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The girl beat the drums, patting and pounding restlessly in her room. She had woken earlier, and had already set about her daily whims. A painting sat half finished, a strange cross of different ideas. Parts had been water painted to look like scenery, but it appeared as if Phobe had changed her mind several times, switching to painting with Q-tips, and then to a solid brush, where she left the painting an abomination with a few white segments that had not been filled with odd out of place scenery, or strange mocking faces. The girl put the drums down, bored with them just as fast as she had begun. A slowly melting Popsicle was suspended in her mouth, leaving a small spot on the floor where it dripped casually. She hummed a tune quickly, and then mimicked it on a small guitar. She frowned at this, before playing a different tune, which she seemed to enjoy. Halting to devour the dripping blueberry pop, discarding the stick in the nearest trash, which failed to catch the throw. The stick floundered to the floor nearby as Phobe stood, swaying lightly as her legs tingled and threatened to buckle, having fallen asleep with her recent antics.
Time to get dressed. A shower, and a sweater-like dress that covered enough for Phobe to run around in. Her small white tail peered out of a tiny hole cut in the cloth. Pressing it under was uncomfortable, after all. She had leggings up past her knees, but only wore slippers under that. Did Phobe have a room-mate? She was a heavy sleeper and usually too distracted. If a room-mate had moved in, they might have found the room messy, but set up. Phobe was typically roaming around, or sleeping out of sight. Her bed was set up fairly high, with a lot of space for things to be placed underneath. The bed was one of few things in the room that looked perfect, and not strewn about. The bed was neat and set up without error. Under it, was yet another bed hiding in the shadows, where Phobe really slept. Like the rest of the room, the small hidden romping pile of blankets was kept messy. Phobe preferred to simply crawl into her pile of comfort late at night to sleep. All manner of strange toys and baubles were lingering around the room, from random instruments, to empty or painted canvas, or other small toys. The rabbit kept music the closest, a large stereo headset that she hung around her neck. She couldn't put them on her droopy rabbit ears, so she hung them around her neck, playing music at a volume that others would have trouble hearing, but she heard perfectly. No music was playing, but the girl kept it around anyway, with a old retro CD player strapped to her bag, that hung over one shoulder. The large, ungainly, bag held more random odds and ends than typical supplies. Strangely enough, make-up was completely foreign to Phobe, with the exception of lipstick, which she actually enjoyed using from time to time. She strummed a bit longer on the guitar, ignorant of any other presence in her room. If she had a room mate, they had to be incredibly tolerant of her noise and messes. As far as Phobe was aware, she currently had no roomie, and the other side of the area was perfectly clean, waiting for an owner.
Phobe giggled. "Tut tut." She chided softly to herself, gazing at the mirror for a brief moment. She let the guitar she held slip and clang to the floor, staring at herself in the mirror. "I am not a puppy." She reminded herself, Brushing her hair down a bit, before retrieving her bag and player, and then exiting the room. Phobe didn't mind security, and rarely locked her door. She trotted away from her room and towards the dining hall, pausing as she passed the exit. There was a diner nearby. She considered going to eat there. She had a couple crumpled bills and some change, but would that buy anything? Phobes funds came in monthly checks, which the girl typically exhausted quickly on random things. Some sort of provider that was a caretaker for her family money, keeping her fed and comfortable with small constant checks. Whatever it was about, Phobe hardly knew or cared. She crossed her arms, tapping her feet with some rhythm as she bobbed with an internal song. "Turn it up!" She sang, bobbing in place as she flicked on the player, the grating sound as the CD started spinning and music starting on one of the songs recorded. It hummed out of her stereo headphones, to the bottom of her drooping rabbit ears. To others, this was probably static noise, but Phobe heard the song perfectly, and hummed along as she pondered her options. Left was the exit, leading in the direction of the diner nearby. Good food at a cost. Right, the buildings cafe, where food was cheaper and still not so bad. The lack of decision seemed to keep her rooted to her spot, bounding and humming as she thought, looking back and forth between her options.
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♫ ♪ Located at. . .Class time!
♫ ♪ Feeling like. . .Really really good!
♫ ♪ About to. . .Get breakfast!