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Waking up in her own bed it takes her mind a minute to process all that has occurred. Was it a nightmare? Oh wait. Burying her hands into her hair she tugs tightly trying to keep herself from reeling as everything that happened comes rushing back in one giant vivid wave. Taking a breath she pushes herself to the edge of the bed, noting that her ( Read more... )

 
Her fingers have taken to madly winding her loose hair into tight tangles, while her other hand grips tightly onto a well worn piece of newspaper. But if one were to take a closer look they'd realize that the "well worn newspaper" is actually dated from a couple days ago. Of course HQ felt the need to deliver her this lovely piece of news on one ( Read more... )

So she eventually found the kitchen. Not that she had any actual reason to be in the kitchen. God knows she wasn't hungry. But after rummaging through the cabinets she has gathered up the supplies to make a chocolate cake. Baking, something she does when she's stressed out, just something about cracking eggs made everything better in her mind. ( Read more... )