Post by Roz Voclain on Aug 27, 2016 21:22:27 GMT -6
This week had been nothing but late nights for Rosalind Voclain. Ever since the police investigation started up in the industrial district, her little bad of fellow investigators had been in a bit of a frenzy. They'd met up nearly every day to discuss theories or launch investigations into Anytown's latest mystery. It was deep into the night by the time Roz arrived home every day, and then she still had homework to finish and exams to study for. Even the biggest mystery the runaways had gotten their little noses into wasn't enough of an excuse to let her grades slip even for a short time.
The few hours of sleep she did manage to catch each night were interrupted by nightmares. Old ghosts come back to haunt her, aliens abducting drifters, her creepy neighbor kidnapping and murdering people. Most of them were childish thoughts, she knew. Ghosts and aliens didn't exist, but it seemed her subconscious hadn't gotten the memo. Logic couldn't stop the dreams that kept her from a good night's sleep.
The whole thing was incredibly frustrating. Roz was even beginning to doze off in class, which was unacceptable and certainly didn't bode well for the coming night. Why did humans need sleep? It was just so damn inconvenient.
There was only one cure for the teenagers drowsiness: caffeine.
And, so, Roz found herself shuffling through the isles of Peggy's Market in search of just that. Energy drinks were going to be her best bet. After all, she hated coffee. Most energy drinks were disgusting too, but she could stand Red Bull just enough. So, naturally, that was her target. Unfortunately, the Nielsens were still in the process of restocking the store, and there was only one can left. As Roz reached out to claim it, someone else snagged the can right from under her nose.
Normally, Roz would not have minded, really. But, the sleep deprived teenager was in no mood for bullshit today. She turned toward the culprit, her face falling into a deadpan stare. "Hey. That one was mine."
The few hours of sleep she did manage to catch each night were interrupted by nightmares. Old ghosts come back to haunt her, aliens abducting drifters, her creepy neighbor kidnapping and murdering people. Most of them were childish thoughts, she knew. Ghosts and aliens didn't exist, but it seemed her subconscious hadn't gotten the memo. Logic couldn't stop the dreams that kept her from a good night's sleep.
The whole thing was incredibly frustrating. Roz was even beginning to doze off in class, which was unacceptable and certainly didn't bode well for the coming night. Why did humans need sleep? It was just so damn inconvenient.
There was only one cure for the teenagers drowsiness: caffeine.
And, so, Roz found herself shuffling through the isles of Peggy's Market in search of just that. Energy drinks were going to be her best bet. After all, she hated coffee. Most energy drinks were disgusting too, but she could stand Red Bull just enough. So, naturally, that was her target. Unfortunately, the Nielsens were still in the process of restocking the store, and there was only one can left. As Roz reached out to claim it, someone else snagged the can right from under her nose.
Normally, Roz would not have minded, really. But, the sleep deprived teenager was in no mood for bullshit today. She turned toward the culprit, her face falling into a deadpan stare. "Hey. That one was mine."
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