Stirring in be the girl was soon startled as her alarm blared next to her ear. An irritated groan escaped her as she propped herself up and looked at the annoyingly loud piece of technology. Turning it off she dropped back down, her face smashing into her pillow as she groaned once again. Sighing she pushed herself up and sat on the edge of her bed. Long black hair stuck out in random directions her hair a huge mess. If she was a guy, it probably would've been the perfect 'I woke up like this' look. Running a hand through her thick locks she matted everything down, not that it really mattered, she was going for a shower as soon as she could manage to open her eyes. Deep sigh escaped her as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Finally she managed to open them, revealing bright, yellow-ish brown irises. Finally pushing her self off the bed she shuffled into the small kitchen, her dorm was small, intended for a single person. Turning on the coffee machine she shuffled back towards the bedroom and eventually her dresser. Currently sporting black short shorts and a large grey team shirt, the young woman shuffled through her clothes and pulled out a clean pair of underwear, jeans and a cut up, black shirt sporting Kurt Cobain, Chris Noveselic and Dave Ghrol in one of probably the most iconic Nirvana images. As the coffee brewed the small room began to smell great with the aroma of fresh coffee. She smiled as she took a deep breath. The raven haired girl was convinced that without coffee, her life would be hell. Stepping into the small bathroom that consisted of a shower a sink and a toilet she shut the door behind her and began to undress. With the oversized shirt being removed it could be seen that the girl wasn't as thin as one would've guess. Her body was surprisingly well defined and built. Definitely an athlete. A tattoo could be seen on her right rib cage, it ran down her side, a series of paw prints is what it looked like. Another was revealed as she pushed her hair aside, it was placed at the top of her spine, it was a simple, yet elegant symbol of some sorts. The third and final tattoo was on her left inner forearm, just below the crease of her elbow. It was writing, something in a different language from what was seen. Sighing heavily the girl closed her eyes briefly as she rolled her neck, muscle's taut with the movement, the scars on her skin pulling and irritating her. Stepping into the shower the water was turned on and she slowly bathed herself. The cold water felt good on the burning scars. A series of what seemed like severely deep gashes ran around her left hip and across her stomach stopping just past her naval. There were some barely visible markings on her chest, neck and face. wounds that seemed to be long gone and practically healed. Stepping out of the shower the young woman wrapped a towel around her wet body and stepped out into her small kitchen. Pouring herself a cup of coffee she took the first sip and grinned at the glorious taste.