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Perpetual Motion
(The prompt was to write about some weird character habit that only makes sense to the character)
She's the queen of multitasking; getting two or three things done at one go. She lives in a perpetual state of urgency. She wants to be efficient in every aspect of her life. She would be on the phone setting up meetings while she's sending out emails. She pays her bills online via her mobile phone while she's standing in line at the supermarket to pay for her groceries. She's got the washing machine on spin cycle while dinner's cooking in the oven while she's still doing something else. Her friends would tease her that while she's having sex, she's brainstorming for her next client presentation. That's how she got her nickname: Bunny - a parody of Rabbit, as in both Alice in Wonderland and Winnie the Pooh.
It was that one time during her infrequent one night stands (She really doesn't like them as they would only let her do one thing) that her ultimate multi-tasking habit was revealed. She forgot to lock the bathroom door and he just barged in. He stood in bewilderment as he tried to fathom what he was seeing.
"What are you doing?" He asked, wording out the question slowly, as decently as possible as if he were approaching a wild animal.
"Multi-tasking." She said non-nonchalantly but she let him feel her irritation.
"Why would you multi-task that? Or those, for that matter?"
"It saves time and energy."
"Oh." He said and hesitated on whether he'd come in or leave her to it. He chose the latter. He was bewildered by what he saw but he patiently waited his turn at the bathroom. When she stepped out, she confronted him.
"You're judging me. Don't. I don't need to explain it to you. I don't need to explain myself to you."
"Of course, Of course." He was taken aback.
"It saves me time. That's all I have to say."
"It just doesn't make any sense."
"Not to you." She started fixing the bed as she began her litany. She knew she didn't need to, seeing as this was a motel, bit it's either that or she strangles him. "So I smoke while I'm brushing my teeth at the same time. You don't have to understand it and you sure as hell don't need to stay here."
At least he had the sense to feel ashamed. "I'm sorry..." He said as he dressed up and left.
As soon as he closed the door, she went through the usual range of emotions of hurt, anger, self-doubt and regret while she was on the phone calling the front desk to inform them that she's checking out. She brushed away the emotions as she was brushing her hair and putting on her shoes.
"Crap. I'm late..." She said as puts on her watch.
She's the queen of multitasking; getting two or three things done at one go. She lives in a perpetual state of urgency. She wants to be efficient in every aspect of her life. She would be on the phone setting up meetings while she's sending out emails. She pays her bills online via her mobile phone while she's standing in line at the supermarket to pay for her groceries. She's got the washing machine on spin cycle while dinner's cooking in the oven while she's still doing something else. Her friends would tease her that while she's having sex, she's brainstorming for her next client presentation. That's how she got her nickname: Bunny - a parody of Rabbit, as in both Alice in Wonderland and Winnie the Pooh.
It was that one time during her infrequent one night stands (She really doesn't like them as they would only let her do one thing) that her ultimate multi-tasking habit was revealed. She forgot to lock the bathroom door and he just barged in. He stood in bewilderment as he tried to fathom what he was seeing.
"What are you doing?" He asked, wording out the question slowly, as decently as possible as if he were approaching a wild animal.
"Multi-tasking." She said non-nonchalantly but she let him feel her irritation.
"Why would you multi-task that? Or those, for that matter?"
"It saves time and energy."
"Oh." He said and hesitated on whether he'd come in or leave her to it. He chose the latter. He was bewildered by what he saw but he patiently waited his turn at the bathroom. When she stepped out, she confronted him.
"You're judging me. Don't. I don't need to explain it to you. I don't need to explain myself to you."
"Of course, Of course." He was taken aback.
"It saves me time. That's all I have to say."
"It just doesn't make any sense."
"Not to you." She started fixing the bed as she began her litany. She knew she didn't need to, seeing as this was a motel, bit it's either that or she strangles him. "So I smoke while I'm brushing my teeth at the same time. You don't have to understand it and you sure as hell don't need to stay here."
At least he had the sense to feel ashamed. "I'm sorry..." He said as he dressed up and left.
As soon as he closed the door, she went through the usual range of emotions of hurt, anger, self-doubt and regret while she was on the phone calling the front desk to inform them that she's checking out. She brushed away the emotions as she was brushing her hair and putting on her shoes.
"Crap. I'm late..." She said as puts on her watch.
