Something i started over a year ago. Hope you like, and give feedback
(like, don't like, etc.); everything (is supposed to) fit(s) together, so
ch.1 will make sense. Eventually. =^_^=
DarkFlame136
One
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I turned over groggily towards the sound. Seconds passed without event. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, burying myself under the sheets. Sadly, the silence did not last long.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Artemis! Unless you're dead, answer me!"
'One of us is going to die if you don't give it a rest' I thought with a yawn while digging myself out from my shelter. I got out of bed to open the door (and his skull while I was at it)--
--and tripped over the sheets. I had not realized how entangled my legs were in them until I was pitched forward with my arms flailing. Something told me Dilandau wasn't going to be the only person in my face; that loud 'thud!' I made from colliding with the floor must have been heard TWO floors below mine.
"Shit, it's too early." I groaned.
"You've only slept for half the day."
I sat up, fully awake and slightly peeved. "How--?"
He rolled his eyes. "I have the code to almost every room on this ship, remember?"
"Well, la-de-fucking da!" I sneered, making a face. I absolutely detested people waking me up! And I still do, for that matter, because I'm not a morning person. Any time before three pm on an off-day is when you need to avoid me: I'm either:
A.) asleep B.) wishing I was asleep or C.) extremely cranky
At that time, I was both b and c.
I was also extremely reckless, since I don't give a damn when I'm really tired and riding on three or so hours of sleep, give or take.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only person who was in a fowl mood. Noticing the look of rage on the face of the youth in front of me, I commented, " 'looks like you're not a morning person, either."
He calmed down. A little. "Some of us get up before noon. Did you finish those calculations yet?"
I began untangling myself. "A few hours ago. They're on a disk; I'm assuming it's compatible. If not, I'll work with it, or let Count Dracula tinker with it a bit. Whatever."
Surprisingly, he smiled. "How many names do you have for Folken? Wait- -you said you finished a few hours ago."
"Dilandau, you know once I get my hands on something like that I don't quit until I'm finished or stark raving mad," I stood up and threw the sheets back on the bed, unceremoniously throwing myself in the same direction. "It's all on the blue one on the table; I'm done with the folder, too. What are you staring at?"
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that red flush on his face was from embarrassment and not too much morning wine. Too bad I don't. I sighed. "Like you've never seen a chick in a strap top and pants."
He walked over to the table to collect the data, not saying anything until he was ready to leave. Finally:
"You can do what you like until dinner. Then you're back on my schedule."
"Fine. By the way.why did YOU come bug me instead of one of your lackeys?"
"I don't know what you did last time, but Miguel refuses to go anywhere near you before you wake up, and he somehow managed to convince everyone else of the same."
I laughed. "Oops. I said I was sorry! Besides, I would not have grabbed him if he didn't hold my nose shut!"
"He claimed you tried to strangle him."
"I suppose I grabbed his throat."
"Autumn.just.try to be on time. No excuses."
I threw one of the smaller pillows at him. "Just get out so I can go back to sleep. I'll even change for once for the sake of formality."
He caught the pillow. "You'll have to. You're coming along with the rest of us to pick up a few things."
"Oh." Actually, it was more of a grunt; I had already made myself comfortable. In fact, I was almost back in dreamland.only to be jerked back to reality with a blow to the head. "Are you even listening?!"
"What the hell is your problem this time?" I shot up, ready for a fight if it came.
Dilandau's eyes flashed. However, instead of exploding, he just growled and left. Fine with me; he was NOT the only one around here with a bad temper, and they just replaced the set of windows in the dining hall that got blasted out the other day.
If I were him, I'd be afraid of me, too.
One
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I turned over groggily towards the sound. Seconds passed without event. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, burying myself under the sheets. Sadly, the silence did not last long.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "Artemis! Unless you're dead, answer me!"
'One of us is going to die if you don't give it a rest' I thought with a yawn while digging myself out from my shelter. I got out of bed to open the door (and his skull while I was at it)--
--and tripped over the sheets. I had not realized how entangled my legs were in them until I was pitched forward with my arms flailing. Something told me Dilandau wasn't going to be the only person in my face; that loud 'thud!' I made from colliding with the floor must have been heard TWO floors below mine.
"Shit, it's too early." I groaned.
"You've only slept for half the day."
I sat up, fully awake and slightly peeved. "How--?"
He rolled his eyes. "I have the code to almost every room on this ship, remember?"
"Well, la-de-fucking da!" I sneered, making a face. I absolutely detested people waking me up! And I still do, for that matter, because I'm not a morning person. Any time before three pm on an off-day is when you need to avoid me: I'm either:
A.) asleep B.) wishing I was asleep or C.) extremely cranky
At that time, I was both b and c.
I was also extremely reckless, since I don't give a damn when I'm really tired and riding on three or so hours of sleep, give or take.
Unfortunately, I wasn't the only person who was in a fowl mood. Noticing the look of rage on the face of the youth in front of me, I commented, " 'looks like you're not a morning person, either."
He calmed down. A little. "Some of us get up before noon. Did you finish those calculations yet?"
I began untangling myself. "A few hours ago. They're on a disk; I'm assuming it's compatible. If not, I'll work with it, or let Count Dracula tinker with it a bit. Whatever."
Surprisingly, he smiled. "How many names do you have for Folken? Wait- -you said you finished a few hours ago."
"Dilandau, you know once I get my hands on something like that I don't quit until I'm finished or stark raving mad," I stood up and threw the sheets back on the bed, unceremoniously throwing myself in the same direction. "It's all on the blue one on the table; I'm done with the folder, too. What are you staring at?"
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that red flush on his face was from embarrassment and not too much morning wine. Too bad I don't. I sighed. "Like you've never seen a chick in a strap top and pants."
He walked over to the table to collect the data, not saying anything until he was ready to leave. Finally:
"You can do what you like until dinner. Then you're back on my schedule."
"Fine. By the way.why did YOU come bug me instead of one of your lackeys?"
"I don't know what you did last time, but Miguel refuses to go anywhere near you before you wake up, and he somehow managed to convince everyone else of the same."
I laughed. "Oops. I said I was sorry! Besides, I would not have grabbed him if he didn't hold my nose shut!"
"He claimed you tried to strangle him."
"I suppose I grabbed his throat."
"Autumn.just.try to be on time. No excuses."
I threw one of the smaller pillows at him. "Just get out so I can go back to sleep. I'll even change for once for the sake of formality."
He caught the pillow. "You'll have to. You're coming along with the rest of us to pick up a few things."
"Oh." Actually, it was more of a grunt; I had already made myself comfortable. In fact, I was almost back in dreamland.only to be jerked back to reality with a blow to the head. "Are you even listening?!"
"What the hell is your problem this time?" I shot up, ready for a fight if it came.
Dilandau's eyes flashed. However, instead of exploding, he just growled and left. Fine with me; he was NOT the only one around here with a bad temper, and they just replaced the set of windows in the dining hall that got blasted out the other day.
If I were him, I'd be afraid of me, too.