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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Bedroom ~ Bathroom ~ Kitchen; all in motel wonderland.
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Lia [@Write], Andy [@Roosan], Glo [@Liriia], Jay [@McHaggis][/i]
[i][u]Mentions of[/u]: POP-TARTS [/i][/center]
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When it came to sleep, Mia liked to consider herself an expert in it - she could find herself snoozing on the most uncomfortable of things in the most distracting of environments, and still get a good 12 hours or so of sleep. This one time when she was a kid still living in Georgia, a tornado warning had gone off while she was still in bed and her parents were at work - tornado passed right on by, destroyed the house right across from her, and she didn't hear shit when she was in dream-land.

Her parents were not amused when they found out.

However, one thing that always woke her up, without fail, was the cold. And as soon as [s]her walking hot water bottle[/s] Lia left the bed, her absence was notable by the lack of heat. This was enough to drag Mia closer to consciousness, and paired with the shifting around of other people in the room, soon found herself unable to get back off to sleep. Also, her bladder had awoken and was demanding a release.

By the time Gloria had vacated the bathroom, Mia was sat up in bed, yawning and rubbing sleep from her eyes with the sleeve of her over-sized sweater. She couldn't stand sleeping in pyjamas or anything while in bed, so she made do with an old sweater that was just way too large, and lil fabric short shorts with anime cookies on them. They were hella cute, and of [i]course[/i] she made sure to pack them during their daring escape, from the group of evil parents they had all just discovered they had.

Stumbling out of bed and getting to the bathroom before anyone else could snatch it up, Mia relieved her screeching bladder while she pulled up her sweater, rubbing a small bruise on her stomach that had appeared from last night's injection. Frowning slightly in concern, her still sleepy brain kindly reminded her that she was down to her last dose on insulin - and she had no idea how to get some more.

[color=goldenrod]"Hells. Who needs to live anyways?"[/color] She muttered sarcastically before stripping and enjoying and a hot soak in the shower - which of course, wasn't enjoyable at all, because the water was fucking colder than a Frost Giant's ballsack.

After that breath-taking shower, Mia towel-dried her hair to some extent, just so it wasn't dripping ice-cold water down her already freezing back, and threw on a vest top and old jeans that she'd brought in with her. As she re-entered the bedroom the smell of cooked eggs hit her, and her belly grumbled loudly - dang. What she wouldn't give for some bacon right now. Oooh, cooked in lard with some mushrooms, oh sweet lord.

[color=goldenrod]"Can somebody please tell me why we're wakin' up at this ungodly hour?"[/color] Mia said through a yawn as she walked into the kitchen, seeing three of them up and bright-eyed. [color=goldenrod]"Oh, and mornin', I suppose. We got any ketchup left?"[/color] She asked, irritation of the early-morning wake up forgotten at the sight of the eggs. Heaping some on a plate, Mia walked then to the cupboards to try and find some tomato sauce, and a replacement for bread. Couldn't have eggs without bread.

She was in luck - there was a bit of ketchup left in a bottle, and as she stood up on her tiptoes, she only just managed to pull out an unfinished box of pop-tarts that she'd hidden there the day before. Peeking in, it appeared out of the three she'd left, two were gone.
[i][color=goldenrod]"Well god-fuckin' dammit, why do I even bother? I bet it was Jay... sucker is gon' die today."[/color][/i] She thought to herself with a sigh, throwing the last one in the decrepit toaster and watching it carefully. She wanted chocolate flavour, not "spent-three-days-burning-in-the-barbecue-depths-of-Hell" flavour.

Already feeling disgusted looks, Mia fished her pop-tart out before it was incinerated, throwing it on the plate with the eggs and sauce before sitting down and tucking in. Eggs, chocolate and ketchup went together surprisingly well.

[color=goldenrod]"So, what's the plan today? Are we spendin' hours locked in a room, or spendin' hours locked in a jeep?"[/color] She asked, directing the question towards Lia and Andy. Although the tone was sarky, her sweet, honeyed Georgian tones made the quip a little less harsh. 

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