Post by Kikyo Cabbot on Apr 25, 2012 23:45:29 GMT
Ugh. The sun floated through the glass, landing on the president's face. The light drifted through time to cover her closed eyes and the majority fo the pillow she rested her head on. Her black hair made a halo on the white sheets, a mess around her head. She might have been attractive if she didn't have such a stern, diapointed look on her face all the time.
Oof! A small body was thrown atop her, appearing seemingly from the ceiling. It was the size of an eight-year-old girl, Hakura, Miss Cabbots daughter. The girl hugged her mother before asking, "Can auntie Kyoko take me skiing? Pleeeaaasse?" She was begging. That usually didn't work on her, but for once Cabbot wanted her daughter to spend time with her sister. That was the whole reason she came here.
And, well, maybe a certain rebel group had been spotted nearby, and maybe they had killed Cabbots soilders. Maybe they had shot at Cabbots wolf. Maybe, just now, it was personal.
Cabbot yawned, nodding, as her daughter bolted from the door, clapping and smiling and laughing. Kikyo stood up as a guard closed the door. The blankets fell to the ground, revealing a body etched with scars. Stupid boot camp. Kikyo grabbed a black turtleneck, a pair of black pants, and boots. She pulled them all on, revealing Liba's national emblem on the left shoulder, right above the heart. Kikyo Cabbot was a patriot. She had to be; she was the "president." More like dictator.
She stepped through the door, grabbed a leash, and whistled. A giant dog- no, wolf- bounded in through an open doorway. Cabbot, as she pulled on a thick black coat, fastened the leash to the collar and went outside. Well, she didn't have to find those damned rebels until three. It was ten. What would she do for five hours...?
Oof! A small body was thrown atop her, appearing seemingly from the ceiling. It was the size of an eight-year-old girl, Hakura, Miss Cabbots daughter. The girl hugged her mother before asking, "Can auntie Kyoko take me skiing? Pleeeaaasse?" She was begging. That usually didn't work on her, but for once Cabbot wanted her daughter to spend time with her sister. That was the whole reason she came here.
And, well, maybe a certain rebel group had been spotted nearby, and maybe they had killed Cabbots soilders. Maybe they had shot at Cabbots wolf. Maybe, just now, it was personal.
Cabbot yawned, nodding, as her daughter bolted from the door, clapping and smiling and laughing. Kikyo stood up as a guard closed the door. The blankets fell to the ground, revealing a body etched with scars. Stupid boot camp. Kikyo grabbed a black turtleneck, a pair of black pants, and boots. She pulled them all on, revealing Liba's national emblem on the left shoulder, right above the heart. Kikyo Cabbot was a patriot. She had to be; she was the "president." More like dictator.
She stepped through the door, grabbed a leash, and whistled. A giant dog- no, wolf- bounded in through an open doorway. Cabbot, as she pulled on a thick black coat, fastened the leash to the collar and went outside. Well, she didn't have to find those damned rebels until three. It was ten. What would she do for five hours...?