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[hr][sub][color=#ffeca6][u][b]Location:[/b][/u][/color] ► Omega Psi Phi House ► Her Room ◄
[color=#ffeca6][u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u][/color] ► Anna Palumbo [@Hushed Whispers], anyone by the car ◄[/sub]
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[indent]Waking up to an anxiety attack wasn't exactly ideal, but Ash should be used to them by now. In fact, she [i]was[/i] used to them, kind of, so used to them in fact that she could barely be bothered to outwardly show any signs of having them anymore. Still, her insides were a twisting mess; a dark forest entrapping some poor princess, a writhing pile of snakes. A Mess. As she stared up at the ceiling of the Omega Psi Phi house she swore she could feel her own guts crawling up into her throat, preparing themselves to make some sort of fiendish getaway. Her tranqs were a few inches away, sitting nicely on her nightstand in their tall, orange bottle. Xanax, her keeper. The sunlight gleamed through the medicine bottle, painting half of Ash's face a glowing orange and blinding her. From down below, she could hear the familiar cries from Anna, instructing everyone to "Move it!"

Ash wasn't a morning person, but she was a party person, and the beach sounded like the ideal place to get drunk right now, even if the sun was very well ready to strike her and her migraine down the second she stepped outside. So, Ash sat up and held her insides together with one finely manicured hand while the other shakily grabbed her pill bottle. She popped the cap and shook out three tiny white pills that offered the possibility of normalcy. 

Her insides writhed. Her heart echoed loudly in the cavern of her body. And she swallowed those three pills dry and stood to prepare for her day. Whoever lived nearby already seemed awake and ready to beat some idiot boys to the beach. Despite the notion of rushing being the correct one, Ash took her sweet time picking her outfit and fixing up her face. The wreckage in her body slowly quelled as time went on, relaxed by the pills and her routine. She was ready in twenty minutes, far from her usual record of ten. 

She escaped her room when ready, clutching a very pretty purse to her hip as she drifted sleepily through the bustling home of the Omega Psi Phi girls, waving hello to anyone who offered her one. The smell of eggrolls made her stomach roll disgustingly, and she watched with narrowed eyes as Chou brought the breakfast out to the other girls. Eating so early in the day would certainly kill Ash's stomach, and eggrolls, in particular, made her break out. Most greasy foods did.

Ash followed some of the other girls out, pulling her sunhat tightly over her red-rimmed eyes as she settled down to stand next to Chou. Her expression divulged nothing of her earlier anxiety attack: she merely looked a little sleepy, a little lazy, and forever smirk-y.

[color=#ffeca6]"Morning, family. Still got room in the car, Anna?"[/color] Ash asked, tapping a sharp nail on her elbow, [color=#ffeca6]"I don't take up too much space."[/color][/indent]

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