[b]Crescent Town: 10:30 AM, Spring 4[/b]
[b]Inn - Phoebe's room [/b]

Sunlight seeping in through the rooms window as it slowly made its way across the sky. Most people probably had been up already, since most folks around here start their day with the rising of the sun. Phoebe however, was never a morning person and if she was up at the time, then either she had stayed up all night or it was going to end up being a bad day for her. She was more of a night owl. A small yawn cam from underneath her blankets as she attempted to pull them over her head to try and get a few more minutes of sleep. The accursed sunlight though saw that it was going to be futile. Giving a heavy sigh she threw her covers off of her and sat up in her bed, giving her arms a good stretch accompanied by another yawn.

From where she sat on her bed she looked over her room still in a half asleep state. It was messy and as unkempt as ever. She should probably attempt to clean it, or at least pick up the clothes and the few other pieces of trash that littered the room. The thought of working however, caused her to yawn loudly as her gaze fell on the evil window that was letting in the treacherous sunlight that destroyed her blissful slumber. "You win today, fiend." She muttered under her breath with a glare at the window. "But not tomorrow! I will...sleep more tomorrow!" She vowed to herself. After making a vow to defeat her sworn enemy she sleepily got out of her bed, and with another yawn looked at the clock that was ticking away. "Ten....thirty?...." She scrunched her face, obviously trying to think of something that she was forgetting. "What time...did I need to be at work today?" After a few seconds of silence a sigh escaped her lips. "Meh, like I care. If those guys ain't doin' their job that's their problem."

With that, she threw off her pajamas, dressed herself and fixed her hair into her standard ponytail. Her stomach rumbled hungrily as she opened the door to her room. It was past normal breakfast time. She should probably get some food before heading out. What was the cooks here name? Lupe? Luis?...did it even start with an L? Meh. Not like she'd be getting into any real conversation anyways. For all she knew, his name could be Idiot. Heh, that would actually be kind of funny if someone was named that. So with a rare smile donning her face, she made her way to where the food was.