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[indent][sub][COLOR=violet][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Kitchen, Barlowe Residence[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=violet][b]Timeframe[/b][/COLOR] [I]Early Morning[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=violet][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=violet][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]N/A[/I][/right][/SUP][/indent]

Having been up since early that morning, Delaney leaned against the kitchen counter as she waited for her coffee to finish brewing. Her hair was wet from an earlier shower and just hung in wet strands past her shoulders. It was a miracle she could even still shower at this point. Or the fact that she had yet to run out of coffee. Which, in fact, would be the true beginning of the end for the woman. She could barely function without the bitter brew.

Her eyes ran over her meek kitchenette set. A small, white round dining table sat in the back of the room, two wooden chairs pulled up to the edge. She didn't understand why she needed two chairs anymore. The woman barely had any visitors, especially as of late. The thoughts snapped her out of her daze and she shook her head. [color=violet]"The apocalypse is literally outside my door and I'm worried about an unused chair..."[/color]

Quiet beeping alerted her that her mug of Joe was complete. Grabbing an almost empty carton of soy milk from the fridge, she added just a dash to the bright yellow mug before returning it. Delaney wrapped both hands around the cup as she brought it to her lips. She closed her eyes as she savored the sip, allowing her mind to completely settle. It was soon disturbed by the sound of pawprints running into the room.

Her eyes opened as she smiled down at her beloved pet. [color=violet]"Hey, buddy. Ready to go to the clinic?"[/color]

The pup barked gently in response, his tail wagging behind him.

With a small laugh, she nodded. [color=violet]"Alright, alright. I still have to get dressed."[/color]

Delaney finished her cup of caffeine before heading upstairs to her room. She decided on a pair of beloved jeans and a basic black tee shirt. It was her establishment, and she was determined to always be comfortable. Besides, it was easier to run in than a dress and heels. Grabbing a pair of white sneakers to finish the look, she tied the laces and pulled her hair up into a high bun atop her head. She then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and apply just enough makeup to cover the bags under her eyes.

Once completed, she grabbed Weasley's leash and her keys before heading back to her front entryway. Delaney secured the leash to his collar, took a deep breath, and headed onto her front steps. She took a hesitant look around before locking her front door behind her. Gripping her dog's leash, she headed off to her clinic, her eyes peeled open for anything out of the ordinary.