Guess I'm on page five~ that first panel is probably one of my better profile views I have ever drawn- then you see panel two which is kinda creepy its so bad xD
Edit: if the written part of these pages are getting too long for your attention-span, please let me know so I can fix that so that you don't loose interest~ thanks! <333
Page Five:
I shake the horrid memories from my head and check the time on my transit band- I have been gone for ten minutes. I curse under my breath and stand up quickly, feeling light headed from the sudden motion. I lean back against the wall and take a breath; blinking away the black dots that appeared in front of my eyes.
"Are you alright?" I hear a voice in my head.
"Just dandy." I think back to the program, wondering if the program can pick up annoyance in a thought- because I know it can pick up distress. Every person is implanted with a PC (personal checker) when they reach a certain age; or depending on their personality, some get theirs earlier. I got mine earlier because if my "insanity-streak", so I have had this annoying little voice ringing in my head for about 4 years.
as I am slipping through the door a glitch occurs and I find myself jammed in the thin sheet of transit. I huff angrily and tug harder- hearing a pop in my arm when I finally break free. I roll my shoulder in its socket and hear it pop again- joined by a prick of pain. I groan and try to pop it back into place, noting to my PC that the door had a glitch-out.
I feel really annoyed so I decide to skip science and basically the rest of the day- and head to the archive. the archive is where all the old antiques and literature items are stored. people are allowed to go in, but when you leave you are patted down to see if you have taken anything- but I have found a solution to this. it took a while for me to figure it out (how to take things for the day, then get them back by the end) because there are only a few things that you are allowed to borrow- and you are only allowed to have them for the one day; plus your PC nags you all day on how valuable it is and it cannot be lost.
"I don't suppose this is a good idea, Ellie Platts." my PC chimes, digitally inserting my name.
"Shut it. PC- take a 10 minute break, hack up, underscore, down, down, left." I jam my PC with thought-commands and it sputters for a moment then my mind falls silent once again.
I continue towards the archives and walk down the long dimly lit hallway. the archive is the only branch of the building that has actual wooden doors with class windows; but it had still been modified with a pass code lock- which is different every time a student comes. A projector-cam will examine you then if your clean (literally and as in not a rule-breaking citizen; and you have to be a student attending the school) it will give you the pass code and you can enter.
when I come close to the archive doors, the projector-cam hovers down and spirals around me, flashing a green light and revealing the pass code for the door. the cams only examine your clothing and not inside you- because nobody has been stupid enough to swallow an ancient piece from the archive; no one except for me. when I want to take something from the archive that your not supposed to be able to take, I take and air tight, water proof pouch and put the piece that I want in it. I then put it in my mouth and hold it there until the cams clear me. I can never take things that are big, because my mouth obviously bulges. another problem with archive items you are not supposed to take are the boxes that they are stored in- you can only view a projection of them. but I also figured how to jam that.
I start with box 29 in the "no-take" section and vies the contents; searching for a small writing stick and the thin crumbly sheet you write on. we were taught that this was an old style of tracking data- you press the stick on the paper and drag it across and its supposed to leave a trail of what you are trying to form. the stick is called a pen and the sheet is paper. I don't know why anyone would use that when you can just enter data into a computer or hover-screen.
"That's odd..." a voice comes that is not owned by my PC. I look up and around, but I don't see anyone in sight. I go back to searching through my box, figuring I had just been hearing things. but next thing I know, I feel something hot on my next. I turn around quickly and accidentally drop the box on the ground- hearing it thud against the cold tiles.
"Wh-who are you...?" I sputter, staring at the godly figure in front of me.
I shake the horrid memories from my head and check the time on my transit band- I have been gone for ten minutes. I curse under my breath and stand up quickly, feeling light headed from the sudden motion. I lean back against the wall and take a breath; blinking away the black dots that appeared in front of my eyes.
"Are you alright?" I hear a voice in my head.
"Just dandy." I think back to the program, wondering if the program can pick up annoyance in a thought- because I know it can pick up distress. Every person is implanted with a PC (personal checker) when they reach a certain age; or depending on their personality, some get theirs earlier. I got mine earlier because if my "insanity-streak", so I have had this annoying little voice ringing in my head for about 4 years.
as I am slipping through the door a glitch occurs and I find myself jammed in the thin sheet of transit. I huff angrily and tug harder- hearing a pop in my arm when I finally break free. I roll my shoulder in its socket and hear it pop again- joined by a prick of pain. I groan and try to pop it back into place, noting to my PC that the door had a glitch-out.
I feel really annoyed so I decide to skip science and basically the rest of the day- and head to the archive. the archive is where all the old antiques and literature items are stored. people are allowed to go in, but when you leave you are patted down to see if you have taken anything- but I have found a solution to this. it took a while for me to figure it out (how to take things for the day, then get them back by the end) because there are only a few things that you are allowed to borrow- and you are only allowed to have them for the one day; plus your PC nags you all day on how valuable it is and it cannot be lost.
"I don't suppose this is a good idea, Ellie Platts." my PC chimes, digitally inserting my name.
"Shut it. PC- take a 10 minute break, hack up, underscore, down, down, left." I jam my PC with thought-commands and it sputters for a moment then my mind falls silent once again.
I continue towards the archives and walk down the long dimly lit hallway. the archive is the only branch of the building that has actual wooden doors with class windows; but it had still been modified with a pass code lock- which is different every time a student comes. A projector-cam will examine you then if your clean (literally and as in not a rule-breaking citizen; and you have to be a student attending the school) it will give you the pass code and you can enter.
when I come close to the archive doors, the projector-cam hovers down and spirals around me, flashing a green light and revealing the pass code for the door. the cams only examine your clothing and not inside you- because nobody has been stupid enough to swallow an ancient piece from the archive; no one except for me. when I want to take something from the archive that your not supposed to be able to take, I take and air tight, water proof pouch and put the piece that I want in it. I then put it in my mouth and hold it there until the cams clear me. I can never take things that are big, because my mouth obviously bulges. another problem with archive items you are not supposed to take are the boxes that they are stored in- you can only view a projection of them. but I also figured how to jam that.
I start with box 29 in the "no-take" section and vies the contents; searching for a small writing stick and the thin crumbly sheet you write on. we were taught that this was an old style of tracking data- you press the stick on the paper and drag it across and its supposed to leave a trail of what you are trying to form. the stick is called a pen and the sheet is paper. I don't know why anyone would use that when you can just enter data into a computer or hover-screen.
"That's odd..." a voice comes that is not owned by my PC. I look up and around, but I don't see anyone in sight. I go back to searching through my box, figuring I had just been hearing things. but next thing I know, I feel something hot on my next. I turn around quickly and accidentally drop the box on the ground- hearing it thud against the cold tiles.
"Wh-who are you...?" I sputter, staring at the godly figure in front of me.
