Apartment 108

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Apartment #108 has as much room as any other first floor apartment. Over the short time that the apartment's occupant, Finch, has lived here, she has already painted the walls and spruced the place up to her fancy. The living room and dining area have been painted a dull shade of dark red, the bathroom has a midnight blue shading on its walls and Finch's bedroom has been painted lavender. In side of the living room is a regular wooden coffe table, with a unique candle holder onto it. Being interested in morbid things, various knick-knacks of sorts can be found in apartment 108.

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As always, her alarm clock buzzed insanely at 4:45AM. With an complaining grumble, the young woman swings her arm from beneath her purple blanket and strikes sharply at the Off button. Today is Saturday, but that means waking early for work instead of for school. Shoving the blanket away she walks onto the soft carpet and enters the bathroom. After showering and shaving her legs and underarms, the sopping wet Finch steps out of her shower cubicle and gets a large towel, drying herself off. Taking her brush, she runs it through her slick hair, sets it down and constricts the towel around her hair to rid her scalp of excess water. Walking out into her room with the towel snugly around her body, undergarments, a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a horse t-shirt are put on. Finch glances at her clock. It's now only 5:12AM, not bad. Although work starts at nine in the morning, she likes to get ready early and have some time to goof off. Returning into the bathroom once more, she plugs in her hairdryer and dries her hair, using the brush every now and then to soothe out anymore tangles. Her hair is hanging right above her shoulders and is a bit poofy right now, a natural dark brown with natural light brown highlights. Finch hates how her hair used to be so darn curly, she got it chemically straightened once and now it only takes around twenty minutes to straighten her hair. Light brown eyes look down as she turns on her hair straightener, unplugging her hairdryer and walking into her apartment's living room. A snug sofa sits against the far wall, facing a regular sized television with various video games, a PS2 and a Gamecube console nearby. Between the sofa and television is a coffee table. Finch never drinks coffee though and she absolutely detests the idea of smoking and alcohol. Instead, there are two DDR pads stored beneath the table and a remote resting on the table's center.

Passing through the living room, Finch reaches a corner where there is a birdcage. The cage is fairly large and stores two parakeets in it. A yellow and green female named Neo and a blue male named Wraith. Smiling at her pets, she looks to the corner of the cage where a nestbox has been placed. Neo had laid three unfertile eggs a few months ago, so later that same week Finch had been able to purchase Wraith. There is hope to breed the two, baby parakeets will be interesting to take care of. Parakeets usually have three eggs, or so in a batch, so that would mean selling two of the hatchlings when they are of good age and keeping one for herself. Hearing the straightener beep, signaling it is ready for use, Finch steps away from her birds and goes into her restroom, starting to straighten her hair. Once her hair is finished, you could never tell it had ever been poofy at all. Her hair reaches down her shoulders a bit more from being straightened. Finch looks at her slightly pale form in the mirror. Being only five feet and two inches tall, she is rather short but with a decent body. Walking to her room, she grabs her black-rimmed Ninewest glasses and puts them on. The young woman now goes to her living room and sits on the couch, turning on the television with the remote to wait for her time to go to work.  

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After only a few minutes of senseless channel flipping, Finch turns off the television for a bit. Perhaps some breakfast would be alright. The young woman knows it is unhealthy to skip meals and her best chance of losing weight was eating healthy portions. Striding into her small and tidy kitchen, she pulls the toaster out from under a cupboard and plugs it in, also getting a loaf of bread out. Opening the plastic, Finch drops a slice of whole wheat bread into the toaster, setting it to light and pulling down the switch. As the bread began to form into toast, she closed up the bread's bag and put that away. Getting out a jar of Skippy's creamy peanut butter, she sets that by the toaster. Finch goes to the silverware drawer and gets out a butter knife, raising her arm and opening the cupboard before her to take out a small plate. Setting those down by the toaster, she then leans on the counter to wait out the last minute of toasting.

Once her light toast had popped up, the young woman carefully takes it out of the warm toaster and places the slice onto the small plate. Opening Skippy's, she dips in the knife and swerves it to the side to get some peanut butter. Spreading a thin layer on the toast, she watches it melt slightly. Unplugging the toaster, closing Skippy's and putting it away, Finch takes her plate of peanut butter toast and sits in front of her parakeet's cage as she ate.