Dainy sits in her garage, cranking the tire of her car up with a jack. Dainy doesn't care about these new standards and tools, she is just trying to live in this sci-fi world. Sci-fi in her eyes atleast. Nothing seems or feels the same...she remembers waking up and running out of bed at 9:00am to go eat breakfast and sit on the funky couch with zigzags to watch old cartoons her parents put on. She can't go back to the simplicity of being a child, the time when she didn't have to worry about tough shit. It was all good, but growing up exists, she wishes it didn't. Don't we all? She remembers running outside on a clear starry night with her mom and dad, sitting down on the moist grass to look up at the constellations. The only stars she sees now is the city lights. She just doesn't see people having fun either. Its always, "He said...", and "She said..." Who cares about what they said? Can't humanity just love eachother instead of trying to scuffle like brain-dead animals fighting for scraps on the street? We can be so much more than that. Humanity is intelligent, thats why we are at the top of the food chain. We don't act like it though. Its like we are unevolving, mentally and physically. No one listens to Dainy though, other than her conciousness. And the main difference between a person and her conciousness is that people give feedback, her conciousness gives nothing but the same opinion. At this point, her mind is a whole soap opera, an emotional mess, if you will. Thats why sometimes, she doesn't think at all. Why does life have to be so hard?

Dainy stands up, looking at the fixes she made. She has this childish expression on her freckled face. "That'll do it! Fixed 'er right up." she exclaims, putting her hands on her hips. Atleast her child-like personality didn't fade all too much. She gives the hood of the car a good pat, a soft thunking sound being made from the connection between her hand and the metal. Some gross oil residue stained her overalls and gloves but she just brushes it off. Theres worse to ponder about. "Dern, I'll just have to wash 'em up when I get the chance to." Dainy murmurs to herself, a long sigh flowing out of her mouth smoothly. The gap in her teeth cause a small whistle, shes used to it. Dainy pulls the dirtied gloves off and places them down on her workbench. Her hands are calloused from continuous hard work. She is exhausted to be honest and some ice pack gloves would be a good idea if a business hasn't already made something as specific as that. Since she doesn't have that extra money, she decides she is gonna use what she has. She snatches her tape off the wall and wearily trudges out of her garage. She opens her small freezer and pulls out two ice packs, inspecting them for holes and such. Next, she grabs some gloves she never uses from her laundry room. Lastly, she slaps together some makeshift 'cooler-gloves'...? Thats the best name she has for these. She slips them on and lets out a small content exhale. She hears a loud knock on her front door, causing one of her ginger eyebrows to raise up in confusion. At 10:00pm? She has watched horror movies and last time she checked, people who answer doors are either the main character or the first or second one to die. She isn't the main character and she most definitely isn't gonna be the first or second to die. Theres another knock. "Tch...fine, I guess I'll open the door..." Dainy mumbles, starting to the door. She pulls the gloves off and twists the door handle, opening the door caustiously. There stands a woman with dazzling blue eyes and blonde hair. "Hello, Dainella!" the woman greets joyfully. Dainy hasn't seen this person in years. She thought she had moved away. "Oh, uh...hey, Renielle..." Dainy mutters, looking to the side. Renielle smiles, her rose colored lips pointing upwards. "I wanted to speak to you. I know it is quite weird that I turned up at such a late time." Renielle explains sweetly. Dainy sighs and pushes some of her ginger curls from her face. "I suppose so..." Dainy says. Dainy steps to the side and motions for Renielle to come in. Renielle nods and steps inside. "Wow, your home has changed a bit since the last I have been here!" Renielle notices, pointing to some of the new things she sees. "I mean, yea. We haven't seen eachother in about...2 years...?" Dainy awkwardly utters. "But where is your happiness? You used to be so full of light, Dainella." Reinelle asks. "But where is my happiness?" Dainy stiffles a laugh, "I'm still full of it!" Reinelle chuckles some. "Thats nice to hear, well..." Reinelle sits down on the closest couch, "Let's have a little chat, Dainella."