. The gritting of his teeth, both in pain and anger, “You…drop down and kiss the fuc%ing ground! Or…you can deep throat this-“ Reaching to his back for his shotgun, it’s metal shone, reflected the distant street light like the glint of the evil eye. The kneeling woman didn’t say anything, nor did she move, but a gasp did escape her lips.
All this was making him so…mad…stepping forward, he nudged her lips with the end of this shadowed weapon, causing the woman to let out a lone whimper, “When I blow my load, I’ll be making a huge mess…” Hearing this, the woman dropped to the ground crying…kissing the ground. Pathetic, after all that had happened…strapping the shotgun back onto his back, he stepped forward, raised his over-sized, steel-toed boot, and—
Snapping out of it, with the mission in mind, he continued towards the supposed meeting spot before their departure. Packing wasn’t going to be a necessity for Irene…the time for packing, the privilege of packing, all was a luxury afforded to them. Then again, proper sleep was also a privilege, one he abused when he shouldn’t have. Sometimes, though, his dreams became louder than anything of the tangible world.
Finding the place, and youths either younger or older than himself, he didn’t say a single word. Not one. Anything important that needed to be said had already been discussed in the office, which he missed entirely. All that was left to do was complete this lengthy mission. It wasn’t a few minutes after finding the place, did his sister come in with a knapsack slung over her shoulder. Irene nodded approvingly at her; Alec most certainly packed light with only the necessities, unlike last time. Pausing to himself for a moment, he brought a mug of tepid water and four supplement tablets out from the air, holding out two of the tablets for his sister…”Take these two supplement tablets. They should be enough for your body to run on, for now.”
Alec just sort of just scrunched her nose at the offer, glaring at the two tablets, “How about some regular food?”
Still, Irene persisted with the tablets, glaring down darkly at his sister, “No. These tablets will be enough to fuel the body and mind.”
“But isn’t delicious food necessary to fuel happiness, hopes and dreams?” A strange thing for Alec, with a little exaggerated flourish and a grin, to say in defiance.
Ireneus gave her a strange look, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. The saying sounded familiar, “Who told you that?”
“You did, a long time ago.”
“…your memory is shit.”
