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located in Lost Haven, a part of Swan Song, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lost Haven

Main City. Will make Genesis once we get to that point.


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Lizabee's Crap Studio Apartment - Lost Haven - 3:00 PM

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Lizabee groaned under the heavy layer of thin blankets while the alarm on the side of her bed sounded off obtrusively stirring her from a deep narcotic induced slumber of which she was very much enjoying just then. The alarm clock was set to go off once at 3:00 PM and again at 5:00 PM on the occasions that the alarm clock suffered an unfortunate smack to the ground.

Lizzy you have to wake up now. There are things to be done today.
The voice in Lizabee's mind said lightly though firmly causing another elongated groan to escape from beneath the futon's blanketed depths.

"I...I'm awake. I swear. I'm awake. Just let me lay here a second and...You know...Deal." Lizabee muttered to herself in a clouded groggy tone. Five more minutes was all she needed, all she longed for, in that specific moment.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. beep, beep.

Having finished its first round the alarm clock sounded again. This time for a few seconds longer an at a more shrill frequency. Yeah, it looked like that extra five minutes wasn't even close to happening.

"Fine. I am awake. I am getting up. See Lizabee run or...Whatever." The young woman mumbled as she gingerly turned from her right side onto her back as if to test just how much effort and time the process of getting out of bed was going to cost her that afternoon.

On a scale from 1 to 10. One being "Never going to happen again" and ten being "Somebody call 911 and have them scrape me up off the floor." Lizabee estimated that she was sitting at a respectable six on the pain spectrum. Which was remarkably good for the current time of the week. With a little limbering up and a few of her happy pills Lizabee figured she could knock down her pain to a tolerable four in less than an hour or so if she got started on the process right now. The hardest part at the present was going to be coaxing her fingers out of their clenched state long enough to lift the blankets from her body before she willed herself to sit up.

For joy.

Lizabee already knew her muscles were going to rebel the instant she tried to move. Well? Fuck them. She had things she needed to get done today. Like buy food for example and attempt to work for a living. Work for a living? Ha. Wasn't that a joke.

First thing, first.

Now on her back Lizabee rolled to the left and with a very calculated jerk of the cord caused her alarm clock to go smashing to the floor in just such a way that it effectively turned the alarm off without breaking the machine to pieces. Oh, yes. Defusing alarm clocks, like defusing bombs, was an art form. Step two of the three part ritual was to lean over the edge for the stash of pills that were sitting safely on the floor. Lizabee found the proscription bottle exactly where she hand left it and, without looking, gave it an experimental jiggle.

"Only six. Shit."

There was barely enough Percecet to get her through the night. Meaning that on top of what she already had to do that afternoon Lizabee would have to make a street run for more. There was no way in hell she wasn't going to be covered in this particular area. Beg, barrow, or steal.

Rolling onto her back again with the bottle still in her grip Lizabee unscrewed the inverted child proof cap on the small bottle and shook two of the horse pills onto her tongue swallowing them both dray from her reclined position. Easier said than done. But she was a pro. Lizabee would wait another thirty minutes like that to allow the narcotics to go to work before she tried to move. It would take her at least another 45 minutes once she stood up to get dressed and when one considered she was already half way there as she was, that was saying alot.

"I hate my life." Lizabee lied sardonically.