OminousDemure

Cambria sat in her bed, typing away on her computer. Her stomach rumbled again, and she sighed. She checked her clock, it was a little past two. She had been writing for 4 hours now, and she suddenly felt a strong need to get up and move around. She stood and stretched, and rubbed her belly. She hadn’t eaten since around 7, so she shuffled into the kitchen in her quaint one-bedroom apartment. When she opened the refrigerator, all she could find was beer and a few apples. “Dammit, I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow.. today? Whatever,” she mumbled. The apples didn’t look too appealing and her stomach growled again.

Sarie Sarcathong always tied a silver ribbon in her brassy, orange-blonde hair. She always wore her dad's old chocolate-brown corduroy jacket. She was very fond of her grandfather's pipe and hand-painted silk ties. She wore high, empire-waist trousers with a wide leg that rested right beneath her bust. Her button down, Cambridge collar shirts were a different bright color every day. She always wore chocolate-brown, suede chunk heel platform ankle boots to match her father's jacket. She had large, black rimmed Ray Ban eye glasses. Her lips were always painted with Besamé Red Velvet lipstick. Her cheeks were dusted with her mother's light

Luce lives in a decent sized one-bedroom apartment. The bedroom is smallish, the walls are painted marine blue, the floor covered in a dingy, once-white carpet. There’s a rug on the floor patterned like the Fourth Doctor’s scarf, hand made for her 18th birthday. The walls are covered in posters and pictures that she’s collected over the years, and a small marker board calendar. There’s a crack in the wall left by the previous tenant. Luce’s full sized bed is pushed up in the corner under the rooms’ only window. Across from the bed is a large walk-in closet that houses the washer and the dryer; the door to s