09-20-2013, 05:53 PM
Sometime around 2030 somewhere in the US
Rune rolled out of bed at some point with no idea what time it was. The clock on the table between the two drab beds was covered with the pillow she'd chucked at it sometime after Uncle Seth left that morning. That stupid light was so bright! Oh for the days to stay in hotels that had clocks with dimmers.
Rather than peeling the pillow off the clock, she rubbed her eyes and scooted over to the window to peel back the curtains. Bracing herself for the shock of bright light, they screeched on old tracks and the heavy blackout liners parted letting in the view of a parking lot and the late-morning sun.
She leaned to check and see if Uncle Seth's car was in its spot, but all she saw was an oil stain on the pavement. Maybe the lobby had leftovers from the continental breakfast they wouldn't mind her borrowing? Some places had cereal tubs open all day. Those were the best. Heck with milk. A big ole bowl of Fruit Loops that she could pop in her mouth one at a time. That was the best. Rune could close her eyes and tell you what colors filled up a plastic spoon just by their taste.
She snagged the card key off the table beneath the window, shoved her feet into some flip flops and fell outside without so much as brushing her hair. It was too short to tell when it went unbrushed anyway. Long hair's nice on a good looking girl, but monsters and those evil sons of bitches could grab a handful of nice long locks and steer her round like a dog on a leash...or so Uncle Seth said. It was best to keep her hair short for safety reasons and stuff. It'd always been that way so Rune didn't care.
Edited by Rune Marx, Sep 20 2013, 06:49 PM.
Rune rolled out of bed at some point with no idea what time it was. The clock on the table between the two drab beds was covered with the pillow she'd chucked at it sometime after Uncle Seth left that morning. That stupid light was so bright! Oh for the days to stay in hotels that had clocks with dimmers.
Rather than peeling the pillow off the clock, she rubbed her eyes and scooted over to the window to peel back the curtains. Bracing herself for the shock of bright light, they screeched on old tracks and the heavy blackout liners parted letting in the view of a parking lot and the late-morning sun.
She leaned to check and see if Uncle Seth's car was in its spot, but all she saw was an oil stain on the pavement. Maybe the lobby had leftovers from the continental breakfast they wouldn't mind her borrowing? Some places had cereal tubs open all day. Those were the best. Heck with milk. A big ole bowl of Fruit Loops that she could pop in her mouth one at a time. That was the best. Rune could close her eyes and tell you what colors filled up a plastic spoon just by their taste.
She snagged the card key off the table beneath the window, shoved her feet into some flip flops and fell outside without so much as brushing her hair. It was too short to tell when it went unbrushed anyway. Long hair's nice on a good looking girl, but monsters and those evil sons of bitches could grab a handful of nice long locks and steer her round like a dog on a leash...or so Uncle Seth said. It was best to keep her hair short for safety reasons and stuff. It'd always been that way so Rune didn't care.
Edited by Rune Marx, Sep 20 2013, 06:49 PM.