Intoxication

Chapter 1

The tube, also known as the third layer of hell. A cheap, and more affordable way to travel. Millions of people use it everyday. Referring it as the Metro, Subway, and all of the above. Countries all around the world have their own system. Some more crowded than others. Most fashion forward cities, or even technologically advanced have a different level of the tube. 

Ella, however, much like most of London area, relied on the little blue piece of plastic to get her into that said third layer of hell. The blue Oyster card was her saving grace. It probably would continue to be said saving grace until the end of time. It got her to, and from the places that paid her bills. Work. Arguably, the fourth layer of hell. The credit card like thing would be her best friend... If the damned thing would work that is. 

London people, or even all of England, are stereotypically thought of polite and saying 'pip pip cheerio! Would you like a cuppa!?' and having tea with the Queen. Traveling around via ruby red double deck buses, and having 'sultry' accents. Ella, for one, can attest that she neither knows the Queen, or likes the bitter substance, known and loved by most called tea.

No. Sadly no. The real London, that most tourists don't know the reality of until they visit, is much faster paced. It's moved or get pushed. Eat or be eaten... and definitely, lots, of British cursing. They basically took over other people because they could. History agrees as well. The British literally beat the French out of Canada, and gave them a tiny sliver of it. They relocated Acadia, because they spoke French, and for Gods sakes, they appeased Hitler. She had quite little respect for her government, especially the man who claimed to be the British government. Seemed to be a bit of an arse really. Anyways, If you want polite and even respect, hop across the pond to Canada. The hockey playing geese people seemed decent.

Her thoughts got interrupted by what can only be described as a rude woman who obviously never went through the first world struggles of having your Oyster card provide the most stressful part of your life. "Lady, move your bloody arse would Yea?" Well no shit, I'm trying to move but being denied by this damn bloody piece of shit isn't helping anyone. Thanks for the update though. Totally helping me out.

"I'm late for work you twat!" The man behind her yelled, basically in her eardrum. Each complaint made her jump slightly. She, was not a fan of being shouted at. Ever since she was a kid. Usually, she'd sock the bastard in the face, but seeing as time was running low, there was little to no opportunity to do so, to her dismay. Maybe some time soon. Although she couldn't exactly say she'd never yelled at a poor sap in the same situation. What a poor bastard. Karma really is a bitch.

"Jesus Christ." She whispered softly, swiping the card through the slot numerous amounts of times. The  light kept appearing out of bloody no where, leaving her arm tired of its rapid moving. The constant swipping would be the honest death of her. Not even something interesting enough for Scotland Yard to investigate. Finally, after what seemed like a decade, the angry red light turned green, and let her through. She waded through the crowd, and fought to get to the car that she needed, before she'd be stranded in the over crowded tuna can of people.

The overly peppy woman over the intercom, sounding quite robotic, indicated the stop to Camden Town Tube Station, was leaving. Which meant if she missed it, she'd be late for work. Again. For the third time in a row this week. The brunette girl basically swam, and scratched her way through the crowd of people. The commonwealth games, human edition. The warning beep sailed through the air, telling passers-by the doors were closing. Which, as often as usual, was heard by a deaf ear. She pushed past the last wall of people, and clamored onto the tube. The doors closed smoothly behind her, with a comforting whoosh and poof. She let out a breath of relief. She could finally, indulge in a slight bit of relaxation. Before work that is, where phase 4 of hell would induce. Maybe even a phase 2, depending on the season.