Mal - Discontent

Itchy in her skin, picky and fussing and unable to settle to anything. Not music, code, not even a whole three-minute video on EAM. In the end she threw the remote across the room and grabbed boots and her car keys and headed for the door.

Driving should have worked. Wintermute was her safety net, her escape pod. She'd freaked both her parents out while she was still in high school by vanishing for two straight days, sleeping in the spacious hearse and paying cash for gas and clubs. It was pretty offensive that her mom thought she was dead if she stopped using her credit cards.

Driving didn't work - she couldn't pick a destination or even a direction. None of the songs random select threw up satisfied her, and none of the play lists were working. The circuit-board jewel hanging from the rear view mirror was pissing her off, catching the light in the corner of her eye. She reached up, snapping the chain and threw the broken decoration viciously into the back before slamming a three point turn in an alley and heading back towards the docks again.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't quite find the frequency that would tell her why. It was driving her batshit.

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[note : EAM is the Eden Alternative channel. The city of Eden belong to cicirossi, and I apologise for amking up tv channels for it. This snippet is from the oneword for the day - discontentchimed so strongly with her muse space right now. ]

Mal - Discontent

Itchy in her skin, picky and fussing and unable to settle to anything. Not music, code, not even a whole three-minute video on EAM. In the end she threw the remote across the room and grabbed boots and her car keys and headed for the door.

Driving should have worked. Wintermute was her safety net, her escape pod. She'd freaked both her parents out while she was still in high school by vanishing for two straight days, sleeping in the spacious hearse and paying cash for gas and clubs. It was pretty offensive that her mom thought she was dead if she stopped using her credit cards.

Driving didn't work - she couldn't pick a destination or even a direction. None of the songs random select threw up satisfied her, and none of the play lists were working. The circuit-board jewel hanging from the rear view mirror was pissing her off, catching the light in the corner of her eye. She reached up, snapping the chain and threw the broken decoration viciously into the back before slamming a three point turn in an alley and heading back towards the docks again.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't quite find the frequency that would tell her why. It was driving her batshit.

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[note : EAM is the Eden Alternative channel. The city of Eden belong to cicirossi, and I apologise for amking up tv channels for it. This snippet is from the oneword for the day - discontentchimed so strongly with her muse space right now. ]