[Academy RP] Monday Morning

[Acadia]

[WIP, will finish soon]

 

October 7, 2019

7:43 AM Corona Time

Epsilon, Corona Territory, Aurora

 

"Lucas, stop tugging on my tie!", yells a man at his son. The little boy, who has completely neglected his daily routine of putting on his school clothes, lets go of his father's tie. The father rubs his knuckles atop the boy's head playfully, then straightens his tie.

"Dad, stop it, I need to put my clothes for school!", the boy says. The father steps away and slips on his proper work shoes.

"Yes, I suppose you do. I don't think they'll let you wear your pajamas when running about in the classrooms." They both laugh and the boy runs off to the closet to change into some more proper clothing and ready himself for his upcoming lectures of education that would come in the next hours. The man walks into the living space of their small apartment. These kinds of accommodations were common across the crowded cities of Epsilon and other Coronan cities.

"I'm off for work! See you later!" The man walks up to his wife and gives her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, then hugs each of his three children, including the boy who had just ran out of the closet with half his clothes on backwards. Then, he was out the door. He hopped in his car, the one three spaces away from the entrance to the apartment tower. He would have taken a metro, but those were too busy Monday, especially this time of day. So, he had about three minutes of smooth driving, until he got to Kolonie Circle, where the traffic got extremely backed up. From there it was regular Epsilon traffic habits; the cars were bumper to bumper, no room to move, no way to change lanes, just the same .00000001 miles per hour that everyone goes until something happens that makes the jam move a slight 1% faster. No wonder people left for work so early.

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October 7, 2019

7:52 AM Aurora Time

Rabzidion, Capital, Aurora

 

The car slipped into a tunnel that lead to Rabzidion's Business District. This car, containing the woman who took sales at the seventh cubicle to the left of the door on the 3rd floor of 43 Raesternig Street, was headed for the very building where business was to be done. And yes, it was that woman that was behind the wheel. Now, the traffic in Rabzidion may not be as bad as Epsilon, but it still wasn't a dream. Like every large city, Rabzidion was packed with people slowly making, inching, their way toward their workplace.

The vehicle emerges from the tunnel, just to be impolitely stopped by the flash of red painted across one of Rabzidion's many traffic lights. The woman, as she waits for the long light to pass, looks around at the familiar grandeur of Aurora's capital. To her right was the magnificent Wetspaleis, home to the Parliament of Aurora. It's towering pillars soared above all the other cars, trucks, and buses retreating from the depths of the tunnel, making anyone around it feel small. Wonderful carvings from stone told the story of Aurora's history: An empire, once grand, falling to its knees, abused, just to rise again in magnificent glory. Up ahead, the Royal Palace, or the Koninklijk Paleis, could be seen above smaller buildings, with a statue of the first king of Aurora, Dennis I Alveon, founder of the United Kingdoms of Ardia and Aanbreck, holding a sword.

A honk from the car behind that of the woman surprises her and sweeps her away from her trance. She realizes that the light had finally altered its color from red to green, signalling the movement of vehicles. She begins moving forward, but for a moment, she had drifted away from the craziness of this regular Monday morning. Thinking about the history of this fine nation she found herself in...

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Edited November 3, 2019 by Aurora (see edit history)