[b][i]Delilah Rould[/b][/i]

[b]Apartment 201 - Residential District -[/b] [i]5:00 am August 25, 2089[/i]

A soft whurr of the windows changing from a starlit cityscape to a beautiful orange dawn, reflecting the changing of the sky over the entire colony filled Delilah’s room. This usually woke her, but this morning, she was sleeping fitfully until she sat up screaming [b]“STOP!”[/b] Breathing heavily, she tried desperately to recall the horrible nightmare, but it eluded her, disappearing as suddenly as her scream had left her lips. Her messy blonde locks obscured her view of the room as she groaned softly, eyes lowering from wide eyed into slits. She looked around her room, the various grey and white tints giving the room a contemporary yet lonely feel as she sat up straight and yawned, arms stiff and back arching. She had client meetings off and on all day and just knew it would be frustrating as hell dealing with some of these people. Why did they choose her as an event planner? Sure, she loved throwing a party. But some of the demands she had to fulfill for these clients were getting out of hand. 

[b]”Whatever,”[/b] she mumbled to no one in particular, stepping off the bed onto the warm linoleum (it was programed to start warming 15 minutes prior to the window changing). Her ocean blue eyes went directly to her closet, going through in her mind various outfit combinations. When she finally decided on one, another whurr came from her closet. The door slid open and there was the outfit, jewelry hanging from it and shoes underneath. She stripped down and got into the [url= http://galeri.uludagsozluk.com/21/blake-lively_6941.jpg]dress[/url]. She then walked to her dresser, pressing a button so her makeup and curler lifted up out of it, applying it herself and fixing her hair. She was too particular to have one of those automatic makeup airbrushers installed. One of her friends had been one of the first to try it and it really made her look like a clown. Not that Delilah said anything but it made her mind up about the tech.

She moseyed into her kitchen, a screen popping up when she stood in front of the cabinets between her fridge and oven. She looked through it, choosing bacon and eggs with a biscuit. Sitting down at her table while the breakfast slid from the fridge to the stove and cooked, she sighed, gaze drifting to the window in that room. She was just so… bored. She needed something new to happen. But nothing terrible… like that awful murder a few apartment buildings over in the Residential District. She shivered at the thought, rubbing her arms while her breakfast on a floating tray landed in front of her. She started to eat, just now bothering to read what was happening today in Byzantium in her vision. After going through the headlines, she opened her messages, scrunching her lips to the side as she created a to-do list for the day in a notes section, easy to pull up throughout the day. 

Delilah finished her meal, running her hand through her hair once before stepping out of her apartment, heading down to the street in front of her home. She waved for public transport, getting inside the hover car and asking to go to the Beacon. Leaning back into the backseat, Delilah thought about how to unwind later after work. The idea of cocktails and dancing would have to get her through all the fake smiles she got to put on for people at the Beacon, her first one plastered there as soon as she stepped out of the hover car. The money she owed the driver exchanged electronically, as her eyes landed on her first client waiting right there for her . [b]“Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”[/b]

[b]In front a tower in the Beacon - [/b] [i]7:00 am August 25, 2089 [/i]