Samantha Rose Blake
Waking with a sigh in her soft bed, Samantha grumbled slightly and stretched out deftly like a cat. Running a hand through her hair, she decided she should visit her bathroom and wash her hair. Walking into the small studio apartment 'kitchen' she heated up a rather large pot of water on her one burner stove. Picking at her nails for a few moments, she peeked out the window at the dark light of the morning and took note of the people walking the perimeter of the Town. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled the pot from the stove and took it into the bathroom with her.
Beginning the tedious process of washing her long hair, she considered just... cutting it off. But decided not too. Finishing up, she braided her hair and moved to her bed to pull on clothes. Dressing swiftly, she decided it would be best to visit the Mess Hall for some coffee at the very least. It was the least she could do before starting her day. Gathering supplies from around her room, she slid her daggers into her belt and tucked her gun into the belt of her long tight pants. Keeping every part of your body covered was a good rule of thumb when everyone and his dead brother was out to get you.
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