It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. The sun beat down on my bare arms as I paced back and forth in the lobby, my greenish gray skin glistening with sweat beneath the fluorescent lights. My long brown hair hung heavy against my neck from the ponytail I'd hastily secured it in that morning. Black pupils peered out from my red-ringed eyes as I glowered at the security desk, my jaw clenched with rage.
Inside the office, the usual tired-looking guard stared down at their keyboard, their fingers flying across the keys. They looked up when my frantic pounding began but didn't bother to get up or look at me, instead continuing to type away with a bored expression. Typical.
I slid my ID and reason for entry through the small slot connected to their office, slowly calming down and looking back at the guard with dead blood-shot eyes.
"Greetings, mortal." I mumbled, looking around the dark and dirty lobby.