Faria rolled out of bed, and without much thought rose from her bed. The woman wore blue short-shorts with a drawstring, and a matching V-neck tanktop to bed last-night and this morning she was too hungry to care. The great thing about being a graduate.... Well aside from being trapped against your will... Was that she had no dress code, no rules at all besides the obvious: No leaving. Ever.<br/><br/>She ran her fingers through her rich blond hair and threw her door open, walking barefoot out into the halls. Her purple toenails freshly painted the night before, finger-nails to match. "Why can't food come to me?" She sighed walking down the hall to the kitchen area of her little apartment-like dorm. The other great thing about being a graduate was, they were allowed to live co-ed. Granted there were still cameras to monitor them, and the occasional checks. It genuinely wouldn't be that bad, if you didn't know what the outside world was like.<br/><br/>The girl made a quick bowl of cereal and ate it all in about five minutes. She cleaned up her dishes and opened the main door to her apartment-style dorm and yawned. This was as normal as life would get for her, until she either got out (impossible) or she agreed to work for them to capture other people like her (Never happening). So, she was pretty much stuck. Blue eyes peered out, looking for anyone else who may be up and about at such an early hour.