[i]Mrrrr

Mrrrrrrrr[/i]

A cellphone vibrated, reverberating off the pillow that currently smothered it, and filled the ears of a sleeping person with a constant hum of energy and excitement. Texts came in like bullets, rapidly filling up the mound of blankets' screen without haste, and after the fifteenth tone the mound finally shifted. Chris sat up slowly, a heavy yawn escaping her lips as a slender hand reached down under the pillow and pulled out the rather large smart phone, annoyance making her eyebrow twitch. The screen glowed and buzzed with a constant rhythm, and repeated words filled the tired eyes of Chris. "A girl was murdered" was a constant phrase, and with each text Chris slowly woke up more and more, curiosity peaking in her mind. A murder? That can't possibly be real. Finally awake enough to get ready for the day, she rose from the bed, shivering as chilled dorm air suddenly met her bare skin. Glancing down, Chris realized she was just wearing a pair of (nerdy) boxers, no more, no less. She must have left the party last night naked, seeing as she was stripped down to her underwear and the outfit she had worn was no where to be found on the messy floor beneath her feet.

"Oh well." She whispered carelessly, staggering over to the bathroom door despite her mind's cries of protest. Once inside the tiled room she collapsed onto the toilet seat-cover, head lurching down into her hands as she attempted to wrap her mind around the idea of a murder happening at a place like this. It just didn't seem... Real. But, then again, after such an intense party nothing did. The faint aching of a hangover filled her head and joints, and the idea of going back to bed came and went as she grew more and more curious over the supposed murder.

[i]'Maybe I'll go check out the crime scene... If there is one.'[/i]

With that thought in mind she rose up again, turning towards the mirror above the porcelain sink. Lines of unwashed makeup smothered her cheeks and eyes, and a particularly bright lipstick stain was prominent on her neck. Her black hair was wild and greasy, and the spots on her face without makeup were red with blemishes and break outs. Disgust filled her eyes, making her lips part in a grimace as she glanced away and sighed. Much work was needed today. With a final sigh and glance at her messy reflection she turned the handles until steaming water poured from the faucet. She scrubbed the makeup off fiercely with a mixture of suds and some sort of cream, and rinsed, and repeated until she was left with a red, blank slate. After finishing up with her face she quickly jumped into the showered and washed the rest of her body, then returned to stand in front of the mirror, starting today's makeup art.

Once her face was painted to be somewhat masculine and she looked like a healthy human being again, Chris bound her breasts and changed, then gathered up materials for the day (which included her phone, backup makeup, a sketchbook, and some pastels). Everything was eventually packed into a plain tote bag, and once it was filled she turned and exited the messy dorm, entering the sun-lit hall of the complex. People poured through the hall, which was rather odd since most of the time it was dead quiet thanks to all the tired students or classes, and Chris watched the separated mass of bodies with curiosity, listening intently to the whispers that filled the air.

[i]murder

dead a girl is dead

you can see blood

redrumredrum[/i]

Chris felt a smirk grace her face, finding that the rumors sounded like something out of a horror movie. After another moment of watching she finally stepped into the hall, moving through the plush-carpeted corridor quickly, mind set on the door at the very end of the way. Her fingers tapped across the large screen of her phone as she walked, typing a quick message to her good friend, Lily:

[b]"Hey L hear about the murder? Im heading to the scene now i think"[/b] 

She sent the text off without proof reading and shoved the phone back into her tote, pushing through the glass doors and whining as sunlight filled her gaze and blinded her momentarily, head screaming in protest. She blinked once, twice, then glanced across the green hills and scattered buildings of the university campus, instantly catching red and blue lights out of the corner of her eye. A group seemed to have gathered around the scene already, and Chris noted that it was centered around an alley between two of the campus buildings. With a final glance about she turned and headed towards the crime scene, curiosity and fear and excitement leading her forward while her face remained as empty and sweet as it normally did.