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Giovanna

The water running over my head, which I knew was supposed to be cold, had suddenly felt like a warm, steaming, embrace, in the abruptly nostalgic side of my mind. I didn't have memories. Yet sometimes this great feeling of deja vu hit me and rushed over in great waves. I remembered him. I could remember the way he felt, and how good it felt when he had his hands on me. I could feel his warm body against mine, pushing me up against the cold shower wall. But what I couldn't remember was...if it had felt so good, why had I broken him down and torn him apart...why had I destroyed him? I couldn't pin down the details. But I knew that among all the feelings attached to these memories, I didn't find any memory of regret. I only felt my current confusion.

As I tried to dissect the distant and vague memories resting upon me like a veil of shadows, I was torn from them just as suddenly as they had came over me, they disappeared completely. Probably never to return. Our commander's voice boomed over the intercom and echoed especially in the showers. The voice of god. I thought, quite dramatically. She was calling us all to the mess hall for supper, so I stepped out of the shower and made my way to the door. My mind felt clouded now, and I had a general feeling of disgust with everyone and everything. What a horrible way to finish a shower. I hadn't bothered to towel off, or even acknowledge any of the comings and goings around me. I simply grabbed my robe on the way out, wrapped myself up, and headed back to my room.

I would have been content to sit in my own space quietly while everyone else shoveled grub into their faces, but I was sure that if I hid here in my room, the commander would either send someone after me, or else personally drag my ass down the hall. So I pulled on my leathers and headed to the mess hall. On my way, it sounded like there was some racket going on behind me, which only served to add a bit more dread and disdain for humanity to my already sour mood. Some drunken bastard was wandering the halls and talking to himself, and for just a moment I stopped and turned around, gently caressing the handle of the lean black dagger on my hip...thinking I should probably just go slit his throat and save us all some trouble. I pictured the puddle of ruby red blood on the floor and I smiled a bit, but finally decided to turn and continue on my way. Lay low, and they'll all leave you the fuck alone.

I sat down at a table near the edge of the room, just in time to witness the stupidity. As the drunken bastard made his grand entrance, I simply watched everyone's reactions curiously. Once he had passed out on the foor, some chick jumped up and started snagging all of the "contaminated" glasses. I frowned and glared her way as I snatched up the nearest glass and chugged the contents, just before she was able to confiscate it. Honestly whatever the hell that combination had turned out to be tasted like shit, but I really needed something to take the edge off, and it had at least tasted strongly of alcohol.

Half-Rations for us and a pissed off commander...I wasn't used to being on this side of things. I took my half-bowl of slop and sat down, not touching it, as I scanned the room and tried to decide who I wanted on my good side. Honestly right now I'd be happy to set the whole place on fire and burn down with it. But I decided it wasn't worth my effort. I chuckled at the way my crankieness mixed with my lack of motivation. You're so full of shit.
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