A Girl Named Weiss
The soft buzz of the alarm clock pulled the young woman from her slumber. She shifted slightly under her silk blankets, running her fingers over the surface of the warm mass she was sleeping against. She didn't want to get up.
After a few minutes the buzzing got louder, "fine," she puffed. The white-haired girl sat up, receiving a swift poke in the side from something. She rummaged around under her sheets in a dazed stupor for a minute before she found it. The romance novel she had fallen asleep reading. She leaned over her bed-mate and tossed it into the pile with all the rest, it was getting quite large at this point.
"Time to get up, love." Weiss smiled lightly and leaned over the warm partner, placing a soft kiss to it. "I'll see you tonight," she whispered. It didn't respond, of course, it never did. Body pillows can't talk.
Weiss swung her legs off the side of the bed, recoiling slightly at the cold air brushing the bare legs beneath her nightgown. She yawned and stretched, feeling a familiar pat placed on her thigh. Looking down she was greeted with a soft morning "meow," from her roommate. "Good morning, Patches," she smiled at the fluffy calico cat. Patches purred and began to knead the spot on her thigh. Weiss sat for a moment petting her only friend.
"You love me, right Patches?" The cat mewed then hopped down off the bed, making her way to her food bowl, "Meow." Weiss sighed and stood up, putting some dry cat food in the small dish, "Well at least I matter to you."
The coffee pot was already pouring her first cup, she took the pink mug and began to sip on the warm black liquid it contained. She sat down at her vanity and looked at herself in the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes, a bit of a droop to her posture and some serious bed-head. The snow-angel placed the mug down and picked up her pastel blue detangling brush and got to work. She took great care, gently pulling each knot out with tender and practiced precision. Once all of her silky white hair was straight she nodded at her own reflection. Her hair was about the only thing she thought was pretty about herself.
Weiss stood up and moved to her closet, she actually rather enjoyed her one-room apartment, ignoring the fact that it was inside a prison, it was quite cozy. She set out two outfits on the bed, one her uniform and the other a much more casual outfit, some might call it girlie. Picking up the more feminine of the two she pulled off her nightgown and began to dress.
She started with the underwear, donning the frilly blue bra and pulling up the matching panties, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror. "Welcome home my love, do you want a shower, dinner… or me?" She rehearsed her 'sexy posture' and smirk. Yeah, that's how I'd greet my girlfriend. She nodded in satisfaction and started with the rest, putting on the cute white v-neck, it had a floral design sewn into the front in thin pink threads. She took a moment to look at herself in a shirt and panties but no pants. Lazy Sundays where we'd sit around and watch scary movies. She put on the matching pair of white khakis with a small smile, twirling around and thoroughly enjoying how she looked.
She sat down at her vanity again and pulled out her makeup drawer, taking out all that she would need. She worked for a while, applying mascara, fluttering her eyes at the mirror. Applying an even coating of a soft pastel blue lip gloss and making various kissing faces at her reflection. Covering her pale skin in a soft foundation, applying a copious amount to the area around her scar. She stood up and looked at the full package. The makeup, the clothes, her hair all brushed and straightened.
Then a knock came at the door. "It's almost five thirty," rang the strong, however strangely caring, voice of the vice-warden. "Right… I'll be out in a minute, Winter," Weiss replied. She waited until she heard Winter's boots clicking away from the door before she sat back down. She let out a long sigh and took out her facial cleansing wipes and got to work. She removed the eye makeup and the lipstick, then scrubbed off all the foundation. She looked up at her now bare face and frowned, ugly. She stood up and undressed, then put on her uniform, the baggy cargo pants, the army fatigue shirt that screamed "frigid" and bulletproof vest, ugly. Finally, she took her beautiful straight hair and forced it into a ponytail before shoving it under her ballcap. She avoided her reflection now, putting on her belt and flipping on her radio. She glanced over her daily report, oh yeah, today is my first day with a new assistant. She put on her aviators, popped a piece of gum into her mouth and stepped out of her room.
Out here she wasn't Weiss though.
Out here she was The Captain.
