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Ruby McCoal, monologue Day #237

Feb 11th, 2014
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  1. Ruby_McCoal grumbles, prying one eye open to find out she had fallen asleep immediatly after arriving from work. According to outside's lack of sunlight, night is still shrouding the colony; although the mare is no longer tired. Rolling off her bed with a groggy transition, she reach and descend the staircase leading to the ground floor where a lone fireplace struggles to feed the dying flames.
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  3. Tossing a log with a few twigs in the starving flames and making sure nothing leaks in the actual house, the red-ish pony aims her attention on the table centered in the living room where still lies a pair of tea cups, remnants of her last conversation that wasnt about rocks or nickel.
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  5. A short moment rubbing her sore eyes, Ruby trots inside the kitchen where resides the oven, heat fed from the fireplace. A filled kettle of boiled snow water still lies on its surface, slowing starting to boil as the heat rises from the mare's previous mending. Having grabbed one cup, the earth pony hastly clean it before setting it down on the counter where she reach for a pot of dried and crushed glowtree leaves, which she pour a pinch in the newly cleaned cup.
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  7. A minute pass before the water is ready for consumption, carefully pouring what she need in the leaves containing cup. Helping the mixing with the use of a conveniently near spoon, Ruby head back in the living room on her hind legs. Sitting down softly with a deep sigh, she silently curses the half ability to stand while being so unbalanced and weak, sipping her beverage in the same motion.
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  9. Heat waves carress the tip of her hind legs as the dancing flames hooks Ruby's rubies eyes, herself slouching down her blanket wrapped armchair with occasional sips from her redundant beverage. Not even the background noises from the not-too-far-away Inn manage to break her trance-like stare. Halfway shut eyes resting on the conforting fire, mind wandering on recent and not so recent events, she finishes her mug and wraps herself with the surrounding blanket, slowly rocking her consciousness away.
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