[center][h2]Anastasia[/h2][/center]
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[color=gold]"MORNING BITCHES!"[/color] Ana yelled as she erupted from her room. Hmmm, no response... Kendall must've been outside working, good on her.

Ana groaned as she did some morning stretches, her joints popping and grinding together. Ana then made her way into the kitchen and plucked a beer out of the fridge. It seemed that L wasn't about at the moment, Ana just assumed that L had retreated into the bunker to work on her tech. Typical tinker shenanigans.

With another groan, Ana stumbled into the lounge room and flopped onto the couch, flipping the cap off her beer bottle on her way down. She briefly fumbled around under the couch pillows looking for the remote, after a fruitless search she let out a miffed grunt. [color=gold][sub]"Why do people have to move things... I had it exactly where I wanted it..."[/sub][/color] Looking to the left of the TV she spotted the remote sitting neatly next to the TV. Ana got up and retrieved the remote before sinking back into the couch and flicking on the television. [color=gold]"Wonder what shit's on..."[/color] 

Ana was hoping for news on what the Guard was up to. If the rumours were to be believed, then the Guard was going to be seeing some changes, whether they were good or bad. Instead of the news, Ana was greeted by the morning cartoons. Perhaps that was a sign that Ana should lay off the cape stuff for today.