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Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

It was raining again. It was just a light rain, one of those where you hardly even notice it. The only reason she knew it was raining was because occasionally a drop or two would hit the window. Aside from the race tracks the water left behind, there was nothing to be seen. It was dark outside and even the moon and stars over the ranch seemed to be muted tonight.

That was something that had always amused and confused the gijinka, there it was 3 AM and yet it was considered night. Wasn't the AM suppose to be day? Time sure was a weird thing. Not that it really mattered. Part of her wished she could just run out of time, offer it to someone else. She didn't want it anymore, she didn't have any use for it.

Maria turned her ebony gaze away from the window. She noticed the cup sitting on the TV tray she had set up. She had warmed up some milk earlier in the hopes that it would help her sleep, but she had hardly touched it and it was beyond useless now. It would probably be best to just dump it in the sink.

The Skarmory stood from the window seat and picked up the mug. As expected, her drink was now room temperature and less than appealing. She tred carefully, lightly, through the house and into the kitchen, trying her best to avoid waking her sleeping comrades. Luckily, most of them were heavy sleepers due to most of them also being rowdy at nearly all hours of the day and night. She knew the house well, having lived there for most of her life, but navigation wasn't the easiest thing in the darkness regardless.

It was a small victory making it into the kitchen without making a ruckus, although it didn't help Maria's mood any. She walked straight to the sink and leaned on the counter as she watched the white liquid escape through the drain on the bottom. With a soft sigh, she absently ran a hand through her short, silver hair. Sometimes she wished that she too could escape. She had functioning wings, but they didn't help. Where would she go? What would she do? More importantly, what would be the point? She didn't have the answers.

A light cough pulled her out of her reviere. Maria straighted quickly and turned around. In the dark she could only really make out one glowing red eye from the far corner of the kitchen. It was probably Poe. He was the only one who showed only one eye. Maybe he couldn't sleep either. Or maybe he was just up because it was night and he was a Dusclops. Who knew. Ghost types were odd to begin with and Poe was strange himself.

He didn't say anything as Maria crept back out of the kitchen, just watched her leave with that one faintly glowing red eye of his. He was weird, but he was okay. Add him to the list of things Maria envied. He was strange, but he was useful, he was content, things she wished desperately to be.

The Skarmory gijinka brought her hands to her face and just held them there for a few moments. She tried hard to chase the thoughts from her head before she lowered her arms again. She might as well try again to sleep. Some was better than none, right? She guessed so at least.

She made her way back to her room with minimal darkness-related hassle and plopped ungracefully onto her bed. Burrowing underneath her layered blankets, she made herself comfortable. Maybe it would work this time, maybe she would be able to sleep. She really hoped so. She was going to need the energy. It took a lot to get out of bed and even more to put on her mask in the morning.

Maria had always loved her armor. Because when she had it on, no one could hurt her. And no one could see her pain.

Description
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

It was raining again. It was just a light rain, one of those where you hardly even notice it. The only reason she knew it was raining was because occasionally a drop or two would hit the window. Aside from the race tracks the water left behind, there was nothing to be seen. It was dark outside and even the moon and stars over the ranch seemed to be muted tonight.

That was something that had always amused and confused the gijinka, there it was 3 AM and yet it was considered night. Wasn't the AM suppose to be day? Time sure was a weird thing. Not that it really mattered. Part of her wished she could just run out of time, offer it to someone else. She didn't want it anymore, she didn't have any use for it.

Maria turned her ebony gaze away from the window. She noticed the cup sitting on the TV tray she had set up. She had warmed up some milk earlier in the hopes that it would help her sleep, but she had hardly touched it and it was beyond useless now. It would probably be best to just dump it in the sink.

The Skarmory stood from the window seat and picked up the mug. As expected, her drink was now room temperature and less than appealing. She tred carefully, lightly, through the house and into the kitchen, trying her best to avoid waking her sleeping comrades. Luckily, most of them were heavy sleepers due to most of them also being rowdy at nearly all hours of the day and night. She knew the house well, having lived there for most of her life, but navigation wasn't the easiest thing in the darkness regardless.

It was a small victory making it into the kitchen without making a ruckus, although it didn't help Maria's mood any. She walked straight to the sink and leaned on the counter as she watched the white liquid escape through the drain on the bottom. With a soft sigh, she absently ran a hand through her short, silver hair. Sometimes she wished that she too could escape. She had functioning wings, but they didn't help. Where would she go? What would she do? More importantly, what would be the point? She didn't have the answers.

A light cough pulled her out of her reviere. Maria straighted quickly and turned around. In the dark she could only really make out one glowing red eye from the far corner of the kitchen. It was probably Poe. He was the only one who showed only one eye. Maybe he couldn't sleep either. Or maybe he was just up because it was night and he was a Dusclops. Who knew. Ghost types were odd to begin with and Poe was strange himself.

He didn't say anything as Maria crept back out of the kitchen, just watched her leave with that one faintly glowing red eye of his. He was weird, but he was okay. Add him to the list of things Maria envied. He was strange, but he was useful, he was content, things she wished desperately to be.

The Skarmory gijinka brought her hands to her face and just held them there for a few moments. She tried hard to chase the thoughts from her head before she lowered her arms again. She might as well try again to sleep. Some was better than none, right? She guessed so at least.

She made her way back to her room with minimal darkness-related hassle and plopped ungracefully onto her bed. Burrowing underneath her layered blankets, she made herself comfortable. Maybe it would work this time, maybe she would be able to sleep. She really hoped so. She was going to need the energy. It took a lot to get out of bed and even more to put on her mask in the morning.

Maria had always loved her armor. Because when she had it on, no one could hurt her. And no one could see her pain.