<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kJeE8HQ.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dawn Zanarius<br/><strong>Time:</strong>6:30 AM (Fuck this hour!)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms and shit<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Waking up<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Oriana<br/><br/>You know, some days, a random smooch was just what a girl needed to wake up. She couldn't help but chuckle a little at the question of 'who are you?' "You mean you gave me a kiss without even knowing my name?...You'll go far, kid." She chuckled. "Dawn Zanarius. Nice ta meetcha. Party tonight, eh?" She said, looking over the flyer. "Well, I've never turned a party down...unless it's one of those super high class dinner parties or some shit." To say Dawn swore like a sailor was entirely inaccurate. She was far worse.<br/><br/>Breakfast would be served soon, however, so after a few minutes of polite conversation, Dawn made her excuses and headed off.