Lokia wasn't quite sure what to do with Len. the fool was casually running his hand through his hair, completely ignoring her! Her hand itched to grab her knife and end him. but no, then she would get kicked out of the DDF. she would be a quitter. Lokia could never live that down... " Leave the filth alone." It was her flightleader. " You don't want to catch the disease." Lokia nodded, trying to get a grip on the storm of emotions inside her.
Lokia stood, heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears at the thing which she had just done. You idiot! shoving a flightleader?! what were you thinking??
Lokia caught their flightleader as he stumbled backward before falling to the floor, groaning.
Hardly thinking, Lokia leapt across the room and shoved Len in the back, balling her hands into fists again.
*Tense music* Lokia watched the standoff. she was concerned. down in igneous, you didn't usually see how flawed the DDF really was. but this was real life. nothing was perfect. her of all people would, and did know this.
Lokia watched the tension in the room rise... It seemed almost like a tangible force. she clenched her hands into fists. if things escalated, she was ready to come in swinging...
Lokia saw that one of the girls, Alera, was standing behind their flightleader. she stood up, staying close to the wall and walked over to stand beside her.
as she watched all the others argue and all the mass chaos that came with it, Lokia could not help but feel superior to everyone else. Just then, the old kitsen jerked awake. Oh great! she thought sarcastically, the sims again? she sighed, rubbing at her eyes. the truth was, she could always use more time in those scudding simulators.
well, my garden is rather dead now... late fall in PA...
but I had zucchini, squash, carrots, onions, tomatoes, spinach, lettuce, cucumbers and some dreams that died with some of my baby plants. xD
I was on guns and ships