<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her (and Blackout's) Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 6th, late evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blackout<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sketching<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>pajamas (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/N1330469_set/1/black-ribbed-long-sleeve-pajama-set.jpg?%24category-page__grid--1x%24)<br/><hr/><br/>Tess had been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in her bed for quite some time before she decided to finally give up. She just wasn't tired enough to fall asleep yet. Sitting up on her bed, she looked over at her roommate, Blackout, who was sleeping on the bed across the room. Oh how she envied her at this very moment. The two hadn't really spoken or even tried to get to know one another, but it was probably Tess's fault. Tess tended to stay out of her way, not being used to sharing a room with anyone. Sure, she had shared a room with her mother some nights, but that was years ago. Actually living in the same room as someone else was somewhat foreign to her. She was used to having her own space to do whatever she wanted without the worry of waking someone up or getting in someone's way.<br/><br/>Quietly, she got up from her bed and walked over to the desk she had in the corner of the room, which she had set up furthest from Blackout's bed. With a soft click, she turned on the desk lamp, which wasn't bright enough to light more than just the corner of the room she was in with a soft light. She slid open one of the desk drawers and pulled out her sketch pad and a pencil before slowly and quietly closing the drawer. After glancing over her shoulder towards Blackout's bed, making sure she didn't wake her, she turned her attention to her sketch pad and opened it up to a blank page.<br/><br/>Tucking her bangs behind her ear, exposing her scarred cheek, she began to sketch whatever came to mind. She didn't feel like she needed to worry about hiding her scars while in her dorm. Blackout, who had a large, visible scar of her own, never seemed to hide her own and they never mentioned the other's scars or even questioned out of curiosity. This pairing was seemingly a good fit. Tess never even had to worry about coming back from taking a shower and having all of her scars exposed. And when she slept, she didn't feel the need to wear gloves or worry about her bangs falling out of place when she slept. It seemed to be a mutual understanding between the two of them.<br/><br/>After sketching out a rough outline, she set the sketchpad and pencil down and rolled her chair back a bit so she could open the top drawer of her desk. It was her junk drawer where she threw any random things in, including pens she seemed to collect. All of her drawings started off with rough, light pencil marks that would later be covered up with a variety of colored pens for a more vibrant and somewhat unusual-looking drawing. Unfortunately, she never kept her pens neatly together in a separate drawer. So, when she needed them, she always ended up having to dig through her junk drawer. But this time, when she tried to open it, the drawer opened only an inch before stopping.<strong> "Shit,"</strong>she whispered to herself before pushing the drawer back in and pulling again, a little harder, but it didn't budge any more than the first time. Leaning down, she closed one eye and tried to see what was blocking the drawer from opening, but she couldn't see into the drawer enough to tell, so she reached in with her fingers to feel around, but couldn't feel anything.<strong>"Why won't you open?"</strong>she groaned softly, still trying to be quiet so she wouldn't wake up her roommate. After a few more attempts, she stood up and shook the desk a bit, hoping to get whatever it was dislodged before roughly pulling the drawer, having become rather annoyed with it. The drawer stopped in the same spot, but not as quietly as it had before, given the amount of force she was using now.<strong>"Come on!"</strong>she growled and positioned her foot up on the edge of the desk as she tried to pull it open, hoping that at least whatever it was would break and allow the drawer to finally open.