Anonymous Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:07:15 No.70924222 Report

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>>70923593
oh NO i was 22 minutes late!
if you feel down for it, why not write something mundane? something like damien's morning routine, or vinny's karate class.

Anonymous Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:44:49 No.70925162 Report

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>>70924222
>The morning alarm dings loud and obnoxious on my phone. Learned my lesson the hard way about picking my favorite songs as an alarm. Quick path to hating them. I quickly silence the alarm.
>Wing stretch, joints and tendons popping and loosening. Toes point, arms out and twisted, a big yawn accompanying. Eyes open and stare up at my ceiling as I rub some of the tiredness out of them. Couldn't sleep very well, again.
>I sit up, another stretch and swing my legs out to the side from under my covers, doing a quick gathering of any feather's I'd happened to shed over the course of the night. The morning routine continues, starting with hair.
>I rise and move over to my dresser, grabbing the brush from atop and glancing at myself in the mirror.
>Eyes sunken in, mildly swollen. Silver hair bunched and frayed. Starting here.
>I brush and fully work on waking up, planning for dealing with the day. Defending myself, making plans for the band, you name it. Another yawn as I get all the tangles out and swap to feather brush, wider space between thicker bristles. Extra careful to swap after pulling a chunk of feathers out of my shoulder a while back.
>Core first, shoulders, neck, torso, elbows. Work my way down, thigh, leg, shins. Wing's last, and the hardest. Lose a few more feathers as I work on them, a few needed to come out, a few didn't. I'm looking presentable finally. Makeup time.
>A quick base applied before I go for the shadow and highlights, extra practiced there. By the time I'm mostly done Mom calls.
>"Lucy! It's time to get up!"
>I bark back, "I'm awake!"
>Some quiet acceptance from behind the door as I finish up with my eyes, blinking a few times to make sure I've kept the liner out of my eyes. Clothing choice is obvious. I pick my pre-set outfit and slip into it, struggling a bit to fit the pants. Easy on the nuggets there, killer.
cont one more.

Anonymous Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:49:47 No.70925263 Report

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>>70925162
>Finally up and ready to go I do a few checks of non-dailies. Nails are good, no chipping. Coating's good. Crest choker slips on as I run my hands up and down it, ensuring no markings or anything stuck to it.
>One last look over in the mirror before I step out. A full three-sixty to ensure I'm just as prepared as I can be to face the demonic world out there. Eh, good enough.
>I scramble down to breakfast with the family. Our morning torture routine where both Mom and Dad try to stress me out as much as they can before Naser comes to drag the both of us to school. He gets to be spared from this on account of 'can't eat before track' or some bullshit. Right.
>A good earful of nagging and lecturing later and I've choked down the eggs and bacon. Naser stirs finally and trots downstairs, set to go as well. I don't even bother bidding farewell as I storm out of the house, as usual. Marching right over to my brother's dumbass car and planting myself in the passenger seat as he silently makes moves to take us to class.
>At least he's quiet about it. I whip out my phone to check in on Trish and Reed as we go, texting away day plans as Volcano High comes into view. Another day in the life.

Fin, was fun. Off now. Might toss some of the extraneous writing I've gotten done up next time I'm about instead of requests if I'm out of energy. Until then, have a good one, /snoot/.