Here goes with another chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own this, blah blah blah, don't sue me please, blah blah...
'...this means thoughts...'
Project Athena: Chapter VII- Exploration
Half of the little room was occupied by the bed, which was built into the wall and had storage space underneath. She slipped out the door, wincing as it creaked a bit. She immediately discovered that it is fairly impossible to tiptoe in boots.
'...damn...too loud...I'd better take them off...'
She stowed them behind a few pipes, making sure she didn't mess anything up in the process, and proceeded silently down the corridor, which was lined with doors just like hers.
'...where the hell am I?...'
She turned around when she got to the end and took a good look at where her room was.
'...fifth on the left...'
Once she was sure she knew which was hers, she turned and stealthily climbed a ladder, which she assumed led to the next level up. Glancing down to the level below where she'd started, she saw a person and winced, but the person was too engrossed in what they were doing to notice.
'...darn it...hope they don't notice me...what're they doing, anyway?...'
Once she was certainthat the person wouldn't notice her, she peered down at their work with interest. A panel had been removed from the wall in front of the person and wires spilled out like entrails, reminding Silver unpleasantly of the frog she'd dissected in bio lab last year. The person was wrapping frayed wires in tape.
'...eurgh...shut up, Silver- it's not a frog, just a bunch of wires...'
She proceeded to the next level, and stared. There was more arcane equipment here than she'd ever seen in one place.
'...well, maybe...but don't forget that field trip in sixth grade... Silver!...shut up!...'
She stalked around the room, examining it all. The chairs reminded her a bit too much of the dentist, but otherwise, she was happy. She examined piece after piece of strange machinery, and she found the founding plate, which proclaimed in slightly rusty letters that she was on the hovercraft Cassiopeia, built in the year 2100 ('...that's impossible...it's 2003, for crying out loud!...) She was just taking a look at the bank of screens and wiring with endless program code ('...or something...') cascading down them when someone shouted "The new girl is gone!"
'...dammit.'
As the echoes died away, Silver ducked behind a cluster of vertical pipes and crouched behind some sort of machine. She discovered that if she peeked around the pipes, she had a good view of the ladder, but anyone in the vicinity of the ladder probably couldn't see her.
'...shit...I don't think I'm supposed to be on this level...much less on this level sitting in the middle of the equipment...dammit...think of some kind of excuse, quick!...'
She crouched lower, and in doing so caught a glimpse of her fuzzy reflection in a bit of the machine's housing, which was evidently relatively new. What she saw shocked her.
'...that's me?...'
She was much skinnier than she had been, and her hair was almost entirely gone. She winced- she'd liked her long hair. She'd known that it was mostly gone, but she'd had no idea it was this short. She ran her hands over her head and found that her neck was sore not from sleeping at the wrong angle, but from another plug, much larger that the others.
'...damn...ow...I look really stupid...'
Before she could continue, the person she'd seen earlier ran past (making, in Silver's opinion, an inordinately large amount of noise) and skidded to a halt a few feet away from the ladder. Someone else, sporting lots of long, black hair, came up the ladder, scrambling onto the floor to make way for two people on their way down the same ladder. Silver sighed enviously.
'...they all have hair...damn, I'm jealous...'
"Really, Lynx, must you wake the dead with your stomping around?" inquired the second person.
"Pheniks, I just went to check on her, and she wasn't there!" Lynx explained, not bothering to answer Pheniks' question.
"Calm down, Lynx," admonished Pheniks.
"She can't have gone far," added a disembodied voice. A moment later, the source of the voice came up the ladder.
"Good point, Cougar," remarked one of the other two people, who Silver recognized as the ones who'd had all the needles. She winced at the memory.
'...I can't hide forever...I guess I might as well quit cowering behind here before they turn the place upside down looking for me or send out a search party or something...here goes nothing...'
She took a deep breath and stood up. "I agree. You do have a good point there," she informed the person called Cougar. Everyone stared at her as though she'd dropped out of the sky. ***
Lyrrik: Whee! Another chapter! *does the chicken dance* I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so-
Shut it, Lyrrik. It's 6:45 AM on a Friday. I got up early to finish this chapter, but nobody else wants to wake up right now.
Lyrrik: *continues doing chicken dance silently*
Much better.
Disclaimer: I don't own this, blah blah blah, don't sue me please, blah blah...
'...this means thoughts...'
Project Athena: Chapter VII- Exploration
Half of the little room was occupied by the bed, which was built into the wall and had storage space underneath. She slipped out the door, wincing as it creaked a bit. She immediately discovered that it is fairly impossible to tiptoe in boots.
'...damn...too loud...I'd better take them off...'
She stowed them behind a few pipes, making sure she didn't mess anything up in the process, and proceeded silently down the corridor, which was lined with doors just like hers.
'...where the hell am I?...'
She turned around when she got to the end and took a good look at where her room was.
'...fifth on the left...'
Once she was sure she knew which was hers, she turned and stealthily climbed a ladder, which she assumed led to the next level up. Glancing down to the level below where she'd started, she saw a person and winced, but the person was too engrossed in what they were doing to notice.
'...darn it...hope they don't notice me...what're they doing, anyway?...'
Once she was certainthat the person wouldn't notice her, she peered down at their work with interest. A panel had been removed from the wall in front of the person and wires spilled out like entrails, reminding Silver unpleasantly of the frog she'd dissected in bio lab last year. The person was wrapping frayed wires in tape.
'...eurgh...shut up, Silver- it's not a frog, just a bunch of wires...'
She proceeded to the next level, and stared. There was more arcane equipment here than she'd ever seen in one place.
'...well, maybe...but don't forget that field trip in sixth grade... Silver!...shut up!...'
She stalked around the room, examining it all. The chairs reminded her a bit too much of the dentist, but otherwise, she was happy. She examined piece after piece of strange machinery, and she found the founding plate, which proclaimed in slightly rusty letters that she was on the hovercraft Cassiopeia, built in the year 2100 ('...that's impossible...it's 2003, for crying out loud!...) She was just taking a look at the bank of screens and wiring with endless program code ('...or something...') cascading down them when someone shouted "The new girl is gone!"
'...dammit.'
As the echoes died away, Silver ducked behind a cluster of vertical pipes and crouched behind some sort of machine. She discovered that if she peeked around the pipes, she had a good view of the ladder, but anyone in the vicinity of the ladder probably couldn't see her.
'...shit...I don't think I'm supposed to be on this level...much less on this level sitting in the middle of the equipment...dammit...think of some kind of excuse, quick!...'
She crouched lower, and in doing so caught a glimpse of her fuzzy reflection in a bit of the machine's housing, which was evidently relatively new. What she saw shocked her.
'...that's me?...'
She was much skinnier than she had been, and her hair was almost entirely gone. She winced- she'd liked her long hair. She'd known that it was mostly gone, but she'd had no idea it was this short. She ran her hands over her head and found that her neck was sore not from sleeping at the wrong angle, but from another plug, much larger that the others.
'...damn...ow...I look really stupid...'
Before she could continue, the person she'd seen earlier ran past (making, in Silver's opinion, an inordinately large amount of noise) and skidded to a halt a few feet away from the ladder. Someone else, sporting lots of long, black hair, came up the ladder, scrambling onto the floor to make way for two people on their way down the same ladder. Silver sighed enviously.
'...they all have hair...damn, I'm jealous...'
"Really, Lynx, must you wake the dead with your stomping around?" inquired the second person.
"Pheniks, I just went to check on her, and she wasn't there!" Lynx explained, not bothering to answer Pheniks' question.
"Calm down, Lynx," admonished Pheniks.
"She can't have gone far," added a disembodied voice. A moment later, the source of the voice came up the ladder.
"Good point, Cougar," remarked one of the other two people, who Silver recognized as the ones who'd had all the needles. She winced at the memory.
'...I can't hide forever...I guess I might as well quit cowering behind here before they turn the place upside down looking for me or send out a search party or something...here goes nothing...'
She took a deep breath and stood up. "I agree. You do have a good point there," she informed the person called Cougar. Everyone stared at her as though she'd dropped out of the sky. ***
Lyrrik: Whee! Another chapter! *does the chicken dance* I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so-
Shut it, Lyrrik. It's 6:45 AM on a Friday. I got up early to finish this chapter, but nobody else wants to wake up right now.
Lyrrik: *continues doing chicken dance silently*
Much better.