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I almost missed an exam yesterday. For whatever reason, I was convinced I didn't have one, so I slept in. When I was waking up, I checked the app my college uses out of habit, and saw that I did, in fact, have an exam.

So I went full-panic mode, got ready in record time, skipped eating, and sprinted to the bus stop. Got to the exam room almost exactly half-an-hour after it had started, which is when they stop letting people in. Then I wrote it up and finished it with time to spare. 2 ez.
@The Mad Hatter
Works for me, I'll make a quick edit to my post.
@The Mad Hatter
Sounds good to me. I actually thought to ask about where everyone sleeps, but, well... didn't.

Phoebe's eyes blinked open, and instantly a small shot of panic coursed through her. She couldn't see anything. It was dark.

Of course it was dark. It was always dark in this new home of hers. It had been dark since the walls came up. As her heart picked up speed, she reached quickly next to the thin, tattered mattress she had been sleeping on, feeling around for her lighter and candle. Swallowing hard and fumbling a little, she managed to ignite the candle.

Resting on her side, she stared into the flame, doing her best to control her breathing and calm herself down. Starting the day with an attack would be a great way to ruin it. The daily morning struggle; it was unpleasant, but she was getting used to it. At least, as much as she could.

Feeling better, she sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Falling asleep was also a struggle. She'd blow out her candle, and just squeeze her eyes shut, convincing herself it wasn't actually pitch black. It sort of worked, as long as she kept her eyes closed. And eventually, she would fall asleep. She was a heavy sleeper, so once she managed that, she'd stay sleeping without trouble. Thank God for that. Having to deal with the dark multiple times a night would drive her mad.

Now, to get ready for the day. Phoebe awkwardly slipped on her bike shorts, not having much room to maneuver, and picked up her candle carefully, crawling out of her cramped tent with a small yawn. She looked around the room briefly, noting with a nervous frown that there was no one else up and about. Her roommates -- of sorts -- were all either still asleep or off somewhere else. It was quiet, and it made her feel alone.

Being alone made her anxious and uneasy. Just like her fear of the dark, it seemed so dumb and irrational, but she couldn't help how she felt. It made her wonder if there was something wrong with her.

Doing her best to push aside those thoughts, Phoebe kneeled in front of the dirty little mirror that was simply resting against the cold wall next to her tent. Pulling the bucket of reasonably clean water next to it closer to her, she looked to the piece of cardboard on the floor that held her few hygienic items: a hairbrush, a toothbrush, and a twisted up tube of toothpaste. All three nicked from the same abandoned house (and of course, the toothbrush was in its packaging when she'd taken it).

Full-body washes were few and far between, so Phoebe did her best to at least keep her hair in... well, 'acceptable' condition. She was sort of proud of it, as it reminded her of both her parents -- it had the vivid colour of her mother's hair, and the thickness of her father's. Dipping the bristles of the brush in the water, she worked at her hair, wetting it down and getting rid of knots. After several minutes, she was satisfied and sufficiently agitated by the fact that she was still alone. Hurriedly, she pulled any lost hair off the brush, tossing the small clump into a second bucket -- this one given the job of being a trashcan -- and brushed her teeth, using just a dot of toothpaste.

Hopping to her feet, Phoebe exited the room, still running her fingers through and playing with her damp hair. She was antsy today, and not just because she was alone. She hadn't been to the surface in a while, hadn't seen the sun or breathed in air that didn't smell of waste. Jacques must have been about ready to go out again, too. Maybe she could find him and ask him to go together again. While he was a little scary, Phoebe had found that he wasn't that bad. Once you learned to not take the things he said too seriously, at least. Also, going in a pair was safer. And she wouldn't be alone. Funny how perfectly that worked out for her.

On her way to the lounge, she spotted Ruben, and a bright smile spread across her face.

"Good morning, Ruben!" she greeted cheerfully, pushing her hair behind her left ear and taking something of hop towards him. "How's it going?" She paused when she spotted the pants in his hands, a bit of worry creeping into her happy face. "I, um... am I going to be seeing Jacques naked again?" She pronounced the man's name a little funny, unable to say it in the same way Ruben did. While most called him 'Jack,' she didn't, for no reason in particular -- she just found 'Jacques' nicer.
@breathing_towers_to_hell
I also went back and edited in a section on Kayin in my post.

@ayzrules
Great! Glad I got Wendy's disposition fairly accurate. Also, 'spunky' is the single best word to describe Phoebe, and exactly what I was going for, so I'm slightly ashamed I didn't come up with it when I writing up her personality. Thanks for reminding me, I think I'll go edit her sheet to include it.

And, at least for now, I don't have anything else to add.
So... I'm technically done with the IC OP, though it's mostly just my guys messing around (it has elbow-biting and pants-stealing).

Should I just post it now, or wait till tomorrow?


Sounds like a barrel of fun. I'm not against it going up today, but I'm fine with waiting too.

@ayzrules
Awesome! I'm not sure how in-depth and detailed you'd like to get before the RP starts, but here's a few more of my thoughts to go with what I originally wrote:

Phoebe would probably soon start to see Wendy as almost a mother-figure after meeting her, having lost her own before she was even a teen. She'd likely latch on to Wendy and become very trusting of her very quickly, due both to Wendy's kind nature and Phoebe's, I guess, subconscious need for a mother-figure. The first person she'd go to for advice on most things would nearly always be Wendy. I could also see Phoebe going to her and asking her to just like, teach her stuff or something, since Wendy went waaay further in her schooling than Phoebe did. And of course, being the person Phoebe would likely trust the most and be the most comfortable around, she'd spend time with Wendy just to spend time with her.

I'll stop here before I start rambling too much. Let me know your thoughts and any ideas you might have when you get the chance.
It'd probably be helpful to the character relationship building if we all make a "first impression" sort of thing of the other characters. Like, without them having interacted yet and going by sheets only, post a short description of what our characters think of each other.


I'll give it a quick go, might be terrible.

I'm also here. I actually have half my next post done, but had to put it off and haven't gotten around to finishing it yet.
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