[color=FEE5AC][b]Dinah McBride / female / 21 / hero
Location:[/b] A College Kids' Apartment -> Hallow Grounds; It's too Early for This
[b]Possible Interactions: [/b][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Metronome][/color]

Dinah rose early the next morning sore and still tired, her alarm jolting her awake at the bright and early hour of 5:45am. She groaned and grabbed her phone, quickly shutting off the incessant buzzing and laying still for a moment. If she didn't have class at 8, she would have just gone back to sleep. But since she had gone on a midnight adventure instead of doing her homework, she had doomed herself to an early morning of equations and unhealthy amounts of coffee. No, the hero lifestyle was not for her. She could barely keep up with classes, work, and her internship. Thankfully, it seemed that no one had been hurt the night before, thanks to whoever that Hijack fellow was and the lightening lady. She couldn't speak for the cyborg, but it looked to be in pretty bad shape when she fled the scene. 

After mustering up the motivation, she finally rolled out of bed and bleary eyed, pushed her way out of her room into the small living area. She was immediately greeted with the sight of a boy was passed out on the couch with a pillow under his head and a bucket on the floor. Kyle must have been too drunk to make it home safely after her roommates' party. There was still trash and clutter everywhere, and the TV was on; it probably had been all night. The aftermath could have been worse, so cleaning it up wouldn't be the worst experience. She walked over to check on Kyle, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, when the newscaster's voice on the TV behind her suddenly cut out.

[i]"Good Morning."[/i]

The tone was low and the audio quality rather poor, causing Dinah to turn around and face the television with knitted brows. She watched the broadcast in silence, not exactly sure what she was witnessing. Strange and seemingly unrelated images flashed across the screen as the voice relayed its message to whomever happened to be watching at this ungodly hour. It was brief and strange, the feed cutting back to the news and a flabbergasted anchor, who quickly tried to get her show back on track. Dinah stood without moving for a few seconds, unsure of what to think or do with the information that had just been provided. Whatever it was, she had a bad feeling about it. 

Now thoroughly confused and still trying to wake up, she switched off the ancient piece of tech and shuffled to the kitchen and hunted around her cabinets for coffee. She pulled out the tin and popped with lid only to find a few measly grains nestled at the bottom. [i]Damn[/i]. She tossed the empty container into the full trash can and went back to her room. She would just have to go out and get caffeine elsewhere, there was no way she would be able to do any sort of calculus without it. She tossed her pjs on the unmade bed and dug through her closet for a few minutes before settling on leggings with a baggy blue sweater and heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

By the time she had finished and returned to the living room to get her backpack, Kyle had woken up and was rubbing his temples with an agonized expression. She smirked and rolled her eyes as she moved past the twenty-year-old to grab her things. [color=FEE5AC]"We're out of coffee,"[/color] she informed him as she pulled her shoes on, [color=FEE5AC]"You'll have to ask Chelsea or Nat to go pick up more."[/color]

She received no reply other than a pained grumbling while she snatched her keys and left the apartment, pushing loose blonde hair out of her face as she descended the stairs. The nearest coffee shop was "Hallow Grounds", an establishment many of the locals frequented, and was always a great place to go in a pinch. The bell chimed merrily as she entered, the TV catching her eye when she stepped into line to place her order. Looking around the strangely somber atmosphere, she had to wonder if anyone else had seen the same broadcast she had earlier that morning, if anyone might have any clue what it meant. There was a small part of her that considered that it could have been a part of last night's shenanigans, but with the amount of strange people in the city, each with their own agenda, it was unlikely.