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Memories of Lori Part 1: Five O'clock Shadow.

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May 12th 2144



   Striker awoke from his troubled sleep to a rather unpleasant thud as his backside made contact with the hard wooden floor.

He groaned as he tried to squeeze the weariness from his eyes and get his bearings.

   The early morning light broke through the gap in his curtains – an old shirt nailed to the wooden frame of his cabin.

Specks of dust, presumably from his collision, swam through the searching rays and captured his attention for a moment;

he loved particles.With a groan he began to crawl back into his bed when he felt the floor shudder, followed by a

loud, staggered groan. From the corner of his eye he could see something, it was large, white and heading straight for him.

He ducked under the object, feeling a sudden rush of cool air over his body and grabbed his attacker firmly by the arms

and threw them down onto the bed.

   She looked up at him through gleaming hazel eyes, her long chestnut hair spreading out across the bed like a flower

in full bloom. She was clutching a pillow against her chest and grinning mischievously at him. He sighed and buried his head in the pillow.

   “Wakey wakey!” She said cheerfully.

   He rolled away from her, sprawling himself out of the bed with another groan as he was pummelled in the face with the pillow.

It seemed to weigh a tonne as he sat himself up and let it crash into his lap. By now the woman had made her way to the

window and pinned back his curtains, the light blinding his unsuspecting eyes.

   “For crying out loud, Lori, is it too much to ask for a-” He was interrupted by her much louder voice.

   “Here!” She said, tossing a fresh apple in his direction.

   He'd barely had time to adjust to the Sunlight when the apple hit him square in the forehead and rolled down onto the floor with a familiar thud.

Lori's eyes widened and she bit her lip, fighting back a giggle fit. She spun on her heels to look out of the window, hiding her amusement.

Striker rubbed his brow with a sigh and frowned at her.

   “What time is it?” He asked, looking around for his watch.

   "Oh, you know... five.She replied, timidly, as if not really wanting him to hear.

   Lori... what time is it?”

   She cleared her throat and traced her finger along the window frame, inspecting her finger for dust.

   "Five...” She said.

   “Five!?” He snapped. “You woke me up at five!?”

   She turned to him and put her hands on her hips.

   “Oh don't be so grumpy! Besides... we never get to watch the sunrise together...” She replied, pouting at him.

   “Oh so you woke me up to watch the fucking sun come up. Sometimes I forget why we're best friends.”

   “No.” She replied with a smirk.“I woke you up because the guys at the lodge want us to help find the missing recruits.”

   Striker let out a long drawn-out sigh.

   “Why us? Don't they already have most of the Rangers looking into it?” He groaned.

   “Mmm...” She was halfway out of the door before she finished, a cheeky grin on her face. “I thought it'd be fun! Now hurry up and get dressed, last one to the mess hall's a rotten Tech!”

   She skipped off with a giggle, leaving the door wide open. With another sigh, he shuffled to the edge of the bed and held his head in his hands.


   “Five in the morning...”


Allriae's picture

(( So, since 2144 you're a grumpy bastard? :D

Lance Striker's picture

(( 2020! I didn't ask to be born...

Lonely are the brave...

Allriae's picture

((Born to be Grumpy

Veronica Volt's picture

((A grumpily great giggle. Surely shadows start to appear at sunrise.))

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