Hellianne/waking up
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
(The following will be part of a series of short scenes in Anne's life.)
She looked around bleary eyed, reaching a hand out to find the circular device she'd been given, a comm system modified to be quite a few others. With a touch against the side the display blinked on, the light bright in the otherwise darkness, showing the time to be at 6pm. She made a small sound as she sat up, feeling an mostly unaccustomed to feeling of pain in her back. Reaching her hand out to touch it the pressure sensors told her when she actually touched herself but all she felt on her back was the blissful cold of the metal digits through the cloth of her shirt.
She stands, bringing both arms up and stretching, the sound of parts moving giving a comforting whir in her ear, making her twitch the protrusions a bit smiling. She walked in the dark without fear, moving from the crates surrounding the part of the warehouse she'd decided was her bedroom and stepping over a fallen lamp that used to be the source of light for the area but was now with a broken bulb at its end.
There was no kitchen but there was a bathroom, walking to it she moved into the large room, meant to be bathroom to the warehouse workers who might have once called this a place of employment. She looked to the basin she had, walking to one of the stalls and peeing before she walked back out, moving to fill the basin with hot water, humming to herself while she waited.
She undressed, reaching to soak a washcloth before she poured some body wash onto it, lathering it and then rinsing over her the human parts of her body. The heated water didn't tickle light it might have once as it trailed in rivulets from her her hand down to her elbow, dripping to the floor. Instead it warmed the metal every so slightly.
She took a cup, dipping it into the basin and pouring some of the water over her head before taking some of her shampoo and conditioner in one into her palm and massaging it into her hair. She continued to hum as she closed her eyes, swaying from foot to foot before she ran her hands through her hair, squeezing the excess suds from her hair and letting them run over her body. More cup fulls of water rinsed her as she looked down to her legs.
The armor coating that mimicked human skin looked perfect, proper swells and dips along to show that she was muscled, a fair amount of cushioning kept her looking normal, which was important. She tried to wiggle her toes but she didn't have enough control over the limbs, shrugging her shoulders as she reached for the towel hanging over one of the sinks. She dried herself, brushed at her hair and tossed her clothes into the garbage can with a laundry bag in it that served that purpose.
She walked naked to the small section of the warehouse that seemed more apartment like, the paneled walls with their spots of color from where there had been paintings that she'd thrown out. The couch that she'd dragged in from someone else getting rid of it, clothes folded on top of it like it was her dresser.
She pulled out a pair of pants, a shirt and stiffled a yawn as she looked around, furrowing her brows and then spotted on the desk that she'd kept her underwear folded. She pulled a pair of panties on, slipping her bra over her head and then putting on her pants and shirt. She pulled open the drawer to the desk, a small ziplock bag, fingering it open and taking one of the slightly clear pills out, the spot inside it she knew was a machine that would create the adrenaline like substance in her body. She dry swallowed it and stretched out her arms, looking for a second at the metal skeleton and the twined digits above her head. "Time for work."
