[center][color=lavender][h1]Mary Smith [/h1][/color]
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[b]location[/b]: Kitchen
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Everyone in kitchen[/center]
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Mary wasn't one to sleep in, per se, but she most definitely wasn't an early riser. Today, however, she had no choice but to wake early. The sound of a heavy riff pierced the silence of her room from her phone, seated next to her pillow on her bed. Mary awoke abruptly, flailing slightly as she sleepily attempted to grasp her mobile in an uncoordinated and not-yet-half-awaken fashion that was anything but glamourous. Eventually, after a few incidents of the phone slipping a few centimetres in another direction as she attempted to grasp it, and a multitude of groans she finally caught it. Miraculously the caller hadn't given up yet. Not noting the caller ID she, somehow, successfully answers the call. [color=lavender]"Hello?"[/color] she mumbles into the phone, still half-asleep. 
"Did I awaken sleeping beauty?" Chuckles the caller from the other end of the line in a natural British accent. Mary found the accent comforting after being surrounded by Americans all week, not that she had a problem with Americans. Their accents, although not amazing, were fine but the little piece of home was a nice surprise. What was more comforting, however, was the owner of that voice. Johnathon, her fiance. "I think that earns me a kiss when you get back! What time is it there sweetheart?" Mary scrambles to check the time on her phone.
[color=lavender]"About a quarter to seven,"[/color] she yawns into the phone.
"The perfect time to rise and shine then!" Johnathon claims with a chuckle. From there the couple engage in conversation as they recount their last week and throw joking insults, Mary coming to be fully awake throughout the conversation. Eventually the couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Mary flings her arms out, taking advantage of the space in her large bed and gives a sigh. It was too late, and she was too awake, to try and fall asleep again. Besides, she could hear faint, distant chatter downstairs, others were obviously up and readying themselves for the day so it was probably time Mary joined in.

Feeling rather chipper from her early morning conversation, even if it involved an early wake up, Mary found the will to get off her lazy backside and opened the curtains. Sunlight spilled into the room in an instant seeming to heat the already warm room in no time at all. She gave a slight sigh, thanking God for the direction the day had taken already in hopes it was a good sign that the day would go just as successfully as it seems it would, a normal early morning ritual for the young Brit. Eventually she gave a yawn, rolling her shoulders, her eyes catching the glint of the blacked out screen. A touch of the mousepad followed by the right combination would lead you a music scoring app. Even on holiday Mary couldn't escape her job, not that she minded, Mary loved her job (not that she would call it a job really) not for the admirers or money but for the feeling music put in her, the feeling she got when she played for others. She shook her head slightly, mentally scolding herself, she was meant to be on a holiday, not working!

More faint chatter could be heard from the lower storey as more woke up. Mary considered getting changed before meeting them downstairs but what was the point? She was going to have a shower soon anyway, she was sure the others could deal with her in her pajamas anyway, not that what she everything wore to bed was all that pajama-y anyway. So she soon treaded down the stairs barefoot in her short cotton shorts and a blue tank top which revealed a section of both sides of her tattoo. Quite quickly she caught on to the conversation, Ashleigh commenting on how nice it was for the gang to be together once more. Standing at the entrance into the kitchen, and most probably unnoticed, Mary gave a simple bob of her head before commenting on the matter. 
[color=lavender]"It's nice to see you all again,"[/color]. She says before collecting a mug, placing it on the counter and taking the milk from next to Ellie. From there she proceeds to make herself a coffee, letting Ashleigh continue talking. [color=lavender]"Count me out of pilates, please! Too calm for a drummer,"[/color] she jokes with a slight chuckle before continuing, [color=lavender]"Seriously though, I'm not getting forced into [i]another[/i] pilates session, I reckon I'm not fully recovered from that time my fiancé's sister forced me to go, and that was almost a year ago!"[/color]