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► //: WED. 06.08.17 - 06:00 - DINING HALL
&&. - Naturally, Imogen was up at ungodly hours of the morning. Her internal clock always goes off at 5:00 am, and she couldn’t sleep in even if she wanted to. But she prefers it this way. She feels more in control, able to get an idea for the day before everyone else. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that by arriving so early she doesn’t have to wait in line. The cooks have already learned her order by heart; spinach and egg white omelet, yogurt and granola, and the juice of the day. As tempting as everything else looks, Imogens habitual side always kicks in, her feet carving the way to the proper line. She normally sits alone, already showered and ready for the day, her notebook and binder usually by her side depending on what the schedule for the day is. She’d wish they’d keep to one somewhat similar everyday, but she supposes that consistency isn’t necessarily something a spy can count on.
After gathering her meal, she makes her way over to her normal table, fully prepared to sit and go over her notes all on identities. She’s used to having the dining hall usually all to herself, but she’s surprised to see another person sitting at the table directly across hers. Still, she goes and sits at her table, and sits where she can see them. The silence between them is unbearably palpable, the only sound to be heard are the cooks in the back. After a few moments, Imogen breaks the quiet, because what other time is better for homework than six in the morning?
❛ —— You an early riser too? ❜
After not having proper food from her beginning at Hudson, Juniper figured it was about time she put in her request. Her lack of doing so stemmed solely from her prior engagements. She was too occupied to worry about food. Though it had great potential, it wasn’t a concern until it had to be. Energy bars and coffee could only go so far, after all. Juniper assumed the best time to file a request would be early in the morning. Normally, she woke up just as the sun began to bloom at six o’clock, but she had woken up thirty minutes prior and rushed to the dining hall. Simple as her request was ( an egg toast sandwich, just like eomma used to make ) they promised it would be deliverer promptly, as soon as someone else’s order was completed. With a somewhat tired smile she didn’t care to conceal, Juniper accepted this, and sat at a table she chose at random. Her elbows were placed upon it, her cheeks placed idly in her hands.
She hadn’t heard someone enter; the sound of their feet was far too light for Juniper to even register there was another human in the room. Her focused remained on her fingers, which were tracing a doodle along the smooth, polished table. It wasn’t exactly engrossing, and perhaps that was why even her ear was so quick to hear the voice that had interrupted such tedious silence. Her eyes shot up, keen on applying a face to a voice. “Yes, yes. Well, not this early.” Afterwards, she took the time to glance around the room. It made a lot more sense why this woman was now interacting with her, Juniper was the only one available. Eager to connect with someone, she pondered if this woman was speaking to her because she, too, hated the isolation.
“What about you, what time do you wake up?”












