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located in 2192, a part of Resistance 2192, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Katherine Dennis Character Portrait: Taryn Scott Character Portrait: Kirito Character Portrait: Connor Harper Character Portrait: Ella Clavery-Davenport Character Portrait: Miranda Williams
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The morning hours... Mira's worst enemy. The sun was shining through the dirty windows in the tiny flat, forcing Mira to wake up. However, there was no reason to just yet. She was currently without a job, were running out of savings so she could live problem-free, and had problems with getting money from the state despite her handicap, probably because she were considered as a dangerous person. However, it was still unfair to not allow her to live a life like anyone else could. The bed was cozy and warm, just like normally, almost forcing her to remain in it despite the light shining in her face. How dirty the window was really annoyed her, but it was incredibly hard to get it properly cleaned considering she lived in the seventh floor of a building so old it didn't even have a fire ladder. There was one before, but it had become so rusty that one day while she made an attempt to make the windows shine, she had almost fallen down all the way to her death. However, just barely managing to save herself, the fire ladder had been forgotten about, Miranda rather keeping a rope ladder inside of her room, hooked up to the old-fashion radiator.

Over an hour passed before Mira finally managed to force herself out of bed. The curtains did a horrible job in keeping the light out and she would have to get some new ones whenever she got a stable money source. However, considering the window led straight to a back alley, it didn't bother her too much at nighttime. The led-watch on the night-table said that the clock was 11:39 AM. School students were probably having their classes, while those who had already started working were either waking up, sleeping, or working at this very moment. Some were selling unhealthy hot dogs on fuel stations while others were constructing the next big thing, whatever that was. Not much variation in this world whatsoever.

Bread again... Miranda had been eating just plain bread, every once in a while putting some cheap butter on it, for the last two weeks in order to save as much money as possible. There was no avoiding to run out of money, but she could at least try to postpone it for as long as possible. It was incredibly tempting to walk down to the convenience store nearby and buy something good to put on the bread, possibly a soda to variate a bit from the water. It was unhealthy, though at this moment, she wouldn't really mind. At this moment, the only thing varying her diet were probably the one can with tea powder in it. She got it alongside with some money for helping one of the older men in the apartment complex with his finances, which a friend of his always had been helping him with. However, after he passed away a couple months ago, the task had been handed over to Mira, the money being paid under the table to avoid losing any of it to the state. It was enough to live like she did every month, but was it really a life?

After finishing the boring meal, the day turned back to normal. No, it never left what was normal, it was just boring, like normally. She longed for having those around her that understood how hard her situation was for her, both mentally and physically. She longed for someone she could interact with not bothered with having odd conversations filled with misunderstandings and waiting. To most people, it appeared that her opinion wasn't worth anything due to her lack of voice.

Finally, the clock passed 4 PM, and Mira could get dressed. While she stayed at home, she even tried to avoid using clothes too much. She simply couldn't afford washing clothes on a weekly basis. Therefor, she rather kept the apartment warm during the summer by opening the windows. During the winter... She didn't know yet. She would simply have to wait and see how she managed to get through it, if she even had the apartment anymore.

She knocked on the door carefully. It was a library after all, people were probably somewhere, reading a book or whatever. However, lacking the patience she needed to wait for people to arrive, Miranda just stepped inside. She was wearing a pair of simple denim jeans, reaching midway down her legs, met by a pair of brown boots. Thin, overall pretty and looked decently sturdy, even looked pretty clean. On her top, she was wearing a white top, very loose around the shoulders so it almost reached past them. The top was slightly possible to see through, revealing a black bra. In her hands, she was holding a light-brown coat. She stepped inside of the room and closed the door behind her, and walked over yo one of the chairs. She put her coat over the back of it before sitting down in the chair, not saying a word- Well, trying to communicate- at all.