...But there's a lot of commotion going on in the room where she's sleeping. People around her scrambling, looking for things of theirs, moving around in huffs and puffs. There's no way a girl could hope to get any rest like this, and so, with great reluctance, she makes her way out of bed. Her bright red hair is a mop of bedhead, with locks of it poking out to and fro. Her dark blue school uniform has a strong musk attached to it, the unmistakable odor of cigarette smoke. Falling asleep in her clothes isn't anything new. She immediately checks around for her phone, hoping to see a message, the message--
Her phone's gone. Her camera, too. That's kind of the way it goes when you wake up in an unfamiliar room, but it seems like she's only just catching on to that. ]
Ah.
[ This is...pretty new. Where did she fall asleep this time?
She splashes some water on her face, fixes her hair, and immediately looks for the dining hall. She's not one to deny free food, after all, and she pulls food on her plate like she's going to the chair. The warm breakfast food piles up on her dish like a mountain, and she's even got quite the eclectic bowl of cereal next to her on the dining room table, too; colorful and plain-looking cereals alike occupy the same space, making for quite the peculiar meal. She seemingly has no qualms over the possibility of it being poisoned, or otherwise tainted; it's food, and it's warm, and it's good, and it's there, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Seemingly unconcerned with anyone who sees her voraciously devouring her food, if anyone looks at her, all she'll have to say is-- ]
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Date: 2018-11-25 07:00 pm (UTC)...But there's a lot of commotion going on in the room where she's sleeping. People around her scrambling, looking for things of theirs, moving around in huffs and puffs. There's no way a girl could hope to get any rest like this, and so, with great reluctance, she makes her way out of bed. Her bright red hair is a mop of bedhead, with locks of it poking out to and fro. Her dark blue school uniform has a strong musk attached to it, the unmistakable odor of cigarette smoke. Falling asleep in her clothes isn't anything new. She immediately checks around for her phone, hoping to see a message, the message--
Her phone's gone. Her camera, too. That's kind of the way it goes when you wake up in an unfamiliar room, but it seems like she's only just catching on to that. ]
Ah.
[ This is...pretty new. Where did she fall asleep this time?
She splashes some water on her face, fixes her hair, and immediately looks for the dining hall. She's not one to deny free food, after all, and she pulls food on her plate like she's going to the chair. The warm breakfast food piles up on her dish like a mountain, and she's even got quite the eclectic bowl of cereal next to her on the dining room table, too; colorful and plain-looking cereals alike occupy the same space, making for quite the peculiar meal. She seemingly has no qualms over the possibility of it being poisoned, or otherwise tainted; it's food, and it's warm, and it's good, and it's there, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Seemingly unconcerned with anyone who sees her voraciously devouring her food, if anyone looks at her, all she'll have to say is-- ]
Want a bite?