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The Hammer - Rodent - 08-15-2010
The sink was black and spotless. Water flowed into it liberally, and vanished into it's depths, but that was the least of the user's concerns. Callused hands went into the flowing water, and quickly went out again, in a rhythmic sort of motion. But then, the user was a rhythmic sort of person.
Careful black hair was already tied back in a bun. It was easier to keep them that way, there was no time for accessories. Francesca Santorini looked back at her reflection in the mirror. A hard face, she couldn't recall a time when it had not been hard. Her parents had found it difficult to think of her as a child, and so she had, technically, led the life of an adult since birth. A few years had passed since that time, and she recalled those times with a trace of wistfulness, but more of caution. Caution was in every action actually. A wrong step could get you killed, where she was.
She carefully washed her eyes open, and prepared herself for the long day to come. "Day" was not the correct term actually, more like "shift". Day and night had little to no bearing in her world. She carefully pulled off her nightgowns, again, more like sleeping dresses, and looked at herself for a moment.
A stout woman. More than stout actually. Not much of it was fat though, hard muscle comprised most of it. That, coupled with her face made her a fearsome figure. Mumbling to herself, she moved with surprising quickness to her wardrobe, it contained surprisingly little for a woman's locker. A few sets of uniforms, and a single dress for the off occasion.
What was distinguishing however was that each dress was cleaned and pressed with preciseness, they were crisp and quite good to look at. She took out an uniform at random and looked at it for a while. Khaki color, utilitarian in the extreme, made to fit her girth and size. For a moment, she allowed herself to drift into memories of hard training, one she had relished. She had always relished Order, and caution even more so. They formed two massive chunks of her personality, and also formed a wall that was hard to break though.
She was not cold, not exactly, but very cautious of anyone and everyone, and that wall didn't go down easily. Putting on the uniform with methodical steps, she quickly dressed herself properly and looked at herself in the mirror once more. Her attention drifted to the badge and the insignia.
Sub Lieutenant Francesa Santorini, Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army.