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so... is everyone's internet having issues? There's a lot of crickets around...
@lydyn I agree, very nice! Look forward to reading more about her!
That's awesome Cara!
And in other great news, I finally have a working computer! I know you have all been rooting for it to come in, and it is here!!!
And in other great news, I finally have a working computer! I know you have all been rooting for it to come in, and it is here!!!
There were times that Deidre appreciated being here, like when she woke up in the morning the first few days with a rumbling in her stomach. She was grateful that she was dry, sheltered, and could rely on the next meal coming. At night, though, when they turned down the lights in the cell block and the metal doors had all been locked tight, she wasn’t so fond of this place. There wasn’t much down-time in the evenings, and they weren’t permitted to have things like books with them during this time.
And that was part of the consequence of being in prison, really, a lack of control. Rhonda lay on her bed, arms folded across her stomach, probably trying to decide what she was going to say tomorrow to make her stories even more outlandish. Deedee lay on the floor, doing reps of thirty-second exercises.
Crunches, superman, bicycle, push ups, V-ups, reverse crunches, plank, repeat.
Every 7 minutes, two cycles, she took a thirty second rest, her goal being to keep it up for a little more than 20 minutes. At night she had to be careful because they weren’t supposed to be out of their beds. During the day, she could do pull ups on the bar for the bunked bed, or most physically strenuous activities, but at night they were supposed to be quiet, so she had to focus on keeping her breathing steady and her movements controlled.
There was some time in the day built in for exercising, but it was difficult to get to some of the equipment, which tended to be reserved for people she didn’t want to mess with. Besides that, it made her a bit uncomfortable to work out around other people. Deedee had always been told that she paid too much time worrying about what other people thought of her, but she knew that her concerns were justified. She needed to be able to take care of herself, and she needed to stay relatively unnoticed. Perhaps that would mean ‘plaining’ up her appearance after the trial was finished. She could work on gaining weight gradually, but she didn’t think it would make a lot of sense for her to be gaining a lot of weight in prison, with the heavily regulated nutritional meals.
She could lose weight, but that only seemed to get more attention from people, and since she was working out, it wouldn’t look terribly natural either. Deidre finished her routine when her mind drifted from counting the seconds of each exercise, and then stretched for a few moments before crawling into bed. She had good timing because the clang of metal told her that a guard was walking along the path outside of their cell, and passed by her cell only a few moments after she had gotten into the bed. She must have seriously lost track of time then, since the guards came every thirty minutes. Either that, or they had a reason to change their routine.
She fell asleep eventually, but her dreams were strange. They were about different people, ones that she was sure she had never seen before. They were mundane, mostly. One had a man and a woman meeting, going out to dinner and a movie. The man spent most of the time looking at the woman, and the woman was beaming with the attention. Afterwards, they held hands, and walked along a beach together. The dream grew strange after that, as all dreams do. The beach shifted to a lake, and the water began to freeze. The woman complained of the cold, and began to turn blue. The man panicked, and tried to wrap her in warm things, but her body grew stiff, tears freezing on her cheeks. The man seemed unaffected by the cold, but his heart was obviously afflicted.
Deidre woke with a start, sitting up so quickly she almost hit her head. Looking around, she saw that her blanket had fallen on the floor. That must have been the source of the strange dream, she reasoned. Hopping off of the bed, Deedee grabbed the blanket and tossed it onto the bed before climbing up once more. Rhonda was unmoved by the whole affair, it seemed, and hadn’t so much as stirred in her sleep.
When the lights turned on in the morning, Deidre found herself once again pleased to know that a meal would be coming. At breakfast she also learned that she was selected for one of the work details. Laundry. Because she was in prison, she wouldn’t get a traditional yellow garment to represent the field, but there was a yellow band that they affixed to her wrist. They also updated her file to give her permission to report for her duties at select times. Of course, her blood would be checked there to ensure that it was she who arrived in the laundry rooms, rather than someone else. With the bracelet and the blood check, it was difficult to fool the system, and Deedee didn’t know of anyone who had. She didn’t particularly care about any of that, though. She applied for work because it was heavily recommended to her that she make an effort here, that she take some time to give back to the community, and it would get her out of her cell a few extra hours a day.
Her laundry shift would be between breakfast and lunch this week, though next week it would likely shift to the morning before breakfast. In either case, her meal allotment shifted accordingly. Now that she was expected to be on her feet more, she had a slightly higher calorie diet, along with a new shake-like liquid along with the main course. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it didn’t taste awful, which was good. Penny joined them again at breakfast, and was already sitting with Rhonda and Lola by the time Deedee joined them, her new yellow wristband making a bold statement on her plain white clothing.
And that was part of the consequence of being in prison, really, a lack of control. Rhonda lay on her bed, arms folded across her stomach, probably trying to decide what she was going to say tomorrow to make her stories even more outlandish. Deedee lay on the floor, doing reps of thirty-second exercises.
Crunches, superman, bicycle, push ups, V-ups, reverse crunches, plank, repeat.
Every 7 minutes, two cycles, she took a thirty second rest, her goal being to keep it up for a little more than 20 minutes. At night she had to be careful because they weren’t supposed to be out of their beds. During the day, she could do pull ups on the bar for the bunked bed, or most physically strenuous activities, but at night they were supposed to be quiet, so she had to focus on keeping her breathing steady and her movements controlled.
There was some time in the day built in for exercising, but it was difficult to get to some of the equipment, which tended to be reserved for people she didn’t want to mess with. Besides that, it made her a bit uncomfortable to work out around other people. Deedee had always been told that she paid too much time worrying about what other people thought of her, but she knew that her concerns were justified. She needed to be able to take care of herself, and she needed to stay relatively unnoticed. Perhaps that would mean ‘plaining’ up her appearance after the trial was finished. She could work on gaining weight gradually, but she didn’t think it would make a lot of sense for her to be gaining a lot of weight in prison, with the heavily regulated nutritional meals.
She could lose weight, but that only seemed to get more attention from people, and since she was working out, it wouldn’t look terribly natural either. Deidre finished her routine when her mind drifted from counting the seconds of each exercise, and then stretched for a few moments before crawling into bed. She had good timing because the clang of metal told her that a guard was walking along the path outside of their cell, and passed by her cell only a few moments after she had gotten into the bed. She must have seriously lost track of time then, since the guards came every thirty minutes. Either that, or they had a reason to change their routine.
She fell asleep eventually, but her dreams were strange. They were about different people, ones that she was sure she had never seen before. They were mundane, mostly. One had a man and a woman meeting, going out to dinner and a movie. The man spent most of the time looking at the woman, and the woman was beaming with the attention. Afterwards, they held hands, and walked along a beach together. The dream grew strange after that, as all dreams do. The beach shifted to a lake, and the water began to freeze. The woman complained of the cold, and began to turn blue. The man panicked, and tried to wrap her in warm things, but her body grew stiff, tears freezing on her cheeks. The man seemed unaffected by the cold, but his heart was obviously afflicted.
Deidre woke with a start, sitting up so quickly she almost hit her head. Looking around, she saw that her blanket had fallen on the floor. That must have been the source of the strange dream, she reasoned. Hopping off of the bed, Deedee grabbed the blanket and tossed it onto the bed before climbing up once more. Rhonda was unmoved by the whole affair, it seemed, and hadn’t so much as stirred in her sleep.
When the lights turned on in the morning, Deidre found herself once again pleased to know that a meal would be coming. At breakfast she also learned that she was selected for one of the work details. Laundry. Because she was in prison, she wouldn’t get a traditional yellow garment to represent the field, but there was a yellow band that they affixed to her wrist. They also updated her file to give her permission to report for her duties at select times. Of course, her blood would be checked there to ensure that it was she who arrived in the laundry rooms, rather than someone else. With the bracelet and the blood check, it was difficult to fool the system, and Deedee didn’t know of anyone who had. She didn’t particularly care about any of that, though. She applied for work because it was heavily recommended to her that she make an effort here, that she take some time to give back to the community, and it would get her out of her cell a few extra hours a day.
Her laundry shift would be between breakfast and lunch this week, though next week it would likely shift to the morning before breakfast. In either case, her meal allotment shifted accordingly. Now that she was expected to be on her feet more, she had a slightly higher calorie diet, along with a new shake-like liquid along with the main course. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it didn’t taste awful, which was good. Penny joined them again at breakfast, and was already sitting with Rhonda and Lola by the time Deedee joined them, her new yellow wristband making a bold statement on her plain white clothing.
Oooo I really shouldn't join another game, but I do love Eclipse Phase. I don't have all the books, but I have a few and have played probably too much. For now I will just follow along, but I hope to be able to join!
My computer has decided to have a critical error again, so my next post is currently in limbo... will re-write if I have to, but my husband might be able to recover it. Bah this new computer is taking way too long to get here.
Update: We got it up again, and this time I uploaded my background posts to my drive account, so no more missing chunks of it! YAY.
Update: We got it up again, and this time I uploaded my background posts to my drive account, so no more missing chunks of it! YAY.
So the actually hard drive will be a couple more days--probably some time next week. But my husband managed to make my computer function once more for the most part. So I got a post in! yay!!!
Also, I realize that Rhonda's story is different from previously suggested. There is a reason, apart from her compulsive lying. It may or may not come out in time. It depends on how long I have to continue to these people's plots. And I promise that Deedee's story will come out as well. Hope I'm not too boring!
Also, I realize that Rhonda's story is different from previously suggested. There is a reason, apart from her compulsive lying. It may or may not come out in time. It depends on how long I have to continue to these people's plots. And I promise that Deedee's story will come out as well. Hope I'm not too boring!
Rhonda’s story had grown more outrageous than the first time Deidre had heard it. “It started when I went to the lotto station. I was going to get my ticket—I play the mega lotto jackpot like it’s no-one’s business, and the idiot behind the counter printed out the wrong ticket. I wanted the numbers 08-16-29-3B for my birthday and old apartment number.” She glanced over towards Deidre, wondering if the young girl was going to call bullshit on the age that the woman had labeled herself. She sure as hell wasn’t 29, and last time she told the story, it had been a bit outlandish to suggest that she was in her mid 30’s.
Deedee didn’t care if Rhonda wanted to make herself sound more youthful, though, and merely nodded her head slightly to show that she was still listening. “…So here I am, walking out of the station with two tickets in hand, when this car comes flying by. One of my tickets is ripped from my hand, and goes flying across the street. I look both ways, being the conscientious citizen I am, and then make my way across the road to get my ticket. Because… Of course, the one that flew out of my hand was the one I had actually wanted to buy when I went in the blasted place. Anyway, there is a light nearby so the traffic is stopped anyway. I am just a few steps away when a car pulls up and blocks it completely. Now, I am a pretty even-tempered person,” –she said this flinging her fork in the air, and sending a small bit of food out in another direction. Deedee followed the piece of mashed potato and then looked back to her roommate, chuckling quietly to herself at the prospect of her roommate being anything like even-tempered.
“But even I had grown a little frustrated at the fact that the…thick-striped potbelly simply HAD to get a couple inches closer to the red light.” She let out an exasperated sigh and took a sip of the drink in front of her. The younger one, Penny, looked utterly confused, as did Lola. This story was…completely different from some of the other ones they had heard from Rhonda before. Perhaps she was simply arrested for being a compulsive liar…
“How did you know the driver was thickly striped?” Penny asked, speaking up. Rhonda’s death glare sufficiently shut her up, however, and the not-29-year-old continued. Her story went on, such that she asked the driver very politely if the vehicle could move so that she could get her ticket. And according to this version, the driver screamed at her and called her a useless blank slate. It was a rather harsh insult, and Rhonda went so far as to whisper when it came time to translate the man’s words. Lola raised one eyebrow skeptically, but Rhonda’s were threatening to escape her head entirely. She nodded solemnly, as if it pained her to cast the higher-tiered man in such a negative light.
“I don’t know what compelled him to speak such harsh words, I really cannot say. I began to back away from the driver’s side of the car, when my foot slipped a bit in a puddle. I reached out to steady myself so I didn’t fall, and my hand must have grazed the wax coating on his custom-painted vehicle. And that man…simply lost his mind. He pulled out a crowbar, and started chasing me around his car. In trying to strike me, he hit his own car over and over again.”
“Where did he get the crowbar, Rhonda?” Deedee hadn’t meant to interrupt, but even she was perplexed by all this. The rest of the table was as well, silent in suspense/disbelief/a little of both.
Rhonda turned to Deedee with a slightly condescending gaze, as if to say that Deirdre simply wasn’t grown-up enough to understand these things. “You don’t keep a crowbar in the driver’s side of your car?” She asked.
Deidre’s eyes narrowed a little, having a difficult time gauging how serious her roommate was. “No… I don’t believe that I did…” She said slowly.
“Well you should have, considering what you were doing before you were arrested.” She scoffed.
Deidre opened her mouth to respond, meanwhile Rhonda opened her mouth to continue her never-ending story. Neither of them were able to speak, however, because a loud beeping sound let everyone know that the time for dinner was over, and they were to return to their rooms. “Guess we will have to finish this…next time. Gives you something to look forward to, hun.” She tapped Penny on the cheek and then hopped up, making her way over to the exit for people heading back to cell block C. Deidre shrugged slightly before turning to join her roommate. No point in upsetting the thick-stripes here by being slow to return… especially if she wanted to keep some of the few privileges she had here.
Deedee didn’t care if Rhonda wanted to make herself sound more youthful, though, and merely nodded her head slightly to show that she was still listening. “…So here I am, walking out of the station with two tickets in hand, when this car comes flying by. One of my tickets is ripped from my hand, and goes flying across the street. I look both ways, being the conscientious citizen I am, and then make my way across the road to get my ticket. Because… Of course, the one that flew out of my hand was the one I had actually wanted to buy when I went in the blasted place. Anyway, there is a light nearby so the traffic is stopped anyway. I am just a few steps away when a car pulls up and blocks it completely. Now, I am a pretty even-tempered person,” –she said this flinging her fork in the air, and sending a small bit of food out in another direction. Deedee followed the piece of mashed potato and then looked back to her roommate, chuckling quietly to herself at the prospect of her roommate being anything like even-tempered.
“But even I had grown a little frustrated at the fact that the…thick-striped potbelly simply HAD to get a couple inches closer to the red light.” She let out an exasperated sigh and took a sip of the drink in front of her. The younger one, Penny, looked utterly confused, as did Lola. This story was…completely different from some of the other ones they had heard from Rhonda before. Perhaps she was simply arrested for being a compulsive liar…
“How did you know the driver was thickly striped?” Penny asked, speaking up. Rhonda’s death glare sufficiently shut her up, however, and the not-29-year-old continued. Her story went on, such that she asked the driver very politely if the vehicle could move so that she could get her ticket. And according to this version, the driver screamed at her and called her a useless blank slate. It was a rather harsh insult, and Rhonda went so far as to whisper when it came time to translate the man’s words. Lola raised one eyebrow skeptically, but Rhonda’s were threatening to escape her head entirely. She nodded solemnly, as if it pained her to cast the higher-tiered man in such a negative light.
“I don’t know what compelled him to speak such harsh words, I really cannot say. I began to back away from the driver’s side of the car, when my foot slipped a bit in a puddle. I reached out to steady myself so I didn’t fall, and my hand must have grazed the wax coating on his custom-painted vehicle. And that man…simply lost his mind. He pulled out a crowbar, and started chasing me around his car. In trying to strike me, he hit his own car over and over again.”
“Where did he get the crowbar, Rhonda?” Deedee hadn’t meant to interrupt, but even she was perplexed by all this. The rest of the table was as well, silent in suspense/disbelief/a little of both.
Rhonda turned to Deedee with a slightly condescending gaze, as if to say that Deirdre simply wasn’t grown-up enough to understand these things. “You don’t keep a crowbar in the driver’s side of your car?” She asked.
Deidre’s eyes narrowed a little, having a difficult time gauging how serious her roommate was. “No… I don’t believe that I did…” She said slowly.
“Well you should have, considering what you were doing before you were arrested.” She scoffed.
Deidre opened her mouth to respond, meanwhile Rhonda opened her mouth to continue her never-ending story. Neither of them were able to speak, however, because a loud beeping sound let everyone know that the time for dinner was over, and they were to return to their rooms. “Guess we will have to finish this…next time. Gives you something to look forward to, hun.” She tapped Penny on the cheek and then hopped up, making her way over to the exit for people heading back to cell block C. Deidre shrugged slightly before turning to join her roommate. No point in upsetting the thick-stripes here by being slow to return… especially if she wanted to keep some of the few privileges she had here.
@Carantathraiel I miss you too!!! I will have a new computer Thursday night, but I might be able to post sooner. We got my current computer running (ish) for now. It is just very slow.
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