The mess hall was blissfully sound when Terra Miller got there. It was probably because it was still 5 in the morning, but she thanked her father anyway. Her footsteps echoed as she walked across the empty place. Accompanied by the lingering cold mist and the gloomy, purple sky, the mess hall looked melancholic but yet at the same time seemed genuinely peaceful. She liked it that way.
Terra randomly sat on one of the countless vacant seats and yawned. She had woken up about two hours before due to a nightmare, and had found out, after countless attempts (including the oh so famous counting sheep technique), that she really couldn’t go back to her peaceful slumber before deciding to tackle an early breakfast.
She pulled down her hoodie, showing a bun of disheveled, curly hair. She yawned again and looked down at the empty plate that somehow had magically appeared in front of her.
So.
PB&J sandwich or cereal?
OOC: Please let me know if you have any comments about my role-playing and grammar.
Terra randomly sat on one of the countless vacant seats and yawned. She had woken up about two hours before due to a nightmare, and had found out, after countless attempts (including the oh so famous counting sheep technique), that she really couldn’t go back to her peaceful slumber before deciding to tackle an early breakfast.
She pulled down her hoodie, showing a bun of disheveled, curly hair. She yawned again and looked down at the empty plate that somehow had magically appeared in front of her.
So.
PB&J sandwich or cereal?
OOC: Please let me know if you have any comments about my role-playing and grammar.