Post by Midnight on Nov 22, 2005 1:33:41 GMT -5
Midnight walked down the hall slowly, reading the signs on the different doors. The light in the hallway hadn't come on, leaving gloomy shadows dancing around the room. Finally she found the door, same as all the others, but with a metal plate engraved with her name. She turned the knob and it creaked as it swung open into a spartan bedroom. She remembered last time she had come to the Institute, and the room that she had gotten then. She had been jaded, had been shy, but she had been happy at having a room, happy at being at the institute, happy at meeting Oracle.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and slid down until she was sitting on the ground, looking at the bare bed and closet, as well as a small window letting in a shaft of sunlight. There was also a bedstand, a chest of drawers, and a bookshelf, with many different works of fiction, fantasy, and some biographys. Custom books, service of telepathy. Another small doorway led into a miniscule bathroom with a shower, sink, toilet, and mirror. She didn't go to the mirror, she didn't want to see herself.
Standing up, she pulled the dress off over her head, fingering the slash along the side of it. Dark thoughts tumbled in her head, and she threw the dress to the floor.
<Attention all members of the Alpha Team and the Omega Team. Report to the Danger Room for practice IMMEDIETLY!>
Cringing, she dropped to the ground, her hands over her ears. Breating heavy, she looked around, still hearing the echos of the voice, and realized it was inside her head. Midnight stood back up, shivering, and went to the closet to see what she had in the way of uniforms. There was a blue uniform that would cover her whole body, tightly, and a pair of yellow gloves, boots, and a belt. She pulled it on, grimacing at how tight it was. Why did superheros have to wear stuff like this?
She was ready, and let her body fade into shadow.
*Exit Midnight*
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and slid down until she was sitting on the ground, looking at the bare bed and closet, as well as a small window letting in a shaft of sunlight. There was also a bedstand, a chest of drawers, and a bookshelf, with many different works of fiction, fantasy, and some biographys. Custom books, service of telepathy. Another small doorway led into a miniscule bathroom with a shower, sink, toilet, and mirror. She didn't go to the mirror, she didn't want to see herself.
Standing up, she pulled the dress off over her head, fingering the slash along the side of it. Dark thoughts tumbled in her head, and she threw the dress to the floor.
<Attention all members of the Alpha Team and the Omega Team. Report to the Danger Room for practice IMMEDIETLY!>
Cringing, she dropped to the ground, her hands over her ears. Breating heavy, she looked around, still hearing the echos of the voice, and realized it was inside her head. Midnight stood back up, shivering, and went to the closet to see what she had in the way of uniforms. There was a blue uniform that would cover her whole body, tightly, and a pair of yellow gloves, boots, and a belt. She pulled it on, grimacing at how tight it was. Why did superheros have to wear stuff like this?
She was ready, and let her body fade into shadow.
*Exit Midnight*