( two ) ☔ voice ➝ english ( SPERO )
Hey. It's Leah. ( She's not sure who she's addressing. Actually it feels pretty weird just to… talk at a Gameboy. )
Leah Clearwater. Like there are any others named that here.
I've been here like a week? I've been kidnapped, got some kinda sci-fi tracking chip in me apparently, have no change of clothes or underwear which is really starting to get nasty, I haven't been able to wash or shave my legs or get in the lake for more than a minute before a gigantic whale monster starts ogling me, and I'm really, really sick of eating cold canned corn.
Oh, did I mention the kidnapping thing yet? Yeah. You know, government- I get it. I'm a freak, you want to experiment on me. Don't know why you couldn't have grabbed the leeches instead, but okay, I'm the special one. But seriously, get on with it. I'll trade you. You can inject me with crazy juice if I can have some clean underwear and fried chicken. Even Kentucky fried chicken. From the dollar menu. Throw in some shampoo and I will never say shit about how ridiculously bad you are at this science fiction crap ever again. I'm serious. Look at my life. I am still calling you out on being retarded.
( She pauses, tapping her fingers against something. She's angry, but it's a dull anger. It's almost a relief that it is so dull. She doesn't honestly know what she thinks about this tracking chip that keeps her from going wolf. She hates the idea that she has something like that in her, but… no, she doesn't want to think about that right now. She then decides to address whoever is listening with a very important question: )
So how's a girl supposed to keep her 'pits shaved around here?
Leah Clearwater. Like there are any others named that here.
I've been here like a week? I've been kidnapped, got some kinda sci-fi tracking chip in me apparently, have no change of clothes or underwear which is really starting to get nasty, I haven't been able to wash or shave my legs or get in the lake for more than a minute before a gigantic whale monster starts ogling me, and I'm really, really sick of eating cold canned corn.
Oh, did I mention the kidnapping thing yet? Yeah. You know, government- I get it. I'm a freak, you want to experiment on me. Don't know why you couldn't have grabbed the leeches instead, but okay, I'm the special one. But seriously, get on with it. I'll trade you. You can inject me with crazy juice if I can have some clean underwear and fried chicken. Even Kentucky fried chicken. From the dollar menu. Throw in some shampoo and I will never say shit about how ridiculously bad you are at this science fiction crap ever again. I'm serious. Look at my life. I am still calling you out on being retarded.
( She pauses, tapping her fingers against something. She's angry, but it's a dull anger. It's almost a relief that it is so dull. She doesn't honestly know what she thinks about this tracking chip that keeps her from going wolf. She hates the idea that she has something like that in her, but… no, she doesn't want to think about that right now. She then decides to address whoever is listening with a very important question: )
So how's a girl supposed to keep her 'pits shaved around here?