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With a large thump a woman with big, black combat boots flopped into a booth. Her eyes, still seeming bleary from a late night, sluggishly found a menu. The woman snatched it up and reclined herself into the most comfortable part of the booth and heavily brought her boots to rest on the table. Many eyes turned to look at this rude behavior, to which the woman would flick up her gunpowder and charcoal smeared eyes for a moment to stare at them in turn, only to look down at the menu again, unconcerned. It didn't seem like anyone was going to tell her what to do, yet, and if anyone did they'd be in for a very unpleasant time.

This punk rock woman was named Sam -- short for Samantha. She had picked out a Green Day American Idiot shirt and some ripped up, skin tight, black jeans as well. The black matched her somewhat emaciated looking black hair that held in the bangs streaks of deep plum purple. On her fingers appeared chipping black nail paint and on her eyes a smear of blacks and grays. Her aura screamed something of, 'don't mess with me', especially being that she wasn't in the best of moods this morning.

The woman had hid them as best she could with concealer, but her eyes wore deep dark circles beneath them that revealed that she had not slept well. Her night had been filled with fiery aches and pains in her muscles and a sweat the persisted through the night. Sam was sure she was sick with one thing or another and she considered going to a doctor's this morning, but that would have been too pricy. She didn't pay her health insurance this month because she had wanted to by some new albums. However, luckily, it seemed as if the sweating and the pains had passed for now, a fact that she was very thankful for. She was still weak from the endeavor so she longed for some breakfast.

Sam spotted someone who looked waitery and called him over with a very courteous, "[color=a0410d]Hey, you, waiter dude. Can ya get me some black coffee?[/color]" She paused for a moment as her stomach gave a small roar. "[color=a0410d]And uh... croissant or whatever.[/color]"

[@Ambra] (Garrett)