Post #2815872 in Hadean, a roleplay on RPG

A pair of worn-out sneakers dragged through the linoleum halls of a convenience store. They stopped before the frozen foods section, and a scabby hand came up to tug out an earphone blasting GRLwood from under a beanie. It brushed past the medical mask covering half their face and rested over the baggy, shapeless clothes they wore. They swung open the clear fridge door, then stopped, staring up at the TV playing in the corner. It was one of Ion's streams, heavily censored with pixels. The news changed to a different story, showing helicopter footage of Atlas beach.

"... where thousands of people will gather today to honor the fallen at the Atlas beach memorial. Reported among the names of the fallen is Atlas City's beloved hero, Manhaw-"

The fridge door slammed shut, and Vic sped to the counter with a frozen pizza.

As she fumbled with the notes, she kept her chin down, ignoring the scrutinizing from the cashier. Her hand went up to make sure none of her hair had fallen out from under her beanie. She let out a little cough behind her mask to keep up the gig. Her eyes flicked over to the TV behind the counter, which had switched to another story. Shaky, vertically-filmed footage showed a bottle-red haired figure falling down from a smashed window with the caption, VICKI VORTEX REPORTED MISSING, APARTMENT DESTROYED. A green light flashing in her peripherals tore her attention away right as Mack Bullard came on screen to make his statement. She looked back to see the cashier looking bug-eyed at a sudden breakfast spread that had appeared on the counter. Vic let out an exasperated sigh, and caught the juice box as it was thrown through. She slapped her money on the counter and picked up her pizza box before heading to the door.

"Keep the change."

Vic walked over the scorch marks on the road up to Club Shapeless, looking far less glamorous in the light of day. The darkness and city lights weren't around to give the broken glass and piss stains on the side of buildings a pretty filter. She looked up at the building, slurping up her juice, then swapped the straw out for a frozen pizza slice. She approached the door with the pizza-cle between her teeth to kick on it. After getting no response, she zipped over to the back entrance and did the same.

Nobody lives here, idiot.

She tore a bite out of the pizza, crunched on the ice crystals, threw the piece away then slumped against the door to fish out that hexagonal chip from her pocket. It began to disperse into nothing, along with her hand, and she hid the stump in her pocket. Her head smacked against the door in frustration, then looked up at the security camera pointed down at her. She pulled down her mask and stared straight into the camera.

"LAB. RAT," she mouthed, and pulled her mask back up to leave.

Snippet #2815872

located in Atlas City, a part of Hadean, one of the many universes on RPG.

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