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A figure darkened the doorway, stretching and trying to join the rest of the darkness held within. The light from the hall outside illuminated a distorted rectangular glow around her silhouette as she stood there, almost as if she was trying to decide whether to go in or not. It wasn't that she was uneasy or nervous. It was just such a big change. To be given a room. 7 had literally never had a room of her own. It felt foreign to not be bathed in the clinical coldness of laboratory lights that stretched even to the lobby where she stayed. Not that she slept much, but when she did, it had been on one of the couches in the old waiting room. Her book shelf had been a side table, her dining table the large square coffee table at the center of all the other couches. The pods in the lab in which her and her sisters used to sleep had been reclaimed for new projects, but never would you hear the clone complain. Though she hated sleep, it felt unfamiliar to see a bed there by the window instead of the couch she'd come to feel comfortable on.
After a few more moments, the young woman stepped in and flicked on the light. It was a nice room with all the essentials. It was blank, but someone like 7 wouldn't notice that. Most people felt the urge to personalize a space to make it feel more like home, more permanent, but the notion was lost on her. She barely noticed the blankness of the white walls or the drabness of the grey duvet on the bed. There was plenty of empty storage everywhere in the form of bookshelves, a desk, and a closet, though she had very little to put in them. Crimson eyes barely paid the room any mind at all, simply checking it off as more than satisfactory. If anything, the first thing she noticed with any form of interest were the large windows that showed her a nice view of the island she'd now reside on, and a door that lead out onto the balcony.
Taking a few more steps inside, she took her messenger bag from her shoulder and placed it on the desk while striding by. The balcony was the only thing in mind, and within seconds she'd opened the door to peer out. There was a deck chair with cushions already placed facing the view, accompanied by a little table for refreshments or maybe a book. 7 hovered in the doorway here as well, taking it all in. The small bit of roofing attached to the floor above extended out enough over the balcony to shield it from most rain, meaning she could spend time out there even in less than prime weather. A small smile started to creep onto her lips despite herself. Though it was small, the happiness she felt was there, twinkling at the prospect of beginning her journey to accomplish her purpose as well as enjoy something as simple as an apartment's balcony.