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“Do you want to be productive, you want to be successful? Then You gotta be Aggressive…!”
What a funny motto. Her own motto but still funny to think of. Rekka paced the edge of the arena in her office, the thinning light of the sunset streaming in. It was still, empty… dare she say, peaceful.
The production head didn’t have many moments of self reflection, if any. It was always “Go Go Go!” As Zanzo so annoyingly put it.
She shook her head, best not to jinx the peacefulness of the moment by thinking about him.
Who was she kidding- it would be a welcome reprieve from the silence if he were here. A sinking feeling having worked it’s way through her system.
The production head paces to her desk, hand hovering over it, eyes watching the items as though it wasn’t real. She pressed a gloved finger against a pen filled cup, pushing it off the table, hearing it crack and the pens scatter on the floor.
She stares at it, keeping her attention on it just for a second longe-
Blink
It wasn’t on the floor anymore. Her eyes flick to see it on the desk intact, pens and all.
That’s how it has been here. In this, purgatory of sorts, nothing stays broken and each second ticks by long and slow. A minute from out there, from what she’s been able to gather, being 3 minutes in this hell hole. It felt absolutely mind numbing in this isolation.
She looks at the walls, mind swimming once more in memories as she recalls her first hour in here…
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A sharp shock of air enters Rekka’s lungs as she falls to her knees and starts dry choking, blinking and squinting as she tries to regain control of her breathing once more. Her eyes scan the area as she begins a short monologue for herself on impulse seeing she was in the office.
“HA! That kid’s going to be sorry, when Rekka gets- out… of..! Her voice drifted, now losing that bravado
Fiery eyes flick around in confusion, her office was dim like she never left it and… she could have sworn she took her gloves off. A quick glance to the floor shows the high voltage seal unmoved from the floor, on the walls? The pipes were pristine
“The hell…?” One foot up, then another as she stumbles forward, head dizzy from the sudden movement. She scans the walls, heart clenching as her body tenses, preparing… it was quiet.
She bites the inside of her lip, trying to find anything wrong outside of everything being… normal. The silence was thick and penetrating… what kind of fucking order did Kale g-
Kale! Shit- she had a call today-
Rekka snapped her fingers and ran over to her desk, opening up her computer and setting up the call. She clicked through quickly and joined a call, watching the loading dial spin. It went by oh so slowly but… that’s all it did, continue to spin.
A quick message popped up: System Error: Please check your connection and try again!
Rekka glared, “Of all the fuckin times…” She clicked through, opening up the connections to connect to the Wi-Fi only to find… a grand total of none.
“The hell is goin on here!?” Rekka slammed a fist against the table, wincing in pain, only bringing more questions from the lack of people. Her eye twitched and she stormed out of her office, yelling out, “Zanzo! You half brain! If you are messing with the connection again, I’ll snap you in half ya twink!”
She stormed forward, herself being the only noise she could hear in the entire facility… everything was in some level of tip top shape. Surprising considering how much construction was normally happening on the island- not the time Rekka- Rekka needs to find out who’s trying to mess with her.