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[circe electra kakos]

It was one of those mornings, you know. The ones where opening up your eyes seem to cause more pain than it should, yeah one of those mornings. Circe or well Circ whatever seemed to float your boat, was having one of those mornings. Now, when most people were in a shitty mood because of this. Circe was hyper. She was already a happy go lucky person, so she just pushed herself off of the bed in her room and started walking around in black shorts and a tank top. Trying to wake herself up, which eventually happened. Circe had one of those minds, that went to fast for anything else in her whole body, which resulted her in having school troubles but at least she could sing and play keytar. She could also play a little guitar but that wasn't too often She just played what she knew she could play and that was about it. Running a hand through her black hair, she walked into her small kitchen. She knew that there was no food in the cabinets or anything like that. She pouted, her brother hadn't gone shopping yet. "Oh well" She said out loud, Circe had a habit of speaking to herself, sometimes she forgot to keep her thoughts well, inside of her head. This had probably gotten her trouble at times, but whatever. She has apologized to those she offended and Circe always feels like shit when she hurts someone. She tried to make up for it the best she could too. That was probably one of Circe's weaknesses. She always wanted to help someone even if it hurt her, and she allowed people to walk all over sometimes. It worried her brother sometimes, but she knew what she did. She didn't care all that much either.


Now, what was she going to do for breakfast? She didn't know. She was hungry though and that was a fact. Biting her lip, Circe grabbed her wallet from off the counter and unzipped the pocket where she kept some money. She had enough to go buy coffee and a bagel from Starbucks without having to stop at the ATM. Yawning, she walked back into her room and started pulling out clothes. Her wolf shirt and black jeans would do. She was just pulling out whatever she had decided to stuff in the drawer and throwing it on her bed. The fact that Circe wasn't feeling completely drained was probably a good thing, or else she probably wouldn't be able to walk her ass all the way to Starbucks. It wasn't a far walk, but Circe and physical movement when she was tired was difficult for her. Deciding a shower would wake her up a little she started pulling off her shirt and shorts, tossing them towards the hamper and walking into the shower, turning on the shower head and testing the water.

After going through the motions of a shower, Circe stepped out, wrapping a black towel around her and heading back into her room again. grabbing undergarments from drawer when she got her other clothes and dried herself off, slipping them and the clothes she had picked out on. Running a hand through her wet hair, she headed back into the bathroom and took out her blowdryer, switching it on and the blow drying began. The loud noise seemed to echo throughout the tiny bathroom, but within a few minutes on mega high she had her jet black hair dried and she pulled out her makeup, applying eyeliner so that it end in wing tips at the edges of her eyes. She applied the mascara and then took out her black eye shadow, taking the tip of her finger and rubbing it gently across the black powder and then closed one eye, rubbing the lid till it was a smoky black. She repeated the step to the other eye and straightened up from leaning into the mirror. Washing the black eyeshadow off of her hands and putting everything back in it's respective spots. She figured she was ready to go out. Walking through the house again and grabbing a sweater from the closet, she threw that on over her and then grabbed her boots. She sat on the ground, pulling them on over her feet and lacing them up. Pushing herself off of the ground, she walked back into the kitchen and grabbed all the cash from her wallet, stuffing it into her pocket and then grabbing her phone and ipod. She realized she had work too. So, with that. The girl got into her car and pulled out of the parking space.


She drove towards Starbucks and pulled into the parking space that was between Starbucks and Blue Ink, the tattoo shop that she worked out. The twenty three year old jogged into the cafe, she approached the counter and ordered her coffee and bagel. As she waited for them to make it, she checked her phone, wondering if her brother was at the shop already. After she paid for everything she left, walking two stores over and opened the door to the tattoo shop. "ODY! You in?" She called, no answer. Well, someone was obviously there. She walked up to her booth and set things down, getting everything ready, waiting for a appoitment.

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