Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
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Post by Laurie on Feb 25, 2007 1:27:50 GMT
She wasn’t a morning person per se, but a set the night before at work always left her feeling charged and full of adrenaline, and she bopped and bounced her way around the kitchen, lightly head-banging along to the radio, the station playing some random, energetic song or another. She was making herself some eggs for breakfast, before she crashed later in the morning — as she was wont to do — and as she made her way to the stove with the pan, ready to get going, she snapped her fingers.
Setting the pan aside, she ignited the stove with a playful, girly little grin, extinguishing the summoned flame with a flick of her wrist. After she got the eggs on the go, she started singing along, keeping her eye on her breakfast.
Wonder what happened to Mimi… She smirked, bottom lip between her teeth, and giggled. As if I don’t know…
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Jul 20, 2007 21:38:47 GMT
That breakfast had gone down a treat, and now, something she had once heard called ‘predator instinct’ was kicking in. She had had a long, successfully eventful night at work, and now that her stomach was full, sleepiness was starting to set in. As if her reluctance to move from the couch hadn’t been enough evidence, her wide, full yawn was a definite sign. Sleep was definitely looking like the right course of action, she thought to herself, and when she realised she was having trouble focusing on the television and the early morning cartoon she had flicked to, well, enough was enough.
“Okay, okay,” she mumbled, as if her body needed to hear her admit defeat, “bed, here I come.” She would shower when she woke up later, as she usually did on a day after a night at work. Right now, the only thing on her mind was getting into that big, fluffy bed as she stumbled lazily through the doorway after switching off the TV.
“Hello, comfy,” she said to the bed, taking a minute to change into her pyjamas. Jeans were great and all, but they weren’t exactly conducive to getting a restful sleep, she had learned. She changed into a baggier t-shirt to go with her PJ pants, and closed the drapes before finding her way onto the mattress. She hadn’t even managed to get under the blankets before she was out like a light.
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