It's early morning, and the sunrise has just begun to peek over the surrounding skyscrapers and apartment buildings. The city never sleeps, but at this docile time, you could think for just a moment that it seems to doze off.
You focus on a propped open window, a few stray vines and leaves peeking out. Inside is a boy sleeping spread eagle on a bed that's primarily composed of pillows. His mouth is wide open, he's drooling, and there's an open book laying on his stomach and his phone is still on --plugged in-- and overheating on the corner of the mattress. As he comes to consciousness he almost rolls off the bed, fumbling to keep himself stable as his mind catches up to his body.
What is his name?
==> Sickly Victorian Boy
He looks into the mirror that's across the room and... YIKES. Yeah. Sickly is the right word, but damn, he has a name too, you know. Try again.
==> Rell Soleil
Ah, there it is. You are RELL SOLEIL, and by god does your back hurt. You stand and stretch, feeling each vertebrae pop and yeah, that's better. Now that today's ache has been decided, you take in your surroundings.
You have the morning shift at the GREENHOUSE, only a short walking distance from your apartment. As a junior BOTANIST (and a certified triple A BIOLOGY GEEK) you don't hate your job, you just hate the process of getting there. A process you should probably start now.
Your laundry is positively scattered across your room, ew, and you sift through your closet to find something presentable. You settle on the basics, soil-stained loose tee, a pair of nice brown khakis, and a cardigan to keep you from freezing to death. You change in silence, poke at the white mop that makes up your hair for a few minutes before giving up, grabbing your keys, and getting on your way. MOM won't be up for a few more hours, but you still give a halfhearted goodbye before locking the door behind you.
You still have 30 minutes until your shift starts, and you haven't really woken up yet. You could get coffee, or food, or go straight to work and stare at plants for an extra 20 minutes. Decisions are hard at 6 in the morning.
Okay. Decision time. What shall you do?