Having the chance to find some measure of sleep while the so called lower class of vampire was out stalking the streets for her, looking for the potential pet and also checking out the building she had seen in the paper's ad. Now her legs were slung over the arm of a ratty old chair, her head pressed against the back of the chair and her eyes closed as she nestled comfortably into the padding. A gray sweater covered her torso, and she was back to her favorite pair of jeans. Her feet were ironically bare though a pair of flip-flops sat in front of the chair, her perfectly manicured toenails sparkling with the shimmering polish that had been put on them only the morning before.<br/><br/>Quietly she shifted, her hair falling about her face as she soon dangled in a strange position over the from of the chair. Her head hanging over the side, her arm flopping until her hand hit the floor, but it wasn't enough to seem to wake her from her slumber. Her legs curled in the chair before coming down onto the cushion which nearly made her topple off onto the floor, which ended up waking her up. Snorting quietly she pushed her palm into the floor, pushed her hair from her face with her free hand before pushing herself up into an awkward sitting position.<br/><br/>Yawning she flopped her head backward before pushing her sleeve back and looking at the clock. 4:16am what living creature was<em>ever</em>up at this hour? Oh wait..<br/><br/>She was.<br/><br/>With a bitter smile she dropped her feet to the floor, slid them into her flip-flops and stood. Stretching caused the hem of her shirt to show a peek of her belly button and a small portion of the tattoo on her right hip as she stood there with her forearms resting on the top of her head. She was rather tempted to call and see how things were going with the search for the new place, she couldn't get out of this dump fast enough.