[b]Renn Raven[/b]
[b]Location: [/b][i]Swallowhouse Apartments/Subway system[/i]
[b]Interactions: [/b][i]Open[/i]
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Renn was already awake when her alarm went off; the phone buzzing on her nightstand although she couldn't hear it through the music blasting through her earbuds. The fight last night had done nothing to settle her nerves and she'd woken up far earlier than necessary, twitching with nervous energy. Originally she tried to get back to sleep but she was restless and that was when she turned her attention to the punching bag in the corner of her room. 

She went through the methodical process of wrapping her paws and doing a quick warm-up stretch before completely laying into the faux leather. [i]Thud, Thud, ThudThud, Thud.[/i] She matched the tempo and rhythm of her music through the playlist, only stopping when the songs started looping for the third time. She stilled the bag, breathing heavily as she removed the earbuds, only now hearing the alarm that had been going off for the last ten minutes. [color=blueviolet]"Shit."[/color] She huffed, scrabbling over to silence it. Thankfully her neighbours didn't seem to mind the noise that was constantly coming from her apartment. She sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before resigning herself to the shower and padding through to the bathroom; paw pads quiet on the hardwood flooring. She was glad she'd managed to find an apartment on her own and didn't have to share anything. 

The thought of sharing a bathroom once again made her shudder.

Renn showered quickly, not hesitating under the temperamental spray. One minute it could be hot as hell but the next, freezing cold and she didn't want to hang around longer than necessary to experience the latter. Although the shower did remind her of the group home she lived in for a while, it wasn't exactly fond memories. 

She dried herself off and sat at the desk to begin the process of removing her sleeper piercings and replacing them with the metal jewellery, finishing off with clipping her usual two chairs to the two hoops at the top of her left ear. The caracal dressed, grabbing a t-shirt featuring a band she barely listened to anymore, a black and white varsity style jacket and a pair of ripped, dark grey jeans, cuffed at the ankles. 

She checked herself over in the mirror, patted her pockets down for her essentials, grabbed her backpack snd headed out to the street for the short walk to the subway system. As much as she hated public transport, it was going to ve the quickest way to the university. 

She tapped her card in and joined the swarm towards the platform, scowling as a much larger feline pushed past. [color=blueviolet]"Hey! Watch it, dumbass."[/color] She growled under her breath and stormed past, positioning herself towards the end of the platform in hopes of avoiding the crush.