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[indent][indent][color=darkgray]The morning was a blur. The room was a blur. The clothes were a blur. Everything was a blur.

Probably because Jillian was still somewhat reeling from the wake-up call, but it was an apt description of the past... month? Two months? It was hard to tell at this point. Everything ran together.

Knowing that she could probably expect a response at some point from Mei, she went through the motions of getting ready to be outside of her room, while not expecting to do so for long. In the old days, this was a meticulously choreographed routine. From how many brushes her lashes got from the mascara wand, to the right amount of peanut butter to smear on her toast, the Jillian O'Brien of the Edenridge days was a well-oiled machine. Now? Jill glanced around the scattered clothing on the floor, wondering if she could get away with wearing anything for a second day. [color=FD9100][i]Nah. Mom's seen me in all of these at this point...[/i][/color] She begrudgingly went to her wardrobe to pick out a fresh outfit of an oversized black Bruins tank top and a pair of jean shorts, both salvaged from a thrift store when she thought she would need clothing more for comfort than style. It was all she really cared to put on at the moment. Makeup? That was a joke question, right?

She trudged out of her ground-floor room and into the kitchen where her mother sat at the table, clearly in the midst of getting ready for work, but [url=https://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/amy-adams-arrival-photocall-venice-film-festival-2016-12.jpg]Shannon O'Brien's[/url] ears worked just fine. [color=sienna]"Hey Jilly! Help yourself to whatever is left on the stove. It'll probably be ice cold by the time Grace gets to eating.[/color] She turned around for a moment, but after confirming her youngest daughter's presence, went back to presumably scanning whatever paper she had in front of her.

Jillian stared down at the melange of hash browns, scrambled eggs and the couple strips of bacon that had been left out. In lighter times, there wouldn't be a scrap left after Ronan and Kieren had gotten through the offerings. But of course, they had moved on to bigger and better things. For Jillian, that better thing was the idea to avoid having to put much effort into making this a meal. She fished a tortilla out of a pack from the pantry, placed it on a plate, and dumped all the contents from the stove onto it.

The sound of the fridge opening made Shannon turn around again, spotting the pile Jillian had made. [color=sienna]"Honey bean, what are you doing?"[/color]

Jillian stood defiantly with the jar of salsa in her hand. [color=FD9100]"What? It's a breakfast burrito. If anything, I'm being very efficient."[/color]

[color=sienna]"OK, Rachael Ray,"[/color] she answered as she sipped the last of her coffee. [color=sienna]"Not going to argue. Just, don't get it all over your room, OK? Don't need ants again."[/color]

[color=FD9100]"I won't. I'll just get it on me. Then the ants can have me."[/color]

Shannon sighed in resignation. [color=sienna]"Just... try to get outside for a bit, OK? It's a beautiful day today. You don't want to waste it cooped up in your room."[/color]

That earned a shrug and a retreat from Jillian. [color=FD9100]"Seems like a great time to me..."[/color] she mumbled to herself as she took her breakfast hall back to her room. 

A couple of bites hit her mouth as she plunked the plate down on her dusty vanity, the mirror long faded over with detritus, much like the pictures that refused to come down. She went back to her phone and saw the message from her best friend and drinking partner. [color=FD9100]"Least someone understands me."[/color] She looked around her room for a second time, this time wondering if any bottles still held what she needed. It looked like half the Smirnoff somehow survived yesterday's battle, so that was a start. Still, she would probably need more. Maybe Ronan's skeezy friend Kevin was working at the convenience store today. That would be an easy way to restock. She stuck the vodka in a backpack as she nibbled at her breakfast while scouring the area. The only thing that stopped her was the pebble that came flying at her window.

While secretly hoping another dumb bug pinged itself off the glass, Jillian looked out and saw her friend, ready and waiting, answering the call for another round. Mei seemed to be the only one left in the town that Jillian could actually talk to about, well, anything and everything. Certainly not her family. They just wanted happy Jilly back. That girl was gone. At least Mei embraced her for who she was, and for that, she had the O'Brien girl's absolute loyalty. 

Jillian lifted the window of the room, struggling at first given how long it had been since she allowed fresh air to breeze through her room, but eventually lifting the heavy pane up to grant access. [color=FD9100]"Hey there, Midnight Rider. Glad the daytime ain't stoppin' ya. You wanna come in, or should I join ya out there? I can share my breakfast burrito if you're dying for a snack."[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]