From carpe_tenebras
I slept fitfully last night, way too much on my mind. I pretty much tossed and turned through it all, but managed to snag a few hours on the homestretch. So I was pretty weary when I woke this morning. I really didn't feel like even getting out of bed to begin with, but Angelface has entrusted me with being productive around here to earn my keep. Minding the lobby downstairs was practically a fulltime job for me now, although the pay was meager compared to what I made running Caritas. But, you can't win 'em all.
Besides, I was literally craving a gigantic cup 'o joe and regretfully, I didn't have a coffeemaker in my room... which oddly enough, I don't know why I didn't think of that until just now. Hm.
After I had my shower, I stood in the bathroom infront of the mirror and stared my reflection for a very long time, clearing off the steam that clung to it with a damp facecloth. I had always been confident with the way I looked, taking so much care to primp and preen myself; I was so meticulous about it. But this morning looking in the mirror, instead of seeing myself and my bright sunny smile, my neatly styled hair and my nearly perfect teeth, all I saw was a demon. A red eyed demon with horns protruding from my green freckled forehead. It was depressing, and for the first time ever, I began to feel ashamed.
Sighing, I opened up the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out a tube of hairgel. As I worked it through my damp copper hair, I sang softly to myself.
"..how can this shattered vessel hold up under such close scrutiny? Cruel light is crackin' every mirror that ever flattered my vanity.."
After i'd finished the morning hygeine ritual, I went to my closet to decide today's attire, although suddenly the bright suits weren't looking so appealing. I finally decided on a dark grey colour and a deep crimson shirt, and after dressing, I headed downstairs to take up my station behind the desk.
When I came downstairs, the lobby was quiet and empty as expected. Everyone around here was way too caught up in their own lives to hang around like they used to. Even Groo wasn't around, which to be honest - not gonna complain seeing as I was still annoyed with him.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and plopped myself down on the stool, opened up the newspaper and settled in for another dull morning.
Besides, I was literally craving a gigantic cup 'o joe and regretfully, I didn't have a coffeemaker in my room... which oddly enough, I don't know why I didn't think of that until just now. Hm.
After I had my shower, I stood in the bathroom infront of the mirror and stared my reflection for a very long time, clearing off the steam that clung to it with a damp facecloth. I had always been confident with the way I looked, taking so much care to primp and preen myself; I was so meticulous about it. But this morning looking in the mirror, instead of seeing myself and my bright sunny smile, my neatly styled hair and my nearly perfect teeth, all I saw was a demon. A red eyed demon with horns protruding from my green freckled forehead. It was depressing, and for the first time ever, I began to feel ashamed.
Sighing, I opened up the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out a tube of hairgel. As I worked it through my damp copper hair, I sang softly to myself.
"..how can this shattered vessel hold up under such close scrutiny? Cruel light is crackin' every mirror that ever flattered my vanity.."
After i'd finished the morning hygeine ritual, I went to my closet to decide today's attire, although suddenly the bright suits weren't looking so appealing. I finally decided on a dark grey colour and a deep crimson shirt, and after dressing, I headed downstairs to take up my station behind the desk.
When I came downstairs, the lobby was quiet and empty as expected. Everyone around here was way too caught up in their own lives to hang around like they used to. Even Groo wasn't around, which to be honest - not gonna complain seeing as I was still annoyed with him.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and plopped myself down on the stool, opened up the newspaper and settled in for another dull morning.