Emily woke up way too early to the sound of a blaring horn. She groaned, taking a quick look at the alarm clock she never set, the time '6:03' displayed on it clock, and banged at it with a fist that made the fresh scar on her hand sting, hoping to turn it off. The blaring continued and she turned her head and buried it under a pillow with a groan. Jordan had really given the woman a beating the night before, too much for her to care to find a lover, instead she dragged Jordan (who she didn't knock quite unconscious) to the her place to sleep on the couch as she made the point they didn't have a healer for the night if she was internally bleeding before she got herself pissed. The blaring continued and despite the fact she was hurting and tired she finally got out of bed to check out the noise. 

She walked through the living room, wrapping a robe around herself, although she didn't mind if her neighbours saw her in her lingerie (many if which had on probably a few occasions) that didn't stop the cold air of the morning. She offered Jordan only a glance before walking out to the balcony of her third story flat to assess the noise. There she saw a van, a rather cool looking one if she were honest. She was ready to go give the driver a piece of her mind before she connected the dots from the previous day. She then went to Jordan, grabbing one of the pillows that rested near the bed and whacking her in the head with it. [color=darkturquoise]"Broom Broom, bitch,"[/color]