Zema would sit in the grass, hoping secretly in her head she was killing some ants underneath her. She had just taken a bit of time to spoil and pamper herself out of the country, only to return to the usual crappy life. Browsing through a newspaper she had picked up, an emotionless expression stained her face. "Eh?" She said, noticing boring old murder stories and fires. Oh and that the hospital she'd blown up had a new hospital built over it already- or at least was near completion. Wasn't there anything new and exciting happening? With her hands she would then crumble the paper up and throw it back behind her somewhere.
Sighing out of boredom Zema would think to herself. What chaos should she start now? Maybe she could involve a certain book she had obtained before this time? That could be interesting. In her normal , favorite form, she moved her goggles from on top of her head where they were ever so snug, to over her eyes. This made everything a tint of yellow, and she silently checked her email.