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Wake Me Up Before You Go [Open]
Kelly opened her eyes slowly, looking up at the ceiling. Her head was pounding, but at least she was back. She barely remembered running those mazes or puzzles, or whatever the hell it was GLaDoS had had her do. And all for what? Cake? She didn't even particularly like cake. Vaguely, she recalled being released from the pod and stumbling back to the room she shared with John. She must have taken a shower seeing as she was clean. But other than that, she'd simply dropped into bed and fallen asleep. Sitting up, she ran a hand across her face glancing slowly around. Not much had changed, but she had no idea how long she'd been out for. Though there really was only one way to find that out.
Sliding into her clothes, she threw her jacket over her shoulders, strapped her sidearm on under it, and stepped out of the room. The first thing she noticed was that she was hungry. Incredibly hungry. Frowning, the Spartan set off toward the mess hall to fix that. From what she could gather through overheard snippets of conversation and the small changes in those crew members she recognised, she'd been out for a month, or close to it. A whole month? If GLaDoS were a person, she'd have had it by the throat right about now, headache or no. Pulling her out of action for a month! She wanted to smash the goddamned thing.
Eating the slop that Stacy provided quickly, (and she ate a lot of it) she rose to her feet again. It was difficult to get a Spartan on edge, that was a fact; but anyone watching the tall, pale woman would be able to tell that she was almost fidgety. Simply the thought of that entire time out of action, and what cold have happened to her team and her friends in her absence was enough to make her want to run the whole ship looking for each of them. Instead, she simply set off down the hallways, keeping her speed low. She needed to run. To move. To do something to get rid of the growing tension she felt.
She hated the thought that she'd been taken out of play for so long. How had the Nightmare King problem worked out? Most of the crew didn't look dead tired like they had the last she remembered. But some members weren't in their usual places. Had they lost anyone? She needed to know these things. Needed to find out. But for now what she needed to do was run. Clear her head. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the city and upped her pace, blurring along the streets and past the buildings. She needed to soothe her nerves.
Spartans didn't get jumpy.
Sliding into her clothes, she threw her jacket over her shoulders, strapped her sidearm on under it, and stepped out of the room. The first thing she noticed was that she was hungry. Incredibly hungry. Frowning, the Spartan set off toward the mess hall to fix that. From what she could gather through overheard snippets of conversation and the small changes in those crew members she recognised, she'd been out for a month, or close to it. A whole month? If GLaDoS were a person, she'd have had it by the throat right about now, headache or no. Pulling her out of action for a month! She wanted to smash the goddamned thing.
Eating the slop that Stacy provided quickly, (and she ate a lot of it) she rose to her feet again. It was difficult to get a Spartan on edge, that was a fact; but anyone watching the tall, pale woman would be able to tell that she was almost fidgety. Simply the thought of that entire time out of action, and what cold have happened to her team and her friends in her absence was enough to make her want to run the whole ship looking for each of them. Instead, she simply set off down the hallways, keeping her speed low. She needed to run. To move. To do something to get rid of the growing tension she felt.
She hated the thought that she'd been taken out of play for so long. How had the Nightmare King problem worked out? Most of the crew didn't look dead tired like they had the last she remembered. But some members weren't in their usual places. Had they lost anyone? She needed to know these things. Needed to find out. But for now what she needed to do was run. Clear her head. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the city and upped her pace, blurring along the streets and past the buildings. She needed to soothe her nerves.
Spartans didn't get jumpy.
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He eyed her a little worriedly as they maneuvered the chunk of concrete to the top of the pile. "You don't need to help with this if you're hurt or anything," he offered. "Did something happen?"