(open) Thinking about nothing

[Gypsy]

Another year older and nothing done on her birthday which mind you was fine with her. She celebrated it in her own way and it was usually cleaning her weapons and practicing. It wasn't like she actually cared about her birthday anymore. Actually she really never cared about it. Even as a small child it was just another day for them to say that she could take on a new client now or a new type of training. She shrugged it off and went back to cleaning her weapons. At the moment it was her throwing knives. A few were sitting next to her while she cleaned the one that was in her hand. These little guys came in handy most of the time. She could easily slip them in wherever they went. Of course she's found all the good places to hide them should they be frisked before going into a party. Usually they weren't and any big items with them would automatically be taken. No you had to play it smart and as the head Merch for the ladies she did just that.

She took a deep breath. Something was on her mind but she couldn't figure out at the moment what it was. Maybe she needed a good rump in a bed. She didn't care with what gender ether. It had been awhile since she's had any fun of that nature. Of course there was always the prospect of finding another job and making their little nest egg bigger. They never used to much money. Well Gypsy never used to much of her share unless the ship needed to be repaired in which she'd actually do something about it. Mostly cause everyone would chip in. You had to keep your boat flying and Aphrodite was never in huge disrepair ever anyways. She set aside the knife she had just finished cleaning and picked up the next one. You could defiantly tell which were clean and which were dirty. Least if you were her and knew how she liked to keep her weapons.

She was engrossed in her thoughts and her cleaning that she didn't hear anyone come into her room let alone anyone walking around on the ship. However that was not to say that she wouldn't know when someone was on the ship that wasn't supposed to be. No the sounds she wasn't hearing were the normal ones that happened when the rest of the girls were back and doing things

[Roxanne]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Roxanne wasn’t unaware of what day it was. She never was when it came to important dates in her and her sister’s lives-birthdays, parent’s death, the day they escaped....-but knew how her eldest sister felt about things. Gypsy had never been one to celebrate anything, even before their parents had died. The night before she had spent out on her own, on the prowl. Yet nothing had really happened worth remembering then. After a very forgettable night with some local, she had found her way back to the ship in a sleepy daze. She hadn’t slept very well because she didn’t want to have a terror in some strangers house. She had been a bit selfish in not inviting anyone to go out with her since the girls all spent so much time together. Roxanne loved them all dearly but she just had to get out at times on her own when they were planetside.

Now that she was back coffee was the first thing she had to get. Cheap caffeine had become a regular thing in her diet aside from the pills she bought. When she was able to get her sleeping pills, it was like they were heaven sent. They weren’t really legal for sleep as they were more on the narc side of pills but they knocked her out cold. That was the only way she could sleep without waking up within a couple hours. The only downside was that Roxanne had to lock them up whenever she got them. Viper had a bit of a problem when it came to pills and Roxanne couldn’t afford to share hers. Well, technically she could but she pretended she couldn’t. Like most of the core crew they didn’t really spend much when they got money. Usually the girls siphoned it all back into the Aphrodite. The only time Roxanne went a little crazy was with new corsets since it was her favorite thing to wear whenever she wasn’t on the ship.

Once she had made a couple cups for her and her sister, Roxanne yawned as she made it to each of their liking. As she sipped at hers, she moved through the ship. Her heels snagged on the bits of grated floors but she saved herself. Years of training at the doxy house helped her to save herself without letting the hot drinks go. As she neared their bedroom she didn’t even bother to knock. Roxanne just pushed the door aside and walked into the small room. Gypsy could usually be found cleaning her weapons but right now she was going a bit more in depth then Roxanne normally saw her do. Setting the cup in front of the barely older girl, Roxanne set her own on a small table. ”Please tell me you at least slept a bit before you started on your babies.” Not particularly shy, she began to undress from her clothing from the night before into something more comfortable. A simple top with a longer shirt thrown over it and more comfortable jeans. As she plopped down on the bed, she leaned forward in an attempt to find her slippers, what she normally wore around the ship.

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[Gypsy]

Gypsy had not seen her sister when she had gotten back to the ship that night or well at any time that night for that matter. She hadn't exactly had sleep really. She shrugged even those thoughts off as the continued it would seem to absent mindedly clean her knives. She was one of those people who could be thinking about everything and nothing all at the same time. Her face vacant of any expression and her body doing everything by muscle memory. Everything got done perfectly and she could zone out and it wouldn't matter. It was why it didn't matter that she hadn't exactly slept really. She could rest herself and not need the sleep really. After all it wasn't until she was beyond exhausted that she actually slept anyways. She did wonder what her sister had been doing every night. She was sure that she was out with the locals. She enjoyed or rather liked having sex more than Gyspy did in the first place sorta. Sex was not really a thing that Gyspy cared to call anything special really. After all when you had grown up in a Doxy house it didn't really matter. Still something fluttered on the edges of her mind and she couldn't let that go at the moment. She continued to clean nonetheless searching for what it was that was bugging her.

It was probably the lack of a job and going a bit stir crazy. She looked up as she heard her sister's voice. She didn't have a clue on how long the other had been there as she was a little too into what she was doing. "When do I actually sleep Roxy?" That was all she said before she turned herself fully into the fact that she now had company in the room and that there was a cup of coffee that was sitting there. "Do anything worth remembering dear sister?" She gave her sister a smile and picked up the cup of coffee and began to sip on it while she let her knife she was cleaning sit on her lap. She watched as her sister got more comfortable. She only watching because she wanted to make sure that her sister hadn't been ruffed up in any way really. She laughed as her sister plopped down on the bed. She moved a few things over and put down her cup of coffee before going back to cleaning. After all her sister knew exactly what she'd be doing anyways. Gypsy was always softer and had a smile on her face when she was with her sister. A sort of different elagance formulated when her sister was close and they were alone together. She'd do anything for her sister and that included getting killed or killing someone else.

It had been many years now since they lost their parents and Gypsy knew that her sister had nightmares and that was why she had sleeping pills. They both dealt with the loss in a different way. It wasn't to say that Gypsy didn't care about it or had forgotten it. No it was just that she usually practiced or cleaned when it was bugging her. She tried to stay the rock for her sister and now it was just engrained in her. There had been times at the Doxy house that she had done things just so that her sister would not have to do them. It was just the way Gypsy was and it was the way she was alwas going to be. She'd gone through a quarter of her life and done more things then adults half her age and had kept her and sister out of trouble while doing it. There weren't many people who could say things like that.