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Costume TF continued..
Days past, days turned to weeks and I hadn't moved from that spot since I was changed, I don't know why but I was starting to be at ease with being a Xenomorph, I didn't know if it was the costumes comforts or if it was just messing with my head, I couldn't sit here any longer though....getting hungry....after I raid the fridge.....I'll try to figure this shit out.
The house was a complete mess, it could've reminded you of 'No man's land' from world war one. A large pile of post was gathering at the door, tables and chairs were slung to the floor, a huge packing box was on its side, packing peanuts all over the floor, paper and other household nick nacks were littered everywhere, lamps were on their sides and the TV on top of a wooden case in the corner was smashed in
.even the wall mirror was broken, a deep splintered crack in the middle of it as if som
Dress Code Pt 1“Hi, how may I help you?” Sandra fought the urge to cringe as the receptionist looked up at her. Sandra didn’t know why, but there was something about the receptionist that made her feel uneasy. She couldn’t decide if it was those cool blue eyes gazing merrily at her from behind her grey-rimmed spectacles, or her flawless but slightly pale skin that needed a tan, the way that she always had her black hair in a tight bun, or that she wore the same white blouse, pleated black skirt, and matching dress coat.
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Or maybe it was the fact that she was always there! Sandra had been working at the Crump Industries for three months and every day the same receptionist was there when she arrived for work, and every time Sandra saw her, she looked fresh and energetic, like she had woken up barely an hour ago. Sandra had seen many different expressions on her colleague’s faces, stress, boredom, fatigue, weariness, even anger. But the face of the receptionist never