Post by Steam Girl on Nov 3, 2008 14:38:50 GMT -5
Stumbling upon Steam Girl, aka Almira Humphries, in the dungeon of a library one is bombarded by the paradoxical senses of sound of techno music and the scent of a musty tomb or dusty manuscripts. The walls are lines with old volumes with titles like Madness, Malingering, and Malfeasance; Where Death Delights, and Clocks and Watches. Where there are no shelves or strangely labeled file cabinets, pictures of long dead relatives peer out of molded frames next to pieces of paper with strange designs pinned up with tacks. In the back of the room she sits, a smallish figure in an uncomfortable chair, working on some brittle letters form 1910, deciphering the scrawl of madmen. Beside her on the desk is a bottle of a life giving mixture of caffeinated beverages and piles of papers.
On Steam Girl’s left is the entrance to a second room filled with rows of shelves holding hundreds of boxes with fading labels and a few more file cabinets. Just through the door is another desk much like Steam Girl’s own. This is where her boss, Ginger Penguin, fidgets among the many documents she must handle daily, or rants over the insanity of those who do not understand or appreciate her very important work.
Leaning back in her chair and sighing as the song changes to Stained by Android Lust, Steam Girl would like to take a nap and avoid the evening work. The letters are growing more and more indecipherable, the computer does not want to work properly, and her boss is absent, leaving her mind to wander sluggishly. Her eyes wander over the shelves of books, settling on a title for a moment of thought then moving on to the next. Nothing catches her eye and she knows better than to mess with her boss’ files. Yawning she props her feet up on a nearby chair and relaxes, almost dosing, for half an hour.
It’s the sound of silence that awakens our heroine. The music has been shut off and the rooms are darker than usual. Upon further waking Steam Girl realizes the computers are off and her boss’ office is dark.
“Penguin?”
Silence…until a hand reaches around and holds a handkerchief soaked with ether to Steam Girl’s face…black out…
*What ever shall she do?
I just thought this would be fun. Obviously not my best writing but fun all the same.
On Steam Girl’s left is the entrance to a second room filled with rows of shelves holding hundreds of boxes with fading labels and a few more file cabinets. Just through the door is another desk much like Steam Girl’s own. This is where her boss, Ginger Penguin, fidgets among the many documents she must handle daily, or rants over the insanity of those who do not understand or appreciate her very important work.
Leaning back in her chair and sighing as the song changes to Stained by Android Lust, Steam Girl would like to take a nap and avoid the evening work. The letters are growing more and more indecipherable, the computer does not want to work properly, and her boss is absent, leaving her mind to wander sluggishly. Her eyes wander over the shelves of books, settling on a title for a moment of thought then moving on to the next. Nothing catches her eye and she knows better than to mess with her boss’ files. Yawning she props her feet up on a nearby chair and relaxes, almost dosing, for half an hour.
It’s the sound of silence that awakens our heroine. The music has been shut off and the rooms are darker than usual. Upon further waking Steam Girl realizes the computers are off and her boss’ office is dark.
“Penguin?”
Silence…until a hand reaches around and holds a handkerchief soaked with ether to Steam Girl’s face…black out…
*What ever shall she do?
I just thought this would be fun. Obviously not my best writing but fun all the same.