Akui had just put the finishing touches on her hair, having her rather loud Neon Pink hair spiked just the way she liked it, and she was just about to hand back out...until her hand touched the doorknob. Her hand was trembling, and she just noticed she was getting major heart flutters and her palms were sweaty and a bit clammy.
Yep, it was official: she was definitely awake, because this was reality, and she couldn't handle reality without a little help from her one true friend...her trusty syringe. She was in a predicament, however: her stupid and obnoxiously rude new roommate distracted her in such a fashion that she was unable to take her usual injection, and her syringe was out there near her bed...but so was the new girl. Not only did Akui not want her to discover the secret she hid so well, there was no way she could even make it out there: her whole body was trembling now, her legs felt like jiggling gelatin, she felt like her lungs had been removed, and her eyes were tearing up followed by faint sobs escaping her throat without her permission. She had to do something quick...and that's when she remembered the medicine cabinet.
Akui quickly turned around and forced herself to walk to the cabinet, her forced walk turning into more of a scramble and as she made it to the sink and reached one shaky arm towards the cabinet the drive to get sick flooded her body. She shut her mouth and did her best to keep in control of her stomach as she grabbed the handle and slowly opened the door to the cabinet. there was a bunch of different things in there, like aspirin, nasal spray, even some cologne and aftershave from a previous student...but Akui only cared about the syringe on the far right. She tried twice to snatch it, failing the first time, succeeding the second time while also knocked over a few bottles and a can that clattered to the floor.
Once she grabbed it was exactly when her legs gave out, and she collapsed on her butt on the bathroom floor. Her sobs having gotten louder and tears running down her face, it took everything she had just to pull down the back of her hoodie collar and stick the syringe in it's usual spot in the back of her neck and push until it couldn't go any further. First she felt a sudden rush of cold at the injection site, which quickly flooded through her entire body, but it was soon replaced by a numb sensation. Finally, her vision became hazy and cloudy, and it was about that time the sobs stopped coming and the tears stopped flowing.
Akui took in a single deep breath, and since it was met with no resistance or urge to cry or puke, she knew she was okay. She got up and grabbed a towel to wipe away the tears and performed a couple of stretches to un-cramp her body from her tremors. Now that everything was right in her reality, she turned the knob and walked out the door.
She left the bathroom just in time to see her new and undesired roommate unpacking some gadgets, but she didn't get a good look at them. She did get a good look at her guns, however, and if there could be a spark in Akui's eyes there would have been at that moment. She walked a bit closer and peered over the girls shoulder, getting a better look at her weapons of choice, before deciding she should open up some sort of conversation.
Akui wasn't sure how this new girl would react about someone else wanting to touch her weapon, and Akui didn't really want to ask or beg...plus, she had already been rude to her, so why not return the favor. 'Well, like it or not, you're my f****** roommate now, so you'll probably find this s*** out sooner or later anyway. Might as well get this s*** over and done with then...'
Akui felt deep down within her, then looked at the girl's guns. A very faint pink aura emanated from them as they floated up and above the girl's head (and her reach) and over to Akui, who held them suspended in mid-air as she observed them. After about ten seconds of observation, Akui already knew approximately eighty-five percent of what there was to know about these weapons, and she placed one of them on the girl's lap.
'Desert Eagle, Mark XIX. .50 AE Caliber. Titanium gold, Custom make. Compartment scope, laser sight.' She said in a rather matter-of-fact tone, almost sounding robotic. He then crossed her arms and stared more intently at the guns, having it rotate a few times...before have it disassemble in mid air.
Akui balanced all the pieces in mid-air as she continued to inspect them, quickly bring one piece closer to her and rotating it, then putting it back in it's little floating space as she focused on another. Once she had inspected all the pieces, she spoke again.
'Self-reloading, upgraded to full-auto. Still an 8-round mag. Adjustments made to reduce recoil...smart choice given your weak frame.' Akui then reassembled the gun as quick as she had disassembled it, all in mid-air, and then put it in the girl's lap atop it's sibling. 'Overall, not too f****** shabby, assuming you made it yourself like everyone else here. Definitely seen worse, the work you put into it shows the effort as opposed to the s****y workmanship that goes into your average piece these days. However, there is definitely room for improvement: with a bit more know how, you could have adjusted them so that they would have almost zero recoil. Also, you've added Dust capability, but it seems f****** primitive. You should also clean them a bit more often, their design causes buildup more rapidly and drops their performance a bit quicker than other designs, so get all the s*** out of them at least two or three times a week, depending on usage...although it wouldn't hurt to be f****** responsible and clean them after each use like you should be doing anyway.'
Akui then flopped on her bed and looked up at the ceiling, letting her mind guide her on what to do next, now that sleeping the day away was no longer an option.