((Oh wow, I haven't written in first person in such a long time xD It'll take me a while to get used to it again, but I'll catch on sooner or later.))
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With a manila folder in one hand and a nice hot cup of coffee in the other, I made my way to my building. I wanted to come in early to work today, but waking up any easier than 6am was harder then it seemed. Yet, instead of whining about not being able to get a bit more work done, I decided to just get dressed and try another day. Right now I had to make the short drive to the police station. My car was parked out of the street. I made sure to lock my doors before leaving the house before walking over to my blank 2005 Dodge Stratus Coupe. It wasn't the best car, but it got me from point A to point B. Simple enough.
Once inside the car, I set my coffee in the center console cup holder and the folder in the passenger's seat. As soon as I turned the key, the song Misery Business by Paramore began playing about half way through. I rolled my eyes and turned down the radio volume just enough to be able to barely be able to hear the music.

(Do third person if you're more comfortable with it, I just personally like using first person)


Edit: (well I guess that's fine if you want to ;) and your initial response looks more than readable so looks good to go)

((xD Oh, I know. But I need more practice in first person anyways. Lol.))

(Soltra, how do we Rp this thread? We're the lab people so is it different for us or... I am slightly confused....)

(Nope, the same, just that we can't rp our working hours on this thread. I'll start us off or...?))

(Yeah, please do! I guess we're all writing in first person... (>.<))

(( Ok :D Give me a bit though >< I'll start us tomorrow (my tmr) cause it's like late and my brain doesn't want to function properly... I like cant think of how to start us off...))

(XD... I fell asleep so early so I didn't get to talk to you... I'm fine with that btw...)

((Alright, my starting post... Before we go any further we'll wait for everyone to post their openings first?))

Krad woke up, and was no longer surprised at his location. He had woken up outside his home for too long now. As per usual, the scientist walked back home, picking at the leaves and other foreign objects that stuck to his clothes and hair. "... Again, huh..." He wished it would stop already. The nights he spent outside always drained him of his energy, and there were already bags under his eyes. He was still sleepy, and for once, couldn't wait till he was officially off of work. Then he could...

No. Who was to say that if he fell asleep during the day, that he wouldn't run off? He may end up losing even more energy than normal.... He sighed. He would call his assistant later on, unless he met her on the way. He hoped that was not the case, for he in quite a bad state. He ran a hand through his hair again. He would need some coffee after this, and perhaps do a little grocery shopping. Then, he needed to get started on that camera. He needed to know what happened at night.

But did he want to know? The thought of finding out scared him. What happened if that scientist was right? What happened if...? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, as he blinked. His vision was still blurry, and his body felt heavy. But... he 'tsked'. For some reason, he kept waking up later and later, by a few minutes. And he remembered... flashes... memories... How troublesome. He couldn't tell this to anyone or they would think him crazy, and he would be sent to a asylum. Then, he would never find out the truth.

(Hope my writing isn't too terrible... T.T It was rushed...)

Rebecca purchased the two coffees and exited the gas station. She wasn't sure how Krad liked his but she held back on everything, so there was more coffee than sugar and cream. She liked hers black, anything else made her sick. Twisting her cup out of the holder she took a sip. It was hot, scorching, just the way she liked it. The bitterness was a bit stronger than she thought for gas station coffee, she made a mental note to come back here again.

Crossing the parking lot, she sat the cups on top of her car. Fishing the keys out of her back pocket she pressed the unlock button and her car beeped, signaling she could now enter. Reaching for the handle she glanced to the right. She got the door open but was shocked to see Krad walking down the street. He looked terrible, leaves and twigs stuck all over him and it looked as if her was grumbling to himself.

Grabbing the drinks, she sat them on the passengers seat and then slid into the car. She had a tiny blue car, she wasn't sure what kind of car, what year, anything really. She just bought it off the street because her credit was bad. Closing her door, she slid the key into the ignition and turned the car on. Before even waiting to make sure it was fully started, she slid the gear into drive and pulled out of her parking space.

Exiting the parking lot, Rebecca made a right and pulled over onto the side of the road. She only went a few feet from the parking lot but she wanted to see if Krad wanted a ride, "Hey!" She yelled out the window. "Krad, do you want a ride?" She asked, hoping he could hear her.