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Annabelle Everett
Outfit: here
Location: Theta House
Dialogue Colour:#c41b56
Thought Colour:#9e0339

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Annabelle stared at the clock on her bedside table, not quite registering what the numbers were telling her. It was afternoon...maybe? Close to the afternoon. She rolled over and checked her phone. 14:28 was the time the clock was telling her. That was way into the afternoon. Annabelle sighed and fell back into her pillow. In hindsight, staying up way into the small hours with Kat just talking, and drinking a lot of tea, wasn't their smartest move. Fun, but not smart. At least classes haven't started yet.

Annabelle swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly sat up. The afternoon light filtered in through a gap in the curtains. Annabelle saw her phone was blank and tucked it back under her pillow and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She stretched out and grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed to the shower room. Annabelle sighed as the hot water hit her shoulders, easing the stiffness that had come from the car journey yesterday. She lost track of how much time she had spent in the shower, but she didn't emerge until she smelled of oranges and grapefruit.

With a few hours to kill, Annabelle propped a small canvas up in the corner of the room. Annabelle looked out of her window. The sky was blue and clear, and cold. Blue and purple were squeezed onto a palette and began splashing colour onto the canvas. Great bold spirals and swipes of colour adorned the canvas. When the canvas was covered, she stood back and picked up a new paintbrush and went back in, building a picture that she could see in her mind.

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She sighed and dropped her paintbrush back into the beaker. Her phone buzzed behind her and she picked her phone up.





There was a knock at the door and Annabelle looked over her shoulder as Scarlett came in. Annabelle was pretty sure that she had paint smears on her face and hands, it usually happened. "Hey girls! Do you need any help getting ready for tonight? Or maybe a ride?"

"I dunno, I probably need to wash up again. A ride would probably be good."

Her phone buzzed again. It was a text from Khari.