Sleep was simply refusing to come and it was annoying Sarah to the point that she began pacing in a circle around the room. Out of something good to do, she started thinking of ways to paint the walls and what furniture to buy. How on Earth am I going to order furniture? 'Eh, you know, deliver it to the closest assassin base you can find. I'll be waiting outside.'
Rolling her eyes she stopped pacing and sat down in the center of the room. Closing her eyes she tried to order her thoughts. The lack of sleep wasn't helping her at all, but in the end she decided to go exploring. Jumping up she walked to her katana and took it in her hand, staring at her sharp-bladed long-time friend just like telepathically asking it what to do next. After a good few minutes she took her backpack which she had previously left at the door and took out the clothes she had bothered to carry. Nothing much though, she had focused on filling the empty space with provisions and her weapons.
Now dressed in a simple white T-shirt and purple shorts, her long hair tied back in a pony tail, the weapon pouch and katana strapped to her waist, simple flip-flops walking the wooden floor, she exited her room, careful to lock the door behind her.
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