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No One's Here to Sleep

Chiara Masina Oneshot (Day 7, post announcement)

Located on the second floor of The Quarters building, the sleeping quarters themselves were periodically updated throughout the operating life of the station. Initially simple rooms with a bed, desk, and end-table, the contents were improved upon over the years, though most personal touches have been removed. Each of the rooms comes off the main corridor that runs down the center of the floor and are roughly five square meters in size. The rooms all contain a single bed frame topped with a moldy mattress, a thin wooden desk with a basic plastic seated chair, and a full-length mirror hanging off the wall. The floor and the rooms themselves are all covered in a layer of dust and debris from the years of abandonment and there is a noticeable draft of cold air that flows through the floor whenever it is windy.
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No One's Here to Sleep

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((Chiara Masina continued from DEFINITELY Would Not Rec))

Chiara stared at her reflection in the hand mirror. The announcement had finished up a few moments ago, and it confirmed the horror she had imagined numerous times since yesterday. She and Derek were both on the announcements; Derek for accidentally killing Ty, and her for killing Daenerys Todd. So that was the name of the girl who had attacked them. Chiara had remembered the name from the announcements, partially for being a unique name, but mostly because Daenerys Todd was a killer. Chiara had killed a repeat murderer.

But what good did that mean? Ty was still dead, and the game wasn't over because Daenerys died. Now everyone would know Chiara had blood on her hands. They'd either come after her for revenge or because they think she'd be an even greater threat for killing that girl. Some might thank her, but Chiara doubted anyone would boldly admit to being glad Daenerys was dead.

Chiara looked at her disheveled faced in her mirror. Her makeup had smeared all over, her skin looked dry and drained of color, and her hair was a mess. Chiara sighed. This really wasn't the time for vanity, but even she couldn't deny she hated the sight of her own reflection. She had chosen her face to be a canvas for art, and now it looked more like something by Bosch.

She wiped her eyes, then reached into her nearby makeup bag. The time for beauty and art was over. She reached in and pulled out a makeup wipe. She began wiping, watching the mascara streaks and colored eyeshadow disappear. Once she was bare faced, Chiara reached back to her bag and pulled out a small hair brush. She quickly brushed her hair so it laid flat, trying to get out any knots she could.

Once she was done, Chiara looked at her reflection. There she was, looking as she did whenever she woke up in the morning. No bright colors, no lipstick, no thick lashes. Just the girl her parents had created all those years ago, whose entire life was to bring her to this moment in time.

She heard Derek moving, so she quickly packed her makeup supplies. It was time to move on, and time to leave her craft behind.

((Chiara Masina continued in And No Lessons Were Learned))
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