Brown eyes flickered open, sweat sticking unruly short brown hair to a damp, flat pillow. The last time that Parker remembered looking at before clocking out was 7:33AM, and before that, 6:59AM, and before that, 5:42AM. Now... the girl reached a lanky arm for the other side of the bed, where her phone lay charging. Not. Apparently in her nightly fits, she'd accidentally smacked her phone and the charger in separation, and her phone battery blinked at a warm seventy percent. Reaching for the charger that'd fallen to the ground, Parker easily snapped the two back together, her phone buzzing in her hand. Eight o'clock. Well, perhaps that was enough sleeping anyways.

The girl slowly pulled herself up, repeating a soft mantra of, "Deep breath in, deep breath out." There was always something disorienting in waking up to unfamiliar places, which was why Parker tried to do so only when necessary. She sat at the side of her bed, resting her elbow to her knees, her thin arms looking even thinner from the odd shadows placed by the leaking sunlight. "Deep breath in," she whispered as she inhaled, counting to eight in her head, "Deep breath out," her breath came out as a low hiss, elongated to ten seconds. She did the ritual three more times before rising to her feet, making her way to the curtain covered windows and tossing them aside. Man, how was she gonna earn enough for those plane tickets? Maybe she could just hitchhike her way home, thought Parker to herself as she started to her bed once more, the idea of hitchhiking tugging a smile on her lips. That was possible one of the stupidest ideas she could've thought of.

She unplugged her phone, disappointed to see that it'd only charged two more percents than being completely charged despite the small amount of time that'd passed, tucking it in between her shorts and underwear, seeing as she found no other place to put it given the lack of pockets. Parker made her way to her partially unzipped luggage, opening it the whole way and tossing on a tee over her tank top, slipping off her shorts and gripping her phone as she changed into another pair- these with pockets, and not as short as the last one. Her stomach growled as she slam dunked the short shorts in with the rest of her luggage, and Parker decided that it was probably a good time to head down for some breakfast. 

Her foot accidentally knocked against another bag she'd bought with her, filled with her electronic needs, and as she did so, accidentally knocked out a box. It was, perhaps, a bit foreignly effeminate given that it had been a gift from her mother. A makeup bag, her mother had told her, as though it was something she would use. Even as a child Parker had been a bit of a tomboy, but the idea of makeup was so terrifyingly obscure that she strayed from it. Why bother learning about something you weren't good at, anyways? Well, as for the kit, it was now stuffed with her female goods, as well as the bottle of medicine and vitamins she found necessary to take with her. 

Reaching a tan arm towards the fallen kit, Parker opened it and pulled out her medicine bottle, deciding that perhaps she should take it today. It had been, after all, a week since she'd touched the things. Then again... it /had/ been a week since she'd touch the things, and she was fine. So, maybe... Parker placed the pill bottle back into the kit and zipped it shut, tossing the heart patterned box onto the bed. Slipping on sandals, she headed out of her room, making sure her key was in her pocket.

The small corridor made /it/ not too hard to miss. Parker remembered her lessons, however, and avoided eye contact, turning her body so her back faced the glowering owl. It had only been a glimpse, she noted to herself, but the hallway seemed much smaller after seeing Miss Fortune. Parker reached for the wall to her right, wondering if it was perhaps because of how cramped the owl man had looked, contorting his body to fit in the slim rectangular shape. Before she could continue thinking, her nostrils were filled with the scent of food, and her stomach growled again.

Her dark brown bangs bounced over her eyes as she walked past a head banging individual, obviously quite enamored in his music. She heard him take a seat behind her, and it was only then did her eyes sweep over the room, to catch the number of people seated. It wasn't too large, but it wasn't as though everyone was alone either. Though, spare the two loudly chatting it up, it did seem everyone was rather... well... 
Parker turned to grab herself a a meal, conversation hummed dimly behind her. Opting for two bowls rather than a plate, Parker poured herself a bowlful of cereal and milk, the other bowl piled high with a mix of vegetables and fruit. She passed by the coffee machine as she made her way to an available seat across a man with a mouthful of egg and a plateful of a plain bagel, her nose scrunching instinctively at the stench. Never was a fan of coffee, and it embarrassed her as an "adult" to admit it- someone giggled in the distance, as though having noticed her face, but Parker put it off as someone else minding their own conversation.

"Hope you don't mind," she nodded to her seatmate, regarding her occupancy of part of the table, taking a spoonful of cereal before the other party could respond.