Character Name: Emerald Dante<br/>Location: Small Barge along the Thames.<br/>Tagging: Everybody<br/><br/><br/>Emerald kept running, her feet beating along the treadmill while her playlist shuffled from Evanescence to one of Johnny Cash' last songs. With Hurt, as sung by the late country star, in her ears she sprinted out the last stretch her morning 5k run. She ran through the rest of the song as she finished up her cool down run before hopping off the treadmill.<br/><br/>She grabbed her towel and rubbed her face and chest clean before taking a bottle of water from the fridge in her 'exercise room/den' and headed down into the office/kitchen space as the microwave finished cooking breakfast. Her planner was laid out on the table as she took the plate and set it down by it. Fishing out the milk she poured herself a long drink and set it down before pulling out a set of sealed cutlery and sat down as she opened the planner.<br/><br/>Slowly, she popped one pill after another as she worked down the list of items. Vitamins and supplements to help her regimen of fitness, a few anxiety pills, one or two chemical stabilizers and last but not least a nice purple pill that was still an experimental anti-psychotic. Not that it worked for that, at least for her.. but it did help tune down her 'reception' and she had a long day. Nothing like a nice long name of two dozen letters at two hundred quid a pop to keep her from picking up things from the person sitting beside her in the tube. Last thing she wanted was to know that the umbrella that Nana left her seat mate had been used to choke someone to death in a back alley in a pique of rage.<br/><br/>"Right, medication done.. time for omelet and bacon." She said as she peeled the wrap off the implements and started eating with vigor.