[h1]Jasmine Plunkett[/h1]
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Was it dark? It didn't feel dark.

Jasmine woke up halfway off her couch, wrapped in a cotton blanket, with all the same clothes on from last night. It was difficult to explain, sometimes she just... neglected the fact that she owned a bed. A bit groggy, she rose up from her slumbering position and slowly slid off the couch. Rubbing her eyes with one hand and unravelling the blanket with another, she stood up and tossed the lump back on the couch, where it often remained.

Jasmine stumbled over to her meager excuse of a kitchen and thought for a moment what to substitute for breakfast instead of something actually [i]appropriate[/i] for the timeframe. She was really starting to regret not snagging an extra bowl of mashed potatoes to wrap up and take back home for later consumption.

Oh well. She could always make eggs.

She opened up her refrigerator.

She was out of eggs.

[sub]"Fuck."[/sub] She muttered, suddenly developing an unnatural craving for pan-fried eggs with salt, pepper, shredded cheese, and maybe some garlic. She had everything but the eggs. In her head, she mentally projected a quest marker over the location of the nearest in-building grocery stockroom.

Jasmine walked over to her room. Nothing spectacular, though it was certainly the untidiest in the apartment. She crouched and pulled up half of her mattress, inspecting a hole cut into the already-damaged fabric. Shoving her hand in the hole, out she pulled a gym bag. And in the gym bag was a considerable amount of currency. The ill-gotten bounty her not-father reluctantly shared with her.

Came in handy for shit like this.

She grabbed a few tens and quickly put the gym bag back inside the mattress, setting it down and covering it up with the sheets. Not bothering to wash up, change clothes, or even slap on some deodorant, she exited her apartment on a mission for assorted food item purchases.

One month of darkness. She could take it.