An incredibly small apartment by most standards, Abbey's one bedroom low renter is lucky enough to feature its own laundry room, although closet would likely be a better term for the sheer lack of space inside it. What should be a living room instead has a very large amount of bookshelves covering most the entire length of the walls, the vast majority filled with various knickknacks and oddities. Even the TV, a semi-large older model, is set in the center of the room on some shelving. The shelves with actual books are close to a chair and lamp in the left hand corner, while a futon couch sits against the kitchen divider, facing the TV .
The kitchen, small and cramped as it is, has a two in one stove/oven, a small sink, and quite a large array of cabinets, most in some state of disrepair.
The bathroom door doesn't close, and the tap leaks every once in a while. Despite contacting the super, this has yet to be fixed. The shower has a Hello Kitty showercurtain.
Her bedroom seems to be the most populated room in the house, with a small bed and a very messy workdesk. This desk seems populated with computer tools and office supplies, along with a rather sizable monitor. Her computer chair, although once covered in pleather, has lost most of its outer layer, the seat very cracked. An intuos 3 tablet sits lovingly on what little space is left on the desk. The bed has a very heavy duvet, and only two pillows.

The commissions could wait until tomorrow.
Abbey woke up, 3 AM. Well, that was technically tomorrow. Not quite the amount of time she wished to give to it though. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she wandered out to the kitchen.