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<div style="text-align: center;">~Main characters~ <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">Kaitlyn Ross<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">Sphynx<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">~Starters~<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">Jacklyn-<div style="text-align: center;">A pair of light blue eyes fluttered open, brown hair surrounded her face. She loudly picked up her hand, brushing slightly over top of the scar to reposition a few hairs that had found their way over top of her face. She lay, sprawled out on her memory foam bed, the bed felt like a fluffy cloud, especially when she was tired. Her head rested face up on one of her numerous pillows surrounding her, this pillow was different from the others however, it supported a head, and a tail. These pillows are called "pillow pets" and even at 22 years of age, she had had this since she was 10. It prevented her from having nightmares as she has never had one since began sleeping on this pillow. It was her favorite pillow, although slightly withered, it has withstood a lot.<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">With a sharp breath escaping from her lips, cracking her jaw open into a yawn, she raised her hands, now formed into fists as she stretched her upper back muscles, she then pointed her toes forward, stretching her gluets. Finally, she rose, her hair a rats nest. Looking forward into her dark oak vanity, which supported a large mirror, she signed in disgust at the realization of her hair. Groaning, she rolled out of bed walking the shortest distance to her dresser, she pulled open the third of the four drawers. The cold brass of the knobs lighting up her skin, she looked down to see multiple pairs of sweatpants, in different shades of grey, black, and blue. Reaching down, she grabs a pair of black Nike sweatpants throwing them over her forearm as she headed to another dresser, opening it to reveal many shirts. Grabbing a blue one reading "all for one" she toss that too over her forearm and walks out of the room.
Edited at September 6, 2017 09:18 PM by V i c t o r i o u s
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