<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>SNORE!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Dawn cursed every holy and unholy god for how early she woke up these days. With class schedule so rigid, she was forced to wake up at the crack of dawn (heh) and she hated it. Not to mention the wicked bedhead...<br/><br/>One shower later and she managed to get her hair into a somewhat manageable state. A little water splashed on the face in order to wake up, and she was ready to go. Slipping on the uniform was next, and at least it was cute. She'd prefer something in leather, but...at least she could wear fishnets with it. There was something so delightfully naughty about fishnets-like you wear wearing something, and yet wearing nothing at all. Last thing to grab was a bag packed with all the things she needed for class and head on out-maybe get some socializing in before classtime.<br/><br/>Hey, maybe she'd make a new friend or two. For a...certain value of 'friend', that is.