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Unicorn Princess
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Eyree Sutherland
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"The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is practice"
- Vladimir Horowitz
Location: Home | Scenario: Leaving for school
Mood: Energized | Outfit: Comfy | With: - | Tags: -
Mood: Energized | Outfit: Comfy | With: - | Tags: -
Most high school students would be complaining about the early morning. Most students found it exhausting after an entire summer of sleeping in until noon or later to wake up before seven in the morning. But not her. Eyree had been running on an army schedule her entire life. She had always woken up at dawn or earlier, naturally it seemed. Today was no different. She had woken, about a half hour before sunrise, to an empty house, the same way it had been for two weeks now. Her parents had been assigned somewhere in Spain a few weeks ago. They had stocked the fridge, left her with money to pay the house bills for next several months, had an extravagant meal and her father had played his fiddle, and then rose early to catch a red-eye to JFK. The past two weeks had been very quiet, something Eyree didn't much care for. She had spent the last remaining weeks of summer training for nearly eight hours a day, breaking only for a panini and the largest cup of black coffee the cafe offered, and spent her nights drinking and dancing and laughing with the rough, older patrons at the Backdoor Bar.
Now, though, was the start to a new daily routine, one that would hopefully keep her busy mind far more occupied than it had been. And so, she had woken up, rolled off a mattress that sat on the floor of her tiny room, pulled out a yoga mat from where she stowed it behind the boxes in her closet and spent an hour going through "salute to the sun". After that, it had been a quick shower, throwing on whatever was clean, and entering the kitchen long enough to pour a giant mug of disgustingly black coffee (the way she liked it, of course) and make some bread, spread with a thin layer of mayonnaise, smoked gouda, and bologna, a meal her mother had made for her countless mornings or whenever she had the need for a salty and savory snack. As she sat, quietly eating her food and downing her coffee, she cast a lazy glance about her surroundings. It had been almost four years since the Sutherlands had been stationed outside Kingdom Crest, since they had moved into the small, sunny yellow house in Knight Drive. But the house was still largely unpacked, not that the family had many belongings to begin with. It was mostly knick-knacks or souvenirs of their time abroad, a small table with exactly four, weather-worn wood chairs, and an old couch in the living room. The rest of the house was equally as spartan, the bare minimum pulled out of the handful of boxes stacked in each room of the small house, just enough to get through daily life. Eyree especially had never needed much, so this particular setup suited her just fine.
Belly fully and feeling the faintest buzz from her coffee, Eyree stood, her joints cracking and popping as she did.
An easy grin turned her lips as she slipped on her shoes, tightening her still-damp hair into a ponytail high on the back of her head, and grabbing her canvas bag from where she had left it outside the garage door the night before. There was a single car parked in the driveway, a metallic grey SUV, sturdy, fast, and capable of handling the rough driving of it's owner. Eyree locked the front door behind her, shouldering her bag, fishing her keys out with the hand not occupied with her second cup of black coffee.
Now, though, was the start to a new daily routine, one that would hopefully keep her busy mind far more occupied than it had been. And so, she had woken up, rolled off a mattress that sat on the floor of her tiny room, pulled out a yoga mat from where she stowed it behind the boxes in her closet and spent an hour going through "salute to the sun". After that, it had been a quick shower, throwing on whatever was clean, and entering the kitchen long enough to pour a giant mug of disgustingly black coffee (the way she liked it, of course) and make some bread, spread with a thin layer of mayonnaise, smoked gouda, and bologna, a meal her mother had made for her countless mornings or whenever she had the need for a salty and savory snack. As she sat, quietly eating her food and downing her coffee, she cast a lazy glance about her surroundings. It had been almost four years since the Sutherlands had been stationed outside Kingdom Crest, since they had moved into the small, sunny yellow house in Knight Drive. But the house was still largely unpacked, not that the family had many belongings to begin with. It was mostly knick-knacks or souvenirs of their time abroad, a small table with exactly four, weather-worn wood chairs, and an old couch in the living room. The rest of the house was equally as spartan, the bare minimum pulled out of the handful of boxes stacked in each room of the small house, just enough to get through daily life. Eyree especially had never needed much, so this particular setup suited her just fine.
Belly fully and feeling the faintest buzz from her coffee, Eyree stood, her joints cracking and popping as she did.
An easy grin turned her lips as she slipped on her shoes, tightening her still-damp hair into a ponytail high on the back of her head, and grabbing her canvas bag from where she had left it outside the garage door the night before. There was a single car parked in the driveway, a metallic grey SUV, sturdy, fast, and capable of handling the rough driving of it's owner. Eyree locked the front door behind her, shouldering her bag, fishing her keys out with the hand not occupied with her second cup of black coffee.
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