Kivana woke to the dull clanging of a small iron bell accompanied by the unintelligible shouting of one of the staff.  Immediately Kivana rose, her feet touching the floor before the wake up caller was through, and was fully dressed before the lazier of the girls had finished rubbing their eyes.  The uniform of the orphanage was much more revealing than the black cloak and funeral shroud Kivana slept in.  Her neck, collarbone and limbs were exposed, accentuating her gaunt, skeleton-like figure.  She took advantage of her appearance on most mornings by hanging her densely black hair over her face and scareing the other girls who had fallen back asleep by masquerading as an undead.

Grabbing her cloak, Kivana joined the other senior girls by the door in wait to be permitted to the mess hall.  She began wrapping her hands in a thin white fabric whilst listening to the conversation of the other girls.  Kivana usually sat alone or on the sidelines of various friend groups.  Figuring that no one would approach her, she donned the black cloak -- hoping none of the staff would instruct her to take it off -- and walked among the lower classes who were beginning to congregate in circles, looking for a dead rat or spider to animate and play with in the short time she had left before food would be served. 

She stalked around the bunks, lowering her head to look under beds, desks and night-stands.  She overheared a whisper or two commenting on her behavior from some of the younger girls that were curious enough to gossip but not enough to approach an upperclassman.