by Miriam Bell » Fri Jan 21, 2022 4:43 pm
Miriam is not a morning person and right now she deeply regrets setting her phone alarm to an internet radio station the night before as the little rectangle springs to live with a tinny song.
"They say we're young and we don't know, we won't find out unti-i-il we g--" The song is cut short by the phone being flung across the room, only to continued, muffled from where it landed in a pile of clothes.
Sensations flood Miriam's suddenly conscious mind. The zen-like state of the Will making up her bed does little to lighten her mood today. Beyond that the gratingly familiar texture of the other occupants of the dorm. There's something especially frustrating about the exact pattern of thoughts, even distant ones, being burned into her mind like a familiar ceiling or that bloody song. She briefly considers pulling her blanket back over her head and staying in bed but then she'd just have to endure the laminar flow of thoughts outside maintaining it's perfectly undisturbed path and something about that sets her teeth on edge.
So she emerges and gets dressed, throwing open the door into the common room with enough force to shatter the continuous deja-vu of thoughts around her with a loud bang. Miriam's pale complexion has a tendency to make her look haggard when she doesn't put in the effort to give herself an air of aristocracy, but something about her is worse than usual today. She doesn't have any bags under her eyes, the regular devouring of blood makes sure her body is too youthful for that, but her eyes look tired, like they're not quite focused on the here and now but instead looking off into a long, dreary corridor.
"Morning." she cuts off whoever it is that happens to emerge from the other rooms (or mirror).