his gaze sharpened, approaching quicker now. his gloved hand moved to hover over his raygun, the leather squeaking with the movement. as much as he wanted to, he had no plans to really shoot her. he knew the weakened rat wouldn’t do anything to warrant the shot. (+)
The girl whimpered as she approached her, she stepped back. “I’m not doing anything! Go away! Don’t come any closer or I’ll punch you!” The small girl said she stepped back more, until she reached the end of the hall. A dead end. There was a thud as her back hit the wall
his growing hair.
his otherwise vacant eyes quickly focused on the rebel just down the hall from him.
“what are you doing.” his voice appeared more faint and unsure when not muffled by the gas masks filter. his walking quickened towards her, keys rattling on his belt.
fluorescents shine down harshly on the shoulders of Sprawls junior exterminator. his thin frame strode down each winding hall on his way to meet with his trainer. the juniors face, which had always been hidden in a gas mask, instead laid bare with his eyes barely obscured by (+)
(Lyra was wondering up and down the halls of the Better Living Industries headquarters. She had somehow found a way out of her restraints and her cell. She was fighting off the effects of whatever the most recent drug given to her was so her walking was unsteady
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i am your superior.
everyone is.
you’re at the *very* bottom of the ladder. and you’ll stay there until the industry decides to end your pathetic existence.