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tabris
Tabris slips out of bed in the morning, harboring
feelings of unease toward some unknown creature in her
dreams. Remembering isn't her strong suit. She works
at museum of relics, therefore she must be at work
early to make sure nothing is stolen in the wee hours of the
morning. The relics are ancient Aztec relics; nothing but the dusty
remains of a powerful empire. All facts aside; Tabris
slouches around to her kitchen, downs a cup of
coffee, and slips on her favorite, most professional
clothing. That being said, Tabris doesn't own too
much professional clothing. Well, more like
any clothing at all. Tabris isn't a stickler for
traditional wants or needs. She's a simple being. Very
little belongings: very simple life. Tabris would have
it no other way. If Tabris owned many things, her
life would be an endless void of struggles. Like
mentioned above, Tabris is very forgetful. She'd
always lose place of her possessions. Tabris has a
frail mind. Sometimes, it seems as if it dips in and
out of consciousness, even though at all times Tabris is
conscious.
Anyway, after getting dressed, she hops in her vehicle and
heads off to the museum. She checks in and makes sure
all the artifacts are still in their display cases and that
nothing has been moved. Afterwards, she heads to her
secret job. Tabris uses all her spare time during her work
day to read palms.
Palm reading is comforting for Tabris. The intense feeling
she gets while doing it is so comforting, so familiar, that it
makes Tabris feel safe. And everyone likes to feel safe every
once and in a while.
Normally, Tabris reads fifteen to twenty palms a day, twenty-five
if she's feeling energized.
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tabris
Tabris slips out of bed in the morning, harboring
feelings of unease toward some unknown creature in her
dreams. Remembering isn't her strong suit. She works
at museum of relics, therefore she must be at work
early to make sure nothing is stolen in the wee hours of the
morning. The relics are ancient Aztec relics; nothing but the dusty
remains of a powerful empire. All facts aside; Tabris
slouches around to her kitchen, downs a cup of
coffee, and slips on her favorite, most professional
clothing. That being said, Tabris doesn't own too
much professional clothing. Well, more like
any clothing at all. Tabris isn't a stickler for
traditional wants or needs. She's a simple being. Very
little belongings: very simple life. Tabris would have
it no other way. If Tabris owned many things, her
life would be an endless void of struggles. Like
mentioned above, Tabris is very forgetful. She'd
always lose place of her possessions. Tabris has a
frail mind. Sometimes, it seems as if it dips in and
out of consciousness, even though at all times Tabris is
conscious.
Anyway, after getting dressed, she hops in her vehicle and
heads off to the museum. She checks in and makes sure
all the artifacts are still in their display cases and that
nothing has been moved. Afterwards, she heads to her
secret job. Tabris uses all her spare time during her work
day to read palms.
Palm reading is comforting for Tabris. The intense feeling
she gets while doing it is so comforting, so familiar, that it
makes Tabris feel safe. And everyone likes to feel safe every
once and in a while.
Normally, Tabris reads fifteen to twenty palms a day, twenty-five
if she's feeling energized.
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After work, Tabris heads to her favorite cafe, The Bean.
There, she orders her usual pumpkin spice sponge cake and
vanilla flavored coffee. She works a bit on her paperwork
and taxes, and then she heads home. Taking a shower, she
then sits down for dinner while watching television.
Finally, she ends her day with a huge flop onto her cushioned bed.
The covers engulf her in warmth, and she floats into oblivion...
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After work, Tabris heads to her favorite cafe, The Bean.
There, she orders her usual pumpkin spice sponge cake and
vanilla flavored coffee. She works a bit on her paperwork
and taxes, and then she heads home. Taking a shower, she
then sits down for dinner while watching television.
Finally, she ends her day with a huge flop onto her cushioned bed.
The covers engulf her in warmth, and she floats into oblivion...
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