[hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic Hotel, Third Floor, Room 12 --> Kitchen ---> Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Her playlist, a broken shower, the kitchen staff
[b]Time/Date:[/b] 7A.M./August 1st, 2016
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	August in Jaipur... It was the beginning of hell. The temperatures weren't so bad yet, hovering in the high 80's (high 20's for you Celsius Folk) but within the next couple of weeks it would be well into the 100's (high 30's). Tasha laid in bed still sleeping, the thin drapes covering her windows were pulled open to let the soft wind blow through and the fan above her bed whirled. She missed the central heating and air of her old apartment in San Francisco but the view outside her window in the mornings couldn't be beat and over the last few months since she moved to India she had been rediscovering who she was without the constant drama of things back [i]home.[/i] She no longer felt like she was being pulled apart by everything going on around her and had found a solace she hadn't known before working at Apex. Still, even with everything going well she found her mind wandering from time to time back to the states; usually not in the most pleasant of memories. 

	The sun had risen though not fully in the sky yet but enough for the red's, orange's and yellows of the dawn to break through her window. Tasha was sprawled out on her bed, the sheet barely covering her as a thin layer of sweat sheen clung to her bare skin. Her morning alarm starting up as the clock turned over to 7A.M.; Madilyn Bailey's cover of [i]Don't You Worry Child[/i] playing from her phone as her welcome to the new day anthem. Her eyes fluttering open to the words "[i]My father said, don't you worry, don't worry child see heavens got a plan for you,"[/i] sung in an angelic voice. She hoped those words were right as she pulled the sheet up to her chest and rolled over to her back. 

	It was a common song she woke up to and while her windows had no actual glass over them and the song could probably be heard down in the courtyard she didn't care today. The day before she had been swamped at the hospital, it was always swamped and when she got off shift she had ended up just hiding out in her room reading. Today she had no shift and looked forward to a relaxing breakfast and veging out in the courtyard below with her book and headphones. She wasn't about to lose a moment of her precious time off with sleeping in, who cared if she woke up the rest of the patrons of the hotel? Okay, well maybe she cared a little but hey, it was a peaceful song and it wasn't blaring.

	Sitting up she yawned softly before wrapping the sheet around her and moving to each of her windows, dropping the thin fabric over them to hide herself visually from the rest of the hotel as she got ready that morning. The third floor was great for the view but if you weren't careful everyone got a view of you in her room. Heading over to the bathroom she tried to start the shower up but it only sputtered. She half chuckled and half groaned as she turned the knobs back to the off position. 

	[color=a187be]"Figures,"[/color] she muttered to herself. It was not uncommon for the shower pipes not to work but she had hoped today they would. [i][color=a187be]"Oh well,"[/color][/i] she thought to herself as she grabbed a bottle of water and a wash cloth; [i]cleaning[/i] herself as well as she could; singing along with another cover from the Madilyn Bailey album she had on her playlist; Dark Horse. Most of the songs Bailey covered she couldn't stand the originals but Bailey's voice and reworking of the songs made them so much more to her than they had been. 

	Slipping into some cotton white shorts and a grey tank top she threw her hair up into a messy bun before sliding her feet into her sandals. Grabbing her phone she plugged in her earphones and slipped it into her pocket, only placing one earbud in as she headed out the door of her room and downstairs; singing along softly with the music. [color=a187be][i]"Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you. Knocked on your door with heart in my hand to ask you a question cause I know that you're an old fashioned man yeah yeah."[/i][/color] 

	Skipping past the room doors for the second floor before moving down the stairs to the first floor, still singing along. She was taking her time, dancing along with the music and spinning aimlessly about she did. She had woken that morning in a better mood than she had been found herself in for sometime. Shimmying her hips as she walked across the open courtyard towards the dining room, not really caring if anyone saw her. Tasha really had none of that [i]"Oh god I hope no one is watching"[/i] stuff in her head. She worked with her elbows up to blood everyday, being a goofball during her down time was a way to unwind for her. 

	She didn't sit at a table but instead [i]snuck[/i] into the kitchen. For Tasha that meant throwing open the curtains that separated the kitchen from the dining hall and striking a pose as she continued to sing. [color=a187be]"Why you gotta be so rude? I hate to do this, you leave no choice. I can't live without her... cornflakes!"[/color] she sung before laughing a bit as she darted passed the kitchen staff and grabbed her box of corn flakes and the skim milk. The staff was used to her antics by now and several actually would sing along with her in their thick accents, completely fumbling the words. 

	Grabbing a bowl and spoon she poured herself a bowl but didn't put the stuff back up once she was done. She just kept bopping around singing as she tucked the box under her arm and awkwardly fumbled the bowl and milk as she slid back out of the kitchen; spooning a mouthful of cereal as she went, a few drops of milk clinging to her chin right then. As goofy as she looked right then, she didn't care and the whole moment was actually rather adorable.