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[suki]

FILLING IN MY OWN GRAVE WITH DIRT

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TILLING IT TO KEEP IT LEVEL
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[/color]here were many things Suki hated about living in a Space Station, the least of which being the lack of decent entertainment. Currently she stood behind a reinforced glass wall, staring at the young children floating around blissfully. She looked as if she were enjoying the scene- her hands were clasped upon her chest, she was giggling sweetly and her face was scrunched up into the most delightful of smiles. However internally Suki wanted to spew her artificial breakfast all over the grey floor. They were just so... Naive and carefree, and it made Suki almost hurt to watch them. One particular child really did remind Suki why she hated her fellow humans so much. The girl was a cute little thing, with shocking blue hair that wafted around her in a halo. She was simply angelic. Indeed, the innocent child was bouncing off the walls quite merrily, taking time to hug each one of her fellow playmates as she passed them. Suki ground her teeth as the girl floated past, waving eagerly at her. A pale hand was lifted and Suki returned the wave with a quick, energetic one of her own, taking the extreme effort to giggle just a little louder. The intercom was on between the two rooms after all, so she needed to do the full act right now. Suki could, with a simple swipe of her hand across the glass surface and its blue projection, switch the communications off, but that would be suspicious so she stilled her trembling fingers.

S[/color]he wasn’t exactly sure how she had been dragged away from her work to play babysitter to these pathetic brats. All Suki did recall was a rather plump lady grabbing her arm, exclaiming how Suki worked too hard blah blah blah and that she really needed a break. And before Suki had opened her mouth to say anything on the contrary she had been shoved into the nursery where twenty youthful eyes had stared her down. Of course she couldn’t have refused once she had seen them- the fake Suki, the image that she had been building up for her whole life, would never have refused such ‘cute’ beings. And so Suki had been following this reckless mob of kids all over the station, trying to keep them out of trouble and out of the morgue (where she desperately wanted to put them).

I[/color]t was days like these that Suki regretted ever having created this goody-girl guise.

T[/color]he girl bounced away, twirling gracefully in the air- just like her mother, the ex-ballerina crone who was way past her sell by date. Suki sneered on the inside- just how many fertility treatments had that woman gone through to have this little horror? A blue icon flashed on the glass, and Suki let a delicate finger draw it across, bringing it up in front of her. Ah, they had spent too much time in the chamber- it was time for a break. Suki pondered leaving them for longer- waiting until their organs were bruised from the lack of gravity- but sighed and pressed another icon on the touch-screen-glass gently. That wouldn’t exactly help her cover now, would it? Suki leaned forward, putting on her best apologetic  smile and angelic voice. “Sorry guys, we have to take a small break.” [/color]A chorus of ‘awws’ filtered through the intercom and Suki clasped her hands together again, shutting her eyes in an remorseful, yet cheerful expression, concealing her disgust aptly. “I really am so sorry! But I promise you can go again soon.”[/color]
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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true] ☂ POKEMON ONLY, KIDDO? PSH! I’LL HAVE YOU BEGGING WITH A SPIRAL STRIP SHOW~~ There were many things Spiral loved about living in a Space Station, the main factor being the consistency of having everyone in a rather enclosed space. It made people easier to find and kept him in a closer knitted community. Sure, he had never lived on Earth but with how big it was he could only imagine trying to find the same woman twice. Courting them would be a sore, scourging around the world just to find her for their second coupling and hoping scoring some action. Of course living in a small organized neighborhood was foreign to him, along with many other olden practices used on Earth; no point in learning about history if you’re living off planet. But the older folks always told glorious fabricated stories of the “good ole’ days” and how much they wanted their children to one day return. Gibber jabber bullshit, live with what you got and enjoy the finer things you have, the main philosophy Spiral lived by during times like these. That answer usually got him a firm hearty smack on the back by his neighbor as the older man would remark on how nice it was to be young. Rather than grimace all he could do was shrug it off before he set off to pick up his neighbor’s daughter, just another errand he did to pay him off for fooling around with his eldest daughter, huehuehue. But he didn’t mind sparing an idle hand to help someone else out. That was his thing, laboring all day for the benefit of others. Why? Simple! To boost his already huge ego of manliness, doing what other people would break their backs trying while looking like a gentleman. That and it made him bode better with his community and help them be more forgiving of his rather odd promiscuity. It was hard to stay mad at someone who crafted and took the burden of delivering all your heavy metals by hand, abandoning the more convenient, but considerably slower way of transferring from a cargo craft. You’d think with all the technology they had at their disposal you could make a decent vehicle for transportation that could carry more than several tons while going faster than a few miles per hour. Oh but the safety! Don’t forget the cost and energy! Blah, blah, blah; meager excuses when some of the elders had descriptively told him of what they had on the surface, something called a truck which was a primitive but more reliable version of their cargo crafts they had today. You’d think that such an inhumane tolerance for working and perseverance made Spiral a smart, disciplined man but he was far from that. Yet his behavior betrayed any facades his work may have given his reputation- that mouth being the bane of his social standing while serving as a gate way to ecstasy… or so he would say, huehuehue. Of course kiddies were the exception since they were such cute little buds, which with time and care would become blossoming flowers which he could sample from; nothing better than tasting the nectar of the flower your friends had worked so hard cultivating, huehuehue. As such Spiral wouldn’t be smacking Suki’s ass when he saw her at the entrance to the Anti-Gravitational Chamber, her diminutive height deceiving his eyes to her actual age. “It’s so nice to see that an adult can leave middle school kids in charge and have them take responsibility for the kiddos,” he mused, patting the poor girl’s head from behind her. Taking a moment to ruffle her hair, another invasive habit of his- y’know aside from getting into your pants, he let out a small smile. His eyes glanced toward the holographic screen before darting to the automatic sliding doors that separated them from the chamber themselves. Honestly, he had never been inside to “have fun” as these kids had. Call it crazy but something about being unable to keep a stable footing on the ground without floating away made Spiral uneasy. Of course that was hypocrisy since Spiral loved fixing things inside, whether it be tearing off a panel of the walls to expose the cables to technicians or hauling something huge inside. It was just a matter of why waste your recreation time floating it away when you could be in bed with a lovely woman. Some people had the weirdest past times… TAGGED psychopathic kiddo~  WORDS 736 NOTES like I could leave an open topic unanswered <3 CREDIT MADE BY EDWARD OF ON THE EDGE