Post #2428614 in DarK PinK SKY, a roleplay on RPG

Noon
Downtown

Words were often whispered about my extracurricular activities concerning Dr. Akim Orlov. One time, I caught two young ladies pondering the idea of my having relations with the scientific researcher, and they promptly found themselves jobless. It’s probably because I’ve been seen in such situations with him that obviously generate the wrong sort of impression about our relationship. To lay it out straight, I hated him. Whenever I saw him, I wanted to snap his neck like a chicken. My abnormal ability to glare at him for hours on end stemmed not from the fact that he was a very good-looking man, or that it could literally take hours to wonder how he’d become such a twisted old crow, but merely because looking at him pissed me off. It was his attitude. I hated him even more every time he had something to say; that and the fact that it was his lab that kept me from getting the position I wanted at work. If he didn’t have to research then I wouldn’t have to load him up with subjects. That was common sense that somehow my underlings couldn’t seem to understand. It didn’t help, either, that he randomly popped over to my apartment for dinner a couple nights a week because Tsutsumi is an amazing chef for her young age. It pisses me off even more that she likes him and keeps calling to tell him what’s for dinner because she’s worried he doesn’t eat a balanced enough diet. I love my daughter. I do. But some days I wonder if we’re really even related. I think she was switched with someone else’s kid ten years ago when I spent six days in recovery unlike most mothers who check in, have the kid, wait for a check-up, and walk out hours later. Maybe I’m just special. It’s a long and gruesome story, so I don’t plan on going into detail; but basically Tsumi decided she was going to wait forty-eight hours into labor to come out backwards and upside-down while the doctors dragged their asses attending to me because, “Oh no, Mrs. Harada, you should be alright for the next few hours.” Like fuck.

I still hold a grudge about that. If I ever see that guy again, I’ll introduce his face to his prostate; then I’ll tell him he should be okay for the next few hours and leave him like that. Lucky for him I haven’t seen him again. Maybe he’s dead. That would be a little sad, seeing as I haven’t had revenge yet.

What am I complaining for? I have a genius child who does her homework without my help and makes meals for me. I’m not saying I use her as a slave; actually, on occasion I let her relax and watch TV while I make dinner. These are the days that I bolt the door to the frame because Akim Orlov is never to see me in an apron ever, lest I scoop his eyeballs from his head with a melon baller and super glue them to his ass cheeks. One each. Then I’ll tie his wrists to his ankles and draw a smiley on him with permanent marker…. That would be really awkward-looking. Either way, I’d then send him home like that. No! I’ll lock him on my balcony where all the other residents can see while he struggles to find a way back inside; because there’s a two hundred foot drop from my balcony to the streets of Downtown. Actually, we can see the entrance to the Lab Facility from my balcony, and I suspect that’s part of the reason why Akim comes over for dinner so often. He lives at the facility, probably because he’s too stupid to get an apartment close by. That or he’s so infatuated with his work that he can’t leave shit alone long enough to actually relax. Funny enough, that sounds a lot like Tsutsumi, which makes me wonder if my child actually wasn’t swapped out for one of Akim’s science experiments. This concerns me to no end.

I scowled darkly as his lips touched the top of my head, and with my hands fisted, I began to shake. Not only that, but walking away after asking me a direct question! This was why I brought him half-dead mutants—he deserved it. I remember the first time I met him, in that very lab. I was fresh from training, just beginning a final initiation course where I had the chance to learn all the ropes, including wrangling live sacrifices for research. That first time, I had been attacked by a man that I had to subdue by force, leaving him a broken, bloody mess. He was still alive, so we took him into the lab where I was introduced to the Head Scientist at the time; I remember that Akim was just a tagalong back then. It wasn’t until about five years later that I actually spoke to him. My first few years as a Private, it wasn’t my job to talk to anyone—I just did what I was told and left. Of course, from the beginning I’d been bringing my victims in war torn and most of them even dead. I brought the captives in for the day, dumped them on the floor and was about to leave when I saw him again for the first time in a long while. Covered head-to-toe in blood, telling me how unfortunate it was that his boss had just died. I had gained in experience, skill, and rank, so I was a little more comfortable staying for a little chat. When I examined him, I could respect that he was an intelligent man, if not a little messy. So no, I didn’t always hate his guts. It wasn’t until after I’d actually talked to him three or four times that I decided that he wasn’t the kind of person that most people choose to keep around without some kind of incentive.

“Tsutsumi? Actually, she’s the top of her— Hey! Don’t you walk away from me like that!” I chased him down. Why? Because I can. And when I caught him, I grabbed him by the lab coat and implanted my fist in the side of his face. No one—and I mean no one— treats me like I’m invisible.

Snippet #2428614

located in Eden, a part of DarK PinK SKY, one of the many universes on RPG.

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