[center][hr][hr][img]http://i.imgur.com/rRJmzQK.gif[/img][hr][hr][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LjVhNTVmMS5SV3hzYVdVZ1JIVnJaUSwsLjA,/league-script.league-script.png[/img][hr][hr][b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Outdoors → The Great Indoors
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Those Awake[hr]


By all accounts the sunrise was something beautiful to behold, topped only by the finality and romance of a sunset; yet for all the stories and ideals attributed to the sunrise, Ellie saw nothing wonderful about them. A sunrise was just another 'thing' that happened; it meant nothing other than the fact that another day had begun while on the other side of the planet the day was ending. No romance. No beauty. Nothing. The magic of sunrises vanished after multiple weeks of waking up while most people were sound asleep, save those that were out slowly killing themselves physically and mentally by binge drinking their pains away. 

Today's sunrise was no different. Ellie Duke had risen before the sun did and with it before the others in the house; she was still operating on 'call time' which had the side effect of having her up before the crack of dawn. She wasn't working on set right now but that didn't stop her body from acting like she was. Being awake so early did come with certain benefits, top among them being alone time to think. Thinking was something she had to do a lot of recently with a simple thought taking up most of her head. 

[i]'Why am I even here?'[/i]

Here, of course, meant the house that she and several others were currently residing in. It was no secret to anyone that the people inside the house were not exactly leaping for joy at the idea of being around Ellie, and Ellie wasn't making any effort to act like she was excited to be there. Honestly, it's as if the bunch of them act like they're better people because the only things people hear about them is who they're hooking up with. Ellie had a reputation and it seemed that reputation was in the heads of the supposed bunch of associates, even if her thoughts towards them were on the neutral side. What did she care about the musicians or the whatevers unless they got it in their small heads that they could hang on her court? Why then should they, in turn, care about what she did? Who was the one that was going to the ceremonies and having their name read in the nominee list? So let the housemates cry their opinions. No one here had any right to judge. 

Ellie's time in the house thus far hadn't been a bunch of fun and games, but rather an exercise in swimming through an ocean of supposed professionals and their carry on baggage. She had her own, of course, but then she wasn't the one trying to lie behind smiles. It was these early morning moments that Ellie found most enjoyable. No one awake. No one around to start trouble or roll their eyes. Just her, the quiet, and the newspaper. How many of their kind flocked immediately to the entertainment section or the gossip publications despite both being nothing more than puff pieces? And yet Ellie was the one with the 'ego'. How'd that work? 

Ellie only cared about the sports section and used this break before dawn to catch herself up on the games she had missed. Detroit had embarrassed her team, which hurt to read, but not as much as it hurt to know that she might be unable to actually attend a game to support them all summer. As she flipped through the sports section, she nibbled on what appeared to be waffles but were unlike any that she had tasted. In that they were subpar in comparison to her own recipe. After getting halfway through one, Ellie shook her head and discarded the rest. 

By this time the sun had risen, or at least was rising, and the sounds of others stirring about was carrying through the silence. Ellie heard the familiar chime of the morning news and not long after that a falling thud. A sigh brought Ellie out of the deck chair and inside the dining room proper. 

[color=cyan]"What does summer have to do with waking up?"[/color] Ellie announced her presence with a question and pursed lips towards the pianist, [color=cyan]"What, does the world of [i]piano playing[/i] only start after noon?"[/color] Ellie crossed over towards the fridge to grab a gallon of milk and a glass from the cupboard. [color=cyan]"You'd never last in a field that mattered."[/color] 

Ellie downed half the glass of milk in one go, wasting no time in topping the beverage off before going in for a second helping. [color=cyan]"Oh, those were your waffles?"[/color] Ellie's eyes turned to Zahra for the briefest of moments, [color=cyan]"Those are gone. I couldn't stand to see substandard food staining this house."[/color] There was no hint of apology in her voice; in Ellie's eyes she had done Zahra a favor. Somehow she doubted others would see it that way, but then so few understood her methods anyway. Amateurs, the lot of them.[/center]