[Center][h1][u][Color=A52A2A]Bailey Collins[/color][/u][/h1]
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Room 11 - Cafeteria

[U][i]Interacting with[/i][/u]
[@jinxer]
[@wolverbells]
[@kimmininja]
[@Utrax]

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[Center][Color=A52A2A]"Wha-"[/color][/center]

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[Color=A9A9A9]Bailey sleepily thrust his arm out from beneath the covers and blindly smacked at the nightstand, seeking to silence the irritating alarm but managed to knock off his glasses to the floor instead. [Color=A52A2A][i]'Shit.'[/i][/color] he moaned internally before sitting up. The room around him swam as his eyes began to adjust. Confusion and sleep pulled at his senses. Nothing around him made sense, this wasn't his room. Using the palms of his hand he wiped away the the last tendrils of sleep in his eyes as memories flooded back. [Color=A52A2A][i]'Oh.'[/i][/color] Now everything made sense again, more or less. 

He didn't want to get up, Bailey wanted to crawl back under the covers and surrender himself to the bliss of dreaming. Instead he was given another announcement, done in the same metallic drone as the night before. Frowning he slid out of the bed, careful to not step on his glasses. [Color=A52A2A]"Should I make the bed?"[/color] he questioned out loud before shrugging than worry off. Surely if they minded they'd let him know. For now he had more important things to worry about like [I]breakfast[/i]. 

Spying a open door in his room, Bailey found his bathroom and rushed through his morning ritual. He left his clothes in a like as he stepped into the shower, scrubbing away whatever tiredness that still lingered in his limbs. 

[Color=A52A2A]"Clothes?"[/color] he kicked at his worn ones before looking around. Surely they didn't expect them to wear the same things over and over. What if they had them wear uniforms? His mind wandered as he opened up the closet to find a fully stocked wardrobe similar to the fashion he and come in. [Color=A52A2A]"Huh."[/color] it shouldn't of surprised him but still he was set a little on edge. 

His stomach growled as it urged him to hurry and Bailey once more pushed down his uneasiness and changed into fresh clothes. [Color=A52A2A]"Man, I bet they don't allow smoking down here."[/color] He complained, his mood now set on irritation. Bailey liked to think of himself as a [i]social[/i] smoker but in truth he had been steadily upping the amount of cigarettes he had each day and right now his body hummed with the need for nicotine. Slamming the closet door shut he sulked over to the bed, managing to bump into foot rest along the way. [Color=A52A2A]"Fuck me."[/color] Bailey growled before snatching the glasses off the floor. 

Hurriedly he slammed the door to his room behind him and marched down to the cafeteria. [Color=A52A2A]"Great."[/color] he complained out loud as a few others came into sight. His bad mood poured out from him as he pushed past everyone and went to raid the kitchen- largely ignoring the rest of them as he started a pot of coffee. If he couldn't have nicotine, he was going to flood his body with caffeine. In the meantime he started poking around the fridge. Bailey shoved an apple onto his mouth as he grabbed some coffee cream. Kicking the door shut he set about making his first cup, visibly relaxing as the scent of coffee flooded the kitchen. 

It was only after his first sip that he realized he had rudely pushed himself around the others. Blinking he looked around and muttered, [color=A52A2A]"Sorry, nicotine withdraw."[/color] Bailey apologized sheepishly before taking another bite of his apple. [Color=A52A2A][i]'Wait.'[/i][/color] his mind clicked. Something was different, well someone was different. He vaguely remembered the mention of a new person over the intercom. Bailey looked her over once before heading out to sit down at the tables. [Color=A52A2A][i]'Cute.'[/i][/color] He noted. [/color]