No answers for reviews because I'm lazy and it takes too much time.
And I know I was being rude. I'm sorry but I'm just a very rude, bitchy person by nature, and I'm sorry I kinda snapped at you. And I know you were just trying to be helpful with the five-step-mary-sue elimination program™. It's just kinda…weird.
And now for a nice EXPOSITION CHAPTER! pose
And sorry for taking a freakin' month to get this up. Shit happens.
Elizabeth sang to herself in her head. She had been doing this for the better part of what she estimated to be a few hours to ward off the pounding headache. Her mouth refused to obey her commands and something heavy had been placed over her eyes. The only noises she could hear was a stuttering, reedy voice and what sounded like the random sounds of technology.
'Cus oscar meyer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A. She sighed and took in a few deep breaths as the reedy voice ranted about something, it sounded like he was…stuttering almost. Oh, well. 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall…
5 bottles of beer on the wall, 5 bottles of beer, take one down, pass it- She heard a door open. –around… She couldn't help but give a little spastic twitch as she heard the voice she was starting to know by heart. Commander fuckface, as she had taken to calling him.
#G-AH!# The reedy voice whimpered. #What a-a-are you doing here already!#
#Have you found out anything about her yet?# Elizabeth grimaced, she could tell he was an ass, but it sounded like the reedy voice was about to wet himself.
#N-n-no! All I've got are s-some tests. B-but I don't know if this is usual for-for…#
#OUT WITH IT!#
#Her species.#
I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wo-orld, made of plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhe-ere…Elizabeth started up her singing again, trying to block out a brief image that flashed in her head.
#….what?#
#Th-the tests I ran show that she's defiantly n-not econian! She's similar b-but very different! Espec-c-cially with e-e-co. # She felt a gloved, shaking hand pick up her arm. Her good arm. It occurred to her that her other arm felt…odd.
#Is that green eco?#
#Y-yes. Ap-parently her body c-can't absorb eco…so it just sticks to h-her!# As her arm was dropped back onto the cot she was on, she grunted and grimaced. A direct shot to the funny bone, or as most know it, the humorous. #Sh-she's awake!#
No fucking shit, Sherlock. She heard pacing before Erol barked out an order.
#Uncover her eyes!#
#But th-the left one shouldn't be moving!#
#Now!# The heavy, damp cloth on her eyes was lifted and she opened her eye. Singular; eye. Her left eye flicked across their faces and she winced. Bright lightsow. Her right eye refused to open, and the worst part was knowing exactly why.
"Mnnnr…" She moaned, trying to work her vocal cords. With little success, sadly.
#Huh…so she'll have to heal the long way, then.#
#Y-yes.# She looked at the guy with the reedy voice and immediately decided she liked him. He was simultaneously scrawny with a small potbelly and looked like he should seriously start drinking decaf. Like many of her friends back home, he had the explosively volatile mix of genius and neurotic, interesting character. She narrowed her eye at Erol who coldly stared back.
#Still defiant to the last, eh?# She worked her jaw for a second than stuck out her tongue at him. Frightened, yes. Pissing-in-her-pants-frightened? Yes. But pissed off and slightly delirious? Double yes. In the time it took to blink he had given her a full-force slap across the face. Pain ricocheted through her skull and neck and she yelped. Walking swiftly out he called over his back. #If she changes, you know my frequency.#
"MOTHER-FUCKER!" She shouted, glad to have the use of her mouth back but not that thrilled about the pain.
#C-c-calm down!# The reedy-voiced guy looked at her nervously. She laid still and stared at him. #I-I'm Vin.# He pointed to himself. She blinked and attempted to cock her head to the side, though the brace held it straight. He frowned.
"It's like that lame movie. Lost in Translation." She muttered, blinking to try and clear some spots form her eyes. Vin pointed to himself and repeated.
#Vin.# She blinked, than smiled.
"Oh, I get it!" She moved her good arm to point at herself. "Liz. Hi Vin." She waved. He waved back.
#H-hi, Liz.#
"Wow, he certainly did a number on me…" She muttered, looking down at herself. Her good arm was covered in bruises and her right arm was in a heavy, full-arm cast hung in a sling. Her ankles appeared to both be sprained or broken (she couldn't rightfully tell) and her legs were similarly covered in bruises. She wiggled her toes and stared, the 'knuckles' of her feet were a sickly violet-blue from kicking. She couldn't see her abdomen from her position, but she could feel something like tight binding and bruises, probably from broken ribs. She winced.
#A-are you feeling okay? Do you w-want some water?# Vin stuttered and she blinked at him. He mimed drinking a glass of water. She nodded. He hurried off somewhere outside her view, leaving her to feel her face with her free hand. She could feel a tender spot all along her jawline, and a new bump on the bridge of her nose, and the welting bruise had grown to cover part of her face, including her eye which had swollen shut. She sighed and took her hand away.
#H-here.# She looked over at Vin, who held out a small cup of water. She carefully grabbed it and slowly sat up, letting her legs move over the side of the cot, wincing as her torso shrieked in agony. Taking a small sip, she looked around, Vin placed a chair under her feet and she coughed lightly. Vin went back to the controls of the strange computer-room as they shrilled out something.
And I thought I was nervous… She wondered, staring at him with a small smile. First friend in this hellhole, gotta be worth something.
Yeah, I know it's short. Now I'm gonna go…I dunno…waste more time…
I don't reply to review and I seldom read them now, so…toodles! Read more! I'll try to have the next chapter up in less than two months!
