Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20151120070501

''You can skip this post if you want, it's just more character development with my OC. ''

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Alice opened her eyes and greeted herself with the buzzing sounds of cars driving by and the barks of the neighbourhood stray dog pack. She got up from her bed, a cheap brand, twin-size and easy to essemble. The matress felt like it was filled with dense plastic bottle which she did not find comfortable to sleep on but the warm sheets and blankets were still the purest of white.

Her bedroom was laughably tiny, only 3 meters across and 2 and a half meters high. A tiny window only 1 meter by 1 meter in one corner and in another, the bed she got up from. Across from it was a simple wooden writing desk and embedded into the grey coloured wall beside the desk was a sliding door closet containing her clothes, not that she had many.

She was dressed in nothing more than a pair of laced black panties, which contrasted with her smooth pale skin, and an almost translucent white tank top. Her hair was untied but remained straight and shiny even after enduring a night's slumber; her eyes were no different despite the appearence of tiresome bags under them.

Alice then exited her bedroom and into the rest of her apartment which consisted of a main room plus kitchen hybrid that was only 1 and half times larger than the bedroom, and a bathroom. The bathroom was the obvious destination as she freshened up for the morning and, after doing so, approached the kitchen.

The stove clock read 6:00 a.m.

She opened a cupboard and retrieved a box of cheap cereal, which read 'Cinamon Toast Munch' on its face with an appetizing picture of the product, a ceramic bowl, and a metal spoon from the drawer below and plopped them all down onto an undersized meal table. She also poured herself a cup of water in an old styrofoam cup. The clinging sound of ceral on ceramic echoed through the room followed by the dry crunch of milkless cereal.