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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 27, 2024 1:13:34 GMT
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 7, 2024 3:55:58 GMT
The familiarly cheerful bing-bong noise echoed throughout The Alma Matter Facility rousing The Candidates from their slumber. "The Black Cat Walks Alone To The Whispering Wind!" A cheerful voice spoke to The Candidates over the intercom. "Rise and shine Candidates! It's time for another fun filled day of training and education here at Alma Matter! All candidates wake up, fix your beds and proceed to the bathrooms to clean up! Deposit your clothes in the cleaning station please. Fresh clothes will be waiting for you on your beds when you're done! Thank you!"
A young man in a short sleeved white jumpsuit stirred from his slumber and returned to the waking world alongside the others. Their movements were in complete synchronization, deliberate and mechanical from the countless repetitions of their morning routine. Both The Boys And Girls Barracks were all moving as one to their respective bathrooms while they got changed out of their clothes and dropped them into a machine which would transport them to the washer for cleaning. They didn't pay it any mind and proceeded forward into the showers and turned them on to wash up for the day ahead.
As the shower water poured down on A3sn76r4Yd0 he felt the barracks outside of the shower melt away as it was replaced by the soothing melody of the showerhead's gentle hum. The scent of lavender wafted through the air, a subtle reminder of the calming essential oils they applied to their skin. He closed his eyes and let the warmth seep into him as it eased the stiffness of a long night spent in an rather uncomfortable sleep which was surprising because he'd always slept calmly and peacefully through the night before but this time he just wasn't unable to get comfortable. But it didn't matter now. He was already starting to relax again. The water pressure was just right. Not too strong, not too weak, just right as always and he felt his worries washing away with each passing moment. It was a moment of pure serenity, a chance to recharge and refocus before the training day he had ahead of him.
Once the shower ended they dried off, dropped their towels in a drying machine and returned to the barracks. A3sn76r4Yd0 grabbed his spare clothes and got dressed in another jumpsuit identical to the one he and the others slept in. It was a simple routine. Wake up, shower, get dressed, report to The Mess Hall for Breakfast, brush their teeth and then report to The Classroom to begin their education and they followed it to the letter every day. He finished getting dressed with them, put on his slip on shoes and he walked towards the door with the other. They waited together in a single fine line until the door slid open to reveal the long sterile cold metal hallway. They walked down the hallway in their single file line like always and like always they passed by the window showing the ocean and sealife outside. All the fish and oceanlife swimming past the facility repelled to stay away from it by the subliminal signals emitted by The Alma Matter's Defenses. This was where they lived. This was where they trained. At Alma Matter at the bottom of The Ocean.
It was for their own safety. To protect them and to allow them to train in safety far away from the bad things up there on the surface. So just like every day they walked right past it but this time, unlike every other day, the fingers A3sn76r4Yd0's left hand wiggled. He glanced down at it in confusion while he kept walking with the others. That had never happened before had it? He looked back up and forward as they continued marching single file down the hallway to The Mess Hall. As far as he could tell Xoghnkeeus, Qottkqrrfy, C10jtgyphy, H3lhlemtyq, Qwdsh6oxf1 and the others were still walking normally so why did his hand wiggle like that? Perhaps he slept on it wrong. He lowered his hand and waited with the others for the door to open up before they proceeded forward.
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