[center][h1]Richard Bateman[/h1][/center]

Richard knew himself well. He was well aware he was not a morning person. He was also not a late morning, noon, or early afternoon person. If you had asked him the time he woke up over the course of the summer, he'd he ashamed to say usually past 2 in the afternoon. So waking up at 6:00 in the morning was definitely not something he'd ever do willingly, even with an alarm. He knew this well.

Which was why the night before, he had perched his alarm clock precariously over his head before he went to sleep, knowing that if there was one thing that would jolt him from dreamland. He set it for six, climbed into bed, and apologized to his future self.

It still didn't mean he forgave his past self when it hit him.

Groaning in pain and holding his head, he fumbled and desperately tried to turn it off, fully awake by the time he did so. He dragged himself out of bed, trudging towards the bathroom. He stood underwater for probably ten minutes, his head throbbing and mood sour. Well, he'd be in a bad mood even if his past self hadn't been a dick. Mornings were not for him.

He dried off, got dressed and brushed his teeth and hair, putting on his glasses. He knew he had a scowl on his face, but he didn't care. He was gonna get a migraine if he didn't get coffee soon. He checked the time, it was about time for breakfast. He grabbed his bag, knocking on the partition door. He intended to say something along the lines of "Yo, Robert, I'm going to get some breakfast", but what came out was more along the lines of "Yaamghmamnfgabfest". Close enough.

Like a zombie, more dead than alive, he shuffled out the door and down the hall, subconsciously going through the motions of getting food, and more importantly, getting coffee. He actually didn't know what kind of food he'd gotten, looked like lobster hash with poached eggs. Worked for him, as long as he got the 5-6 cups of coffee he'd need to be human again. He trundled over to where Bee sat, lurching into his seat with all the grace of a recently reanimated corpse. He grunted out a greeting to her, immediately turning his attention to his coffee. Conversation could wait until he finished his second cup.

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[center][h1]Felicity Goldberg[/h1][/center]

Felicity was used to her day starting early. 6:00 was usually when she woke up, getting out of bed and doing her morning stretches. Calisthenics were a great way to get ones blood pumping and muscles ready for the day. It was good to work up a little bit of a sweat, to open up your pores a little bit before you showered. That way the exfoliating face and body wash was at its most effective. She was careful with her shampoo and conditioning, so she wouldn't break her hairs when she scrubbed them. Then, while letting the conditioner sit, she'd shave her legs and pluck her brow, and apply medicine to any pimples so they would deflate.

After her hair was done, she returned to her room around 6:20, leaving the bathroom to her partner's use. Next, she pulled the chair of her desk closer to her vanity, and got out her elaborate makeup kit. Now came the most important part of the routine. Hiding that horrible scar on her face.

She had been applying makeup since she was a little girl, and had all the movements down to a practiced swipe and blot. Liquid concealer as a base, brushes to evenly apply it, powder puff to smooth and add more realistic color. By the time she was done, her scar was gone, the only evidence one could discern of it would be if they smudged right on her lip, and felt the slightly pocketed skin. Short of that, her weakness was invisible, and she highly doubted anyone would be smudging right between her mouth and nose.

A little eyeliner, mascara, and lip balm completed her look. A final brush of her hair and the securing of her uniform, and she was ready for the day! Grabbing her bag, she walked to the partition, knocking on it gently. 
"Korrey! It's Felicity! Would you like to walk to breakfast together?" she called. If he did, then she could reintroduce him to Monty, and hopefully her brother would be more hospitable to him if he knew he was her partner. Oh! And he could meet Nancy! They would definitely get along!