by Nailah Weaver » Fri Dec 28, 2018 9:36 pm
Nailah's side of the room is plastered with post-it notes and similar things, especially the corner with her bed. One newspaper cut-out is high-lighted by having it's edges marked with a thick red border. The clipping of her saving the day in Lyon. Other things are mostly reminders about classes, homework, work-out routines. One just says 'Remember you broke your leg!', others are more mundane like 'your toothbrush is the blue one'. A nice (fake) leather-bound journal is sticking out partway from underneath her pillow while Nailah herself is lieing curled up at the bottom of the bed. Wings make it tricky to lie down sometimes and sooner or later during the night she seems to always end up with her knees pulled against her chest under the covers with mostly just the wings sticking out, one splayed out across the bed and the other folded against herself like a second blanket.
The covers shift some and there's a faint groan as she stretches, then she suddenly shoots up, flailing with the covers before tossing them off the bed. Her expression is wild as her eyes dart about the room, almost automatically falling on her wall of notes and she calms down a little as vague recollections bubble to the surface. The last thing that is truly fresh in her mind is passing out next to Hazard and it takes a moment for the realization to sink in that she's safe and sound, the confrontation in Lyon well in the past. On the upside, the feeling of triumph she gets from seeing the news-paper clipping is more impactful in being at least somewhat new to her and she actually feels pretty good as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed and hops out, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back until her tail tenses as well and curls upwards a little. Then she looks around, finding her work-out bag at the foot of the bed and grabbing it.
A couple minutes later she's bounding down the steps of the dorm wearing sweatpants that are cut off at the knees and a thick vest over a long-sleeved shirt to keep the cold winter-air at bay. She bounces in place a little, getting warmed up for her morning run.
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