<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/S8czGTv.png)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Samantha Hale<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sam's apartment<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The morning started with the usual 7Am beeping from Sam's phone, which was located on the other side of the queen-sized bed. The owner of said phone, dressed in her finest... Nothing, reached out for the phone and quite aggressively hammered in the code to make the beeping stop, before returning to her deep slumber, for then to yet again be bothered ten minutes later, this time managing to get the owner of the phone out of the bed and on to the messy floor. As organized as she was, she wasn't very good at cleaning, nor hanging up her clothes when a day was over, and hence, most of it ended up on the carpet underneath the large bed.<br/><br/>Yet, despite all her home-clothes being scattered on the floor, she ignored them and went for the kitchen instead, starting to make a simple breakfast made out of leftovers from the dinner the day before. Most would consider pizza and soda a very unbalanced breakfast, though she disagreed. A normal can of soda weighed roughly the same as a slice of pizza after all, so it was balanced in that sense. After heating the slice up quickly, she ended up sitting down in one of the large leather couches in the apartment's living room, a slightly lowered tier of the room, with a small coffee table in the center, and a 100" canvas that could be lowered from the roof, with a 55" flatscreen hanging on the wall behind it, in case the canvas became a bit much. She sat down next to her Hello Kitty doll, or as she liked to call it, "Hello Mastress", seeing that the doll was like every BDSM lover's dream, with its arms being chained together and the doll being gagged, collared and blindfolded.<strong>"Good morning"</strong>She said dryly to the doll, glaring it down while taking the first bite of the pizza.<strong>"Don't look at me like that"</strong>And with that, she grabbed the doll by its head and turned it around so that its face was facing towards the couch. She ended up turning on the television instead, flicking through channels without finding anything interesting to watch by the time she had finished her meal. So, instead, she threw the dishes in the sink, for then to go and shower.<br/><br/>After a long shower and a few almost-accidents with the razor, she got dressed in the school uniform. It was due to be changed, its size was not adequate for her proportions, though none of the uniforms available were, not that it bothered her a lot. Normally, either the chest was too slim or the waist was too wide, or the length was too short or too long. In the end, she had settled with what she considered to be the closest she'd get - Not quite long enough to cover over parts of her skirt, though slim around the waist, and pressing her breast up to reveal a fair bit of cleavage. Yet, with the school being as exclusive as it was, there hadn't been many complaints. A lot of the rules that a normal school would have didn't seem to rule over this one, as nobody had complained about the purple tips in her hair, nor the (un)intentional flashing of skin. It covered over the pink lace bra underneath though, if so only barely.<br/><br/>Along with that went the (probably far too short) skirt with a pink lace thong underneath that the skirt just barely managed to cover over. She ended it all with putting on the thigh-high white stockings that came with the uniform, the only part that actually fit as it was supposed to. She ended the attire with pulling a fluffy pink sweater over it all so she wouldn't freeze on the walk to school. While she could've paid for a taxi or the likes, she enjoyed the walk, even if it got cold during the winter.