<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/OprivateI34L37A267.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danika Kincaid   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13050270#msg13050270)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One of the nearby lakes<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1 | Early Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>All Black...Mostly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5c/34/8b/5c348be0db07f6b5a94d693d3f00dfe8.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>An Amateur Photographer<br/><hr/><br/>It was not at all uncommon for Danika to rise before the sun rose from its daily retreat below the horizon to grace the other side of the world with its presence. She had long since stopped fighting against the unseen force that compelled her to awake, often at an unreasonable hour. Sometimes, the cause of her restlessness was nightmares, remembering the horror of running and uncertainty before being rescued, while other times she simply could not remain asleep for more than an hour or so. Either way, she greeted the day, more times than not, with a frown or neutral expression. Morning person she was not.<br/><br/>Just like the sun needed to rise, she required coffee, preferably without too much sugar or cream. The mansion was usually quiet around these hours. It was bittersweet. Danny did not mind her peers’ noisiness as it kept her mind from wandering into dark places. More times than not, it also provided free amusement. ‘Course she never joined into their shenanigans. The outdoors usually called her name, and she would walk around the surrounding property with a battered camera she found abandoned in one of the many rooms of the mansion.<br/><br/>Danika snapped pictures of whatever caught her attention. Anything was fair game, from chirping birds to the trash someone was too lazy to toss into a nearby trash bin. Her little hobby was not exactly meditating or yogo but taking pictures did help her relax before the morning’s classes. Today was no different. After taking a quick shower and dressing in a one of her favorite shorts with skin tight jeans, accentuating the copious amount of black with maroon boots, she headed outdoors for a spell. She’d been in the midst of trying to get a good shot of a squirrel when someone’s loud footsteps not only startled her but cause the small creature to flee. As she had been suspended in the air, by her abilities, her concentration broke and she nearly tumbled down onto the ground until she caught herself, not gracefully mind you. Only when her feet were firmly back on the ground did she turn to glower at whomever thought it was a good idea to interrupt her alone time.