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It was dawn, Daytona's least favorite part of the day. She rolled over in her currently empty bed and stretched out...then pulled the blankets back up over her head. Her cell phone beeped and she sluggishly stretched an arm out to reach for it. She pulled it up under the covers and slid it open to see why it beeped.

The cell flickered to life and revealed an automated text message describing the morning's stock market. Daytona opened her eyes a bit more as she scrolled through the listings and saw her stock had dropped three hundred dollars a share. A dagger of pain pierced her head as she read the news and she slid her phone back out from under the blanket.

Reluctantly, Daytona peeled the blankets off her body and sat up on the edge of her bed. As she stretched out her arms again, black waves of energy eminated across her arms and faded away after the stretch. Daytona reached into the nightstand next to her bed and pulled out a hairbrush. She quickly, haphazardly ran the brush through her hair and slid on a pair of grey sweats over her black underwear. Not caring to put on a bra, she put on a white wifebeater and headed out of her room.

Daytona made her way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to pull out the orange juice and milk. She took a glass from the cabinet and poured a mixed drink of half orange juice and half milk. Before replacing the beverages back in the fridge, she chugged back her drink, still thinking it tasted like a creamsicle. It was her favorite drink ever. After setting her glass on the counter, she returned the drinks to the fridge and pulled out the carton of eggs. From under the sink, she took out a large frying pan, and cracked half a dozen eggs into it with a little bit of water from the sink. She added some seasonings and took out a spatula to start scrambling the eggs within the pan, breaking the yolks in the process. Sooner or later, the smell would wake the others from slumber.

As she cooked, Daytona thought about taking a hike to town and spending a few days there, getting hold of her broker from a secure line. She hated losing money...not that she didn't have enough of it to spare. She would start her travel at night, same as usual, and crash in the morning at a vacant motel on the outskirts of town. It wasn't often that she stayed there, and even if she was a frequent stayer, there were always far too many passersby to notice her sleeping and spending habits. But getting in contact with her broker was a must above all else. Then again, maybe she might stay and wait to see if the stocks go back up tomorrow.

OOC: Sorry it's taken so long, I was hoping for the other girls to join. I think ONE MONTH has been long enough. Have fun!

 

[Farthingale]

Cider had been quietly awake for over an hour, watching the dawn creep up above the horizon. She sat on the sill of the large wood-framed windows in her bedroom, and could enjoy how the pink-grey, then pink-amber and finally tangerine overlaid the tops of the trees between their bungalow and the ocean, and also the deep wooden railings around it. It was like a visual poem.

Despite being awake for some time, she had not spoken a word, and so her own voice sounded slightly strange when she entered the kitchen and greeted Daytona. She wore a thick bathrobe of pine-green, covering her otherwise nude form, which was how she generally slept unless the weather became prohibitably cold.

The tea in her hand accompanied her to the tea-press, a mixture she had made herself, which she began to spoon in and then boiled the kettle afresh for the purpose.
 

[Farthingale]

Cider smiled, looking into her brew
as she replied to Regina. "I can offer
you some tea if you like. Ginger and
orange blossom if you're feeling
exhausted."

She raised her eyes over to the
seductive Daytona, busy with the
eggs.

"I hope that's not all for you, Tona,"
she prodded with a wink.