[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Fareeha[/color][/h1][[/b]
[color=coral]Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington.
Interacting With: everyone in the kitchen[/color][/centre]

Fareeha woke early, as was her habit, and after she dressed and got ready, Fareeha ran a hand through her hair, glancing around her [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_1jnxXDs4c/TrmFJTzEyhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Pro7GhPT-ys/s1600/egyptian%2Bbedrooms-egyptian%2Bthemed%2Bbedrooms-egyptian%2Bstyle%2Bdecorating.jpg]room[/url], which was for all intents and purposes, a little slice of home. her own design, she enjoyed coming back to its warmth and...safety. It was, at the moment, a little messy, something Fareeha was a little ashamed off. Working late into the night, Fareeha had retreated to the quiet of her room, and hunkered down, working on some new security as well as going over a recent mission, checking for any faults or just anything wrong, in both the security and the way it was executed. She had fallen asleep doing so, leaving the small mess where it was instead of cleaning it up like she normally did before bed. She sighed softly to herself, gathered up her papers, setting them neatly to the side, she tidied up, throwing clothes into the hamper, and straightening anything else, quickly making the bed. 

She then headed out of her room, starting to the security room, she entered with ease, one of a handful of people that could access the security, checking to make sure there were no blips  or issues with the system, noting the what would be later defined as a “Lucas Attack” on the system, and sighing softly. She checked to make sure he hadn’t got through, but still made a mental note to increase the system just slightly, add another layer, just in case. You could never be too careful, after all. Then she made her way back out, stopping by the training room, she examined it, checking to make sure there was no damage anywhere, and then, because she could smell the bacon and eggs, and it was irresistible, she began to make her way towards the kitchen, stopping, she gave a heavy sigh, looking at the photos of overwatch agents, her eyes drawn, as they always were, to her mother. She hadn’t been much of a mother, really, but she had been her mother. Knowing she had been more of a...burden to her mother then anything else, Fareeha still couldn’t help but love her, miss her, even as she was angry at her mother, something that would never be resolved.  At least, not now. 

She sighed to herself, and started towards the kitchen again, noting that there were  few people there, drawn no doubt by the scent. Angela, Lucas, ansgar, Winston, Erika...Her brother was, no doubt, still asleep.  She smiled at them all, content for the moment to lean against the door frame, and watch, Fareeha said [color=coral]”Good morning, everyone”[/color]