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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Vertos Household
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Use the mentions???

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Some people wake up at 6 am and say they've woken up early. Other people like Mortimer wake up at 3 am and stay up the entire day. The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kcOpyM9cBg]classical music[/url] blared through her earphones, the climax of the song causing her blood to rush and her eyes stay focused. She held a paintbrush in her left hand, ferociously dragging it across the canvass and creating a new art piece. Abstract art was something that she appreciated very much. The way that you didn't need to know what it was to understand it. The way that no one was supposed to have one definition of it. The way that it allowed her to transport herself into another tiny world where nothing made sense so she was [i]normal.[/i] Or however close to normal anyone can get. 

Her hands were covered in paint all the way up to her elbow and a [i]lot[/i] on her black apron. There was so much crimson red paint that it would look like she had just finished an operation of sorts. Mortimer let out a sigh, taking off her earphones and looking out over to the awning window that was cracked open and listening to the birds chirp, letting her know that it was time to get out of the house and into a hellhole. She sighed yet again, setting her paintbrush down and sitting down on the plain white wooden chair that was behind her. This peace and quiet was all she could ask for. Her perfect little basement that looks like a professional art studio. Her own art was hung all over the room, framed and all. They mocked her. Letting her know that she maybe [i]could[/i] to better but couldn't all the same. Others would see her art and look at it in awe, at times praising her for the talent that they claimed she had. But right now she could close her eyes and enjoy the calm. The calm that no one co- 

[b]"MORTIMER. GET YOUR ASS UP HERE. YOU. HAVE. SCHOOL!"[/b]

So much for that. Mortimer stood back up, walking over to the sink and rinsing out the cups and cleaning her brushes. She looked up at the mirror above her. The mirror that was hanged on her walls that were painted white. The black and white checkered rug beneath her. Her basement that wasn't really hers was perfect. The red paint on her hands weren't coming off easily. They had been there for too long. Bits of orange, yellow, black, and blue paint also covered her hands and arms. She didn't really care at this point. Mortimer left the paint as it was and went up the basement stairs and walked to her room. Finally she got changed into her outfit for the day and pulled on a pair of see through latex gloves. 

Once Mortimer had her black and white messenger bag hung across her shoulder, she headed down the stairs and to the dining room. Her father was cooking with a smile on his face and her mother was trying to find something. [color=FFCCCC]"Good morning."[/color] she said, looking around to see where Wolfen was. Where's her ride? Her mother jerked her head up and quickly opened her mouth to say good morning when she looked at Mortimer's clothes. 

"Really?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. "I mean [i]really?[/i] What are those? What is that? I mean c'mon... can't you... slut it up just a little bit? Aren't teens into like, I dunno, booty shorts and crop tops? Show off some of your bod while it isn't wrinkly and just old. You found that in the men's section, didn't you." Mortimer opened her mouth just a bit, thinking of what to respond with. I mean, what kind of mother tells you to [i]"slut it up?[/i] She looked down at her white blouse that didn't even show a little bit of skin. Mortimer unbuttoned one and looked up. [color=FFCCCC]"There, [i]mom.[/i] Slutty enough? Where's Wolfy?"[/color] she asked her, going over to her father for breakfast. He handed her a plate with heart shaped waffles, apple slices, and scrambled eggs along with a kiss on a cheek. 

"Honey, give her a break. She likes guy clothes. There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe can like whatever and whoever she wants, no matter what." Wait. Did he just hint at the fact that he thought she was lesbian? Mortimer looked up and raised an eyebrow but didn't even bother with a response. He didn't mean any harm after all. Wolfen soon came down the stairs loudly followed by her adorable little sister. 

"Mooorrrtttyyyyy. Can you buy a cake for  

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