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- Posted: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 03:44:55 +0000
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❝ Waking up in a strange place is difficult enough, but awakening to the sound of strange voices is even worse. Jez's sleep that night was far from sound and deep. She sits up with a groan and rubs at her mess of snowy locks as her head whirls with the psyches of the patrons of the tavern. A faint headache pounds in her temple, threatening to turn into something worse if not tended to. The teen wastes no time in scurrying across her room to her canvas backpack to fetch some pain killers. Along the way she feebly works to quiet the intruding thoughts and barely succeeds. She retreats into the bathroom for a long while, attempting to make herself presentable. After nearly an hour passes, the girl leaves the bathroom with her hair in a messy, wet bun and minimal makeup that barely covers the bags under her grey eyes. She manages to throw together a presentable outfit from her handy pack before giving her weary look once last glance in the mirror. She leaves her room, slumped in her exhaustion and letting out a prolonged yawn.
It's a surprise Jez even makes it downstairs without tripping down the steps amongst her usual clumsiness and current fatigue. Still, she finds herself stumbling into the bar area of the tavern and plopping herself onto one of the stools. But of course, she doesn't do this without a thorough reading of the people present. At least, as thorough a reading she can do in such a weary state. The girl's dim grey eyes flicker about in search of someone willing to get her coffee. Her hand reaches to her pocket where her key and some currency resides in preparation. Surprisingly, she hesitates in deciding upon her desire for coffee. In one hand, the psychic enjoys being exhausted as she receives little to no interruption from the minds of those around her. But still, she's less alert to her surroundings and such a weakness could bring about some terrible consequences. Thus, the blonde lets out a sigh and waits to be served some delicious liquid ambrosia. ❞
It's a surprise Jez even makes it downstairs without tripping down the steps amongst her usual clumsiness and current fatigue. Still, she finds herself stumbling into the bar area of the tavern and plopping herself onto one of the stools. But of course, she doesn't do this without a thorough reading of the people present. At least, as thorough a reading she can do in such a weary state. The girl's dim grey eyes flicker about in search of someone willing to get her coffee. Her hand reaches to her pocket where her key and some currency resides in preparation. Surprisingly, she hesitates in deciding upon her desire for coffee. In one hand, the psychic enjoys being exhausted as she receives little to no interruption from the minds of those around her. But still, she's less alert to her surroundings and such a weakness could bring about some terrible consequences. Thus, the blonde lets out a sigh and waits to be served some delicious liquid ambrosia. ❞
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ғσяɢιѵєɳєss is the attribute of the sȶrσɳɢ.."