Post by Jenna Wright on Jun 28, 2018 0:52:38 GMT -5
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I'M ALIVE FOR NOW BUT GOOD AS DEAD [break]
0502 words for someone
lmao some lame opening I guess
lmao some lame opening I guess
The night had just started to ebb. A sky of darkness was finally being drawn away, pulled away by a tide of colors of colors from a distant horizon. The sun would soon rise. With it, the mixture of colors would end and the stars would be obscured above a sheet of blues. It was a sight that could have captivated Jenna Wright for hours, but the girl did not have the time for that. While many people would still be asleep, she was not.
A courier did not have that luxury.
There was a loud cha-chink as the vending machine dispensed her can of Pecha soda. “Yeah, I got there on time. You can call the breeder if you want to touch base. All the eggs were delivered safely. No problems.” She was on the phone, trying to finish a job with a client. It was a conversation that should have been saved for a reasonable hour... but this was not a reasonable person.
Jenna dipped down to fetch her can of soda, struggling to listen to the person droning on the other end of the line. “Mhm. I should be in Yoshino next week. I could do it.” There was always a job waiting to be done. Day after day, work would come pouring in. People were eager to pay couriers to do the jobs they couldn't trust the typical mailman to perform. Couriers could deliver delicate packages. Couriers could travel through dangerous terrain. She had learned to adapt to these requirements; hence, why she bothered to go all the way and become a Ranger. “Thank you for your business. It's greatly appreciated.” The typical speech; still, Jenna supposed she would rather be busy than out of work.
The call ended. All she had to do was wait for the money to be sent. It would probably take a few hours, but the girl didn't mind. Despite appearances, Jenna wasn't hurting for money. She rarely spent it. When money came in, it went to very few places. Supplies, camping gear... all modest things. The work was to keep her occupied. Keep her moving. Everyone needed a purpose, right? Jenna had found hers. In exchange for the parcels she brought, she was able to travel freely.
She knew that was a privilege not many people had.
Stepping out from the rest stop, the young Ranger cracked open her soda, taking a long gulp. Her bicycle was propped against a nearby tree. She had hoped to set up camp around here and wind down for the night, but it was already too late. It might be best to just turn on the headlights and keep moving. She had peddled through most of the night already. Why not pull an all-nighter? She had caught her second wind.
The carbon from the soda burned the whole way down; the sound of the fizzing reverberating in her skull. The lights to the rest stop flickered above her, casting its eerie white glow.
A courier did not have that luxury.
There was a loud cha-chink as the vending machine dispensed her can of Pecha soda. “Yeah, I got there on time. You can call the breeder if you want to touch base. All the eggs were delivered safely. No problems.” She was on the phone, trying to finish a job with a client. It was a conversation that should have been saved for a reasonable hour... but this was not a reasonable person.
Jenna dipped down to fetch her can of soda, struggling to listen to the person droning on the other end of the line. “Mhm. I should be in Yoshino next week. I could do it.” There was always a job waiting to be done. Day after day, work would come pouring in. People were eager to pay couriers to do the jobs they couldn't trust the typical mailman to perform. Couriers could deliver delicate packages. Couriers could travel through dangerous terrain. She had learned to adapt to these requirements; hence, why she bothered to go all the way and become a Ranger. “Thank you for your business. It's greatly appreciated.” The typical speech; still, Jenna supposed she would rather be busy than out of work.
The call ended. All she had to do was wait for the money to be sent. It would probably take a few hours, but the girl didn't mind. Despite appearances, Jenna wasn't hurting for money. She rarely spent it. When money came in, it went to very few places. Supplies, camping gear... all modest things. The work was to keep her occupied. Keep her moving. Everyone needed a purpose, right? Jenna had found hers. In exchange for the parcels she brought, she was able to travel freely.
She knew that was a privilege not many people had.
Stepping out from the rest stop, the young Ranger cracked open her soda, taking a long gulp. Her bicycle was propped against a nearby tree. She had hoped to set up camp around here and wind down for the night, but it was already too late. It might be best to just turn on the headlights and keep moving. She had peddled through most of the night already. Why not pull an all-nighter? She had caught her second wind.
The carbon from the soda burned the whole way down; the sound of the fizzing reverberating in her skull. The lights to the rest stop flickered above her, casting its eerie white glow.
I CALL YOU BY YOUR ANCIENT NAME
PHARAOH LEAP.
