[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color][hr]
At around seven in the morning, her eyes snapped open.

There was several moments of confusion and that strange feeling something was wrong. Her usual alarm did not go off, she realized, but somehow that only served to enforce that feeling of wrongness. Odd but not an action she would put past them. As usual, she started taking off all her clothes and walked towards her shower. However, she had only taken a few steps before colliding into a wall, much to her surprise.

The last vestiges of drowsiness was immediately replaced by mild pain, as well as the realization of why she felt everything was wrong.

This wasn't her containment cell at that facility, but the newer facility they had transferred her to. An academy of sorts, where she will continue being experimented on, until she became useful in some way. Hazel stood there for a moment, hands outstretched touching the wall, before being satisfied that she wasn't still dreaming. She tugged at her collar next, tracing the etched stag horn symbol on it, making sure it was still intact. With a small sigh, she turned around in the other direction, going towards where the bathroom was.

To her relief, everything in the bathroom was recognizable. After that transparent vehicle ride, she was afraid she would be unable to understand everything here. At least there was some things she could understand. With a slight squeak the shower turned on, and with a few moments more of fiddling, the shower spouted water at a comfortable temperature. Silently, she washed herself in the shower, contemplating on what the near future will hold for her. Probably those neat piles of papers and books she needed to look through first, then whatever schedule this place had for her.

Finished with her shower, she walked out, drying herself with a towel, though she was leaving a trail of water behind her. Halfway done drying herself, she started looking through what she assumed was her pile of stuff. There was an ID card, several forms including a 'violent release form', books and those examination forms. Examination forms, something she had never done before, but understood to be a written test for her, instead of the usual more physical testings.

Hazel took a step towards her bed, before eyeing one of the chairs and dragging one up to a table, sifting through all the examination forms she had. Her eyes widened slightly under her bangs as she realized a common theme between all the forms and their questions. A form like these? With questions like these aimed at her? Dropping the one she was holding to the table, she looked through another, and another, making sure she read and compared everything before sitting back with satisfaction. Perhaps it was to be expected.

She understood none of the questions in any of the examination forms.