[ Skyla has never been a morning person, though she doubts that anyone would be when forced to rise at two in the goddamn morning. Any irritation, however, is dispelled by that bassy, creaking, grinding that seems to sink into the pit of her stomach until she feels ill and the lack of light isn't doing anything to help. ]
End of the world's already come and gone. S'a little late for the Rapture, isn't it?
[ it's muttered quietly to herself, mid-yawn, as she makes her way downstairs, and despite the bat she's carrying loosely at her side, she#s still underestimating the urgency of the whole thing --
-- and then the ground starts sinking under her fucking feet and god dammit today is not her morning, is it? ]
Fuck--!
[ instinct makes her blink forward but she only makes it ten or so feet -- not a very good move. So. Looks like it's the old fashioned way.
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End of the world's already come and gone. S'a little late for the Rapture, isn't it?
[ it's muttered quietly to herself, mid-yawn, as she makes her way downstairs, and despite the bat she's carrying loosely at her side, she#s still underestimating the urgency of the whole thing --
-- and then the ground starts sinking under her fucking feet and god dammit today is not her morning, is it? ]
Fuck--!
[ instinct makes her blink forward but she only makes it ten or so feet -- not a very good move. So. Looks like it's the old fashioned way.
Sprinting to the Skyway. ]