[color=8882be][right][h3][i]Naomi Kaplan[/i][/h3]
[b]House:[/b] [i]Ventrue[/i]  [b][color=662d91]//[/color][/b]  [b]Rank:[/b] [i]Kyres[/i]
[b]Location:[/b] [i]House Ventrue[/i] [b] [color=662d91]//[/color][/b]  [b]Interacting With:[/b] [i]N/A[/i][/right]
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Naomi had been up for hours. It was if the anxiety she had was eating her alive. Or maybe she was just hungry. Sometimes she couldn't really tell the difference. She leaned over the soft wooden desk she was sitting at and adjusted the lamp the brighten but only slightly. She had spent her formidable years hiding her reading and it was a habit that was hard for her to break.