She walks into the house she's come to call her's, throwing the keys to the side as she kicks the door closed behind her. It's been a while since there's been anyone else in the house with her. Well anyone real. Just the mindless drones, that still creeped her out. Not that she'd admit that.
Luckily drone!Neal wouldn't be home for a while, and when he was, he'd be ignored, or if he was really annoying, locked in a closet somewhere. The drone kids were playing outside for now. They don't bother her as much as she thought they would. At least they mostly took care of themselves, as long as she left them out food they tended to leave her alone. Which was good. Motherly, was something she wasn't.
She'd been here for a while so she was mostly used to the old fashioned house she was stuck in. Hell, she barely remembered anything that wasn't a military base, so she didn't have much frame of reference aside from knowing that this place was old. But she's always adapted easily to places and she opens the large fridge and starts to figure out what to have for supper.
Alone. She's used to being alone. At first she told herself to just think of it as a mission. A really annoying, boring and non paying mission, but one none the less. But after weeks passed she realized even that wasn't going to cut it. Missions tended to be quick and generally easy. ...well for her anyway. At least before she got involved with the idiots.
She makes eggs and chicken, not really caring that it's not a normal meal. It's better then the army food she remembers anyway. She needs to go to the grocery store tomorrow. She's running low on supplies again.
God, she goes grocery shopping. The world really had turned on its head, hadn't it. She finishes making the food, makes sure to leave plates out for the drones and goes into the living room.
Tv is pointless but passes the time. She keeps the phone off the hook, leaning over now and then to listen in on anything that sounded interesting. Eating and watching some comedy shows, they tended to be less boring then the sitcoms at least.
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If the idiots could see her now. She's washing dishes in the kitchen. Her life had somehow turned into some strange tv show. Life...right, well she'd gotten a life here, no matter how she didn't really understand how they'd managed to stick her inside what certainly seemed to be her old body. As much as she could remember, fuzzy memories that they were.
She doesn't dwell on those thoughts though, she never does. All it did was give her a headache and a slight ache that she also tried not to think about.
Tomorrow was the weekend. She didn't have to trudge into that stupid building and pretend to give a shit about her new job as gym teacher. Though it wasn't really new anymore, was it.
She'd probably spend the day in the garage, or maybe go to the gym. Maybe if she was really bored she'd see what Ken was up to. You had to find things to do here, otherwise you'd just spend hours staring at the walls, a sure fire way to drive yourself insane. And Tex really didn't need anything to help her along that path.
Luckily there was always tv or the phones. There was usually something interesting on either one of them that you could spend your evenings listening to.
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She used the spare bedroom in the house. Better to avoid waking up to a newly arrived husband that way. Or just the drone himself. Her armour was off to the side, the wardrobe filled with the semi-decent clothes she'd managed to find. Aka: ones that were not dresses or skirts.
She'd never been one to personalize spaces. Even living spaces, but she found that adding her own touch to her room in Mayfield made it less disturbing and fake.
Like the rest of the rooms in the house, there were weapons stashed around that she could get easy access to, should the need be. But aside from that she'd also painted the walls grey and removed all the paintings from the walls.
The desk in the room had papers from the night before she hadn't gotten to put away yet. It looked like she'd been looking over her maps of the town. It was a hard place to map as it tended to add on new streets when you weren't looking. She tided them up and then grabbed a book from the shelf. A mystery, better then cook books, though she had read a few of those when she'd really been bored.
She wasn't tired so she'd read, or write down notes, or plans until she couldn't stay awake any longer. Turning off the light, the door to the room was locked so she wouldn't have to worry about much else but the town pulling some impossible to predict stunt. Which, being impossible to predict, didn't have much you could do about anyway.
She feel asleep past midnight, leaning against the pillow on the bed, book in her hands. In her sleep she rolls over and pulls the covers over her head.
And for the rest of the night, Tex sleeps. Tonight, she is lucky and all of her dreams are painless.
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A Normal Day
Luckily drone!Neal wouldn't be home for a while, and when he was, he'd be ignored, or if he was really annoying, locked in a closet somewhere. The drone kids were playing outside for now. They don't bother her as much as she thought they would. At least they mostly took care of themselves, as long as she left them out food they tended to leave her alone. Which was good. Motherly, was something she wasn't.
She'd been here for a while so she was mostly used to the old fashioned house she was stuck in. Hell, she barely remembered anything that wasn't a military base, so she didn't have much frame of reference aside from knowing that this place was old. But she's always adapted easily to places and she opens the large fridge and starts to figure out what to have for supper.
Alone. She's used to being alone. At first she told herself to just think of it as a mission. A really annoying, boring and non paying mission, but one none the less. But after weeks passed she realized even that wasn't going to cut it. Missions tended to be quick and generally easy. ...well for her anyway. At least before she got involved with the idiots.
She makes eggs and chicken, not really caring that it's not a normal meal. It's better then the army food she remembers anyway. She needs to go to the grocery store tomorrow. She's running low on supplies again.
God, she goes grocery shopping. The world really had turned on its head, hadn't it. She finishes making the food, makes sure to leave plates out for the drones and goes into the living room.
Tv is pointless but passes the time. She keeps the phone off the hook, leaning over now and then to listen in on anything that sounded interesting. Eating and watching some comedy shows, they tended to be less boring then the sitcoms at least.
-
If the idiots could see her now. She's washing dishes in the kitchen. Her life had somehow turned into some strange tv show. Life...right, well she'd gotten a life here, no matter how she didn't really understand how they'd managed to stick her inside what certainly seemed to be her old body. As much as she could remember, fuzzy memories that they were.
She doesn't dwell on those thoughts though, she never does. All it did was give her a headache and a slight ache that she also tried not to think about.
Tomorrow was the weekend. She didn't have to trudge into that stupid building and pretend to give a shit about her new job as gym teacher. Though it wasn't really new anymore, was it.
She'd probably spend the day in the garage, or maybe go to the gym. Maybe if she was really bored she'd see what Ken was up to. You had to find things to do here, otherwise you'd just spend hours staring at the walls, a sure fire way to drive yourself insane. And Tex really didn't need anything to help her along that path.
Luckily there was always tv or the phones. There was usually something interesting on either one of them that you could spend your evenings listening to.
-
She used the spare bedroom in the house. Better to avoid waking up to a newly arrived husband that way. Or just the drone himself. Her armour was off to the side, the wardrobe filled with the semi-decent clothes she'd managed to find. Aka: ones that were not dresses or skirts.
She'd never been one to personalize spaces. Even living spaces, but she found that adding her own touch to her room in Mayfield made it less disturbing and fake.
Like the rest of the rooms in the house, there were weapons stashed around that she could get easy access to, should the need be. But aside from that she'd also painted the walls grey and removed all the paintings from the walls.
The desk in the room had papers from the night before she hadn't gotten to put away yet. It looked like she'd been looking over her maps of the town. It was a hard place to map as it tended to add on new streets when you weren't looking. She tided them up and then grabbed a book from the shelf. A mystery, better then cook books, though she had read a few of those when she'd really been bored.
She wasn't tired so she'd read, or write down notes, or plans until she couldn't stay awake any longer. Turning off the light, the door to the room was locked so she wouldn't have to worry about much else but the town pulling some impossible to predict stunt. Which, being impossible to predict, didn't have much you could do about anyway.
She feel asleep past midnight, leaning against the pillow on the bed, book in her hands. In her sleep she rolls over and pulls the covers over her head.
And for the rest of the night, Tex sleeps. Tonight, she is lucky and all of her dreams are painless.