Rogerette
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Post by Rogerette on Dec 15, 2006 4:09:56 GMT -5
Sarah rose quietly from her bed, standing neatly on bare feet, cold against the bare floor. The sensation did not bother her, the cold was not so much as would cause pain. She folded the blanket neatly and sat it on her bed.
The slim-figured blonde stretched her arms upwards, then across her body. Knees bent, then straight. She slid into a thigh-stretch, continuing the familiar rhythm of stretches until her whole body warmed, ready for the exercise she was about to subject it.
Calculating green eyes gazed at unseen opponents as she launched into a basic melee kata hands chopping in precise movements, muscle definition showing with the force she delivered her blows. Feet slid, seemingly of their own accord, playing out something she had been taught many years before but retained for the purpose of efficiency.
One kata followed another, until she was a blur of movement, a flicker of a feigned knife-throw there, a solid chop there, until she was satisfied that she was in good condition today. She headed to the bathroom, feet padding softly along the plain white linoleum, and picked up her morning dose.
The needle shot into her neck as it had done so many times before, she replaced the applier into its drawer along with her doses for that day, ready to pick up when her superior informed her of the day's schedule.
Breakfast: cold, lifeless granulated cereal, a nutrition suppliment for the day ahead. She included her ordinary stack of pills, vitamin supplements and mineral pills. She sat stiffly at the table, perfect posture.
Sarah stood, and headed to take a shower.
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Post by Rogerette on Dec 16, 2006 0:26:35 GMT -5
She emerged from the bathroom dressed in the black coveralls that were her uniform. The material was light and flexible, but thick enough to offer some protection. She stopped outside the door and sat on the small block that allowed her to pull on her boots, tying the laces tight and secure, then pulling the trouser hems down over the thick leather.
She moved into her bedroom, picked up the neatly completed and stacked paperwork from the previous week to drop into EC-10 before she was assigned to her new clerics today. She wondered briefly how experienced they would be and what their specialties would be before discarding the thoughts: those above her would see to it that the clerics were compatible with her squad and complimented with their skills, providing such clerics were available.
She stopped in the corridor leading to the front door, picking up her leather coat, which she wrapped carefully around herself and did the buttons up. She pulled the leather gloves from a pocket, slipping them on. This was how she was most comfortable: ready for combat. She pulled the case containing her rifle from the cabinet beside her, scooping it up with her helmet, which she tucked under one arm. She reached down for her file of paperwork and headed out the front door and onto the pavement.
A white public transport car waited there as it always did: now that there were so few enforcers of the tetragrammaton, she was an important person and granted personal transport every morning. She opened the back door first, unloading her armful, then slid into the vehicle's front seat, throwing an arbitrary greeting at the driver and staring straight ahead.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 9, 2008 22:55:13 GMT -5
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