[center][b][u]Paranatural Conglomerate Countermeasures Headquarters - Personnel Quarters, Dormitory #364.[/u][/b][/center]

The scent of lavender permeated every inch of the smog-like atmosphere that filled the small dorm. The room was scantly decorated, the lone source of light being a purple lava lamp resting atop an ornate antique oak vanity with a matching chair stood against the wall opposite the double bed carried atop a fairly barebones copper bedframe that looked like it had been pulled directly from the fifties, flanked on it's right side by a small non-descript white nightstand, it was just a cheap thing, pressed board with a white coating, it looked out of place against the obviously aged bedframe and the elder dresser just a few feet away from it set against the perpendicular wall. Another piece of oak it wasn't particularly ornate, though the craftsmanship was obviously top-notch. Across the room from it stood what appeared to be the sole entertainment amenity, a cheap looking computer desk which along with the speakers and monitor that rested atop it was littered with empty soda bottles and cans, fast food wrappers, an empty bag of potato chips, and a lacy black bra each strewn about with as little care as the last. Beneath it stood a custom computer case stripped of both of it's side panels, and emitting so much blue light from within it could nearly light the room itself.

In the center of all of this, or at least as near as one could be to the center with a human margin of error was Marissa, adorned in a shimmering teal leotard with black tights. Her head was buried toward her shins as she stood in a pike position, she maintained the pose for a solid five seconds before standing straight, she brought her right hand to her mouth as she stood, and the rolled cigarette paper and it's contents lit up a bright orange as it burned towards her finger, it was just a roach left, so she slowly inhaled until it began to sting the tips of her fingers. With that she strode to the computer desk and put the roach out on the pine wood. Subsequently she set it next to three others that were next to the base of the monitor, and finally exhaled. She struggled not to cough as she exhaled, what had started as showing off that she could smoke anything without coughing in front of her friends in high school had long since just become a matter of personal pride for her. As she regained her composure she walked to the vanity, and looked herself over in the mirror through the smoke filled atmosphere. Her roots were beginning to show, she tried to think of anyone that'd be willing to help her bleach her hair again, doing it solo was just not an easy task. Aside from that though she looked good, the little bit of eye shadow she had applied earlier and the pale red lipstick were doing their subtle job. She was good to go to the gym.

Marissa stopped just before the door of her quarters, she shook off the lavender scented incense and dipped it in the small waiting glass of water on her vanity and slipped on her shoes, a pair of Adidas four inch sneaker heels before slipping out the door as swiftly as she could in an attempt to let as little smoke escape as possible. She was quite the unusual sight as she walked through the labyrinth of hallways, her ghostly hair, the leotard, and the high heels. It all came together to form a definite spectacle. It all served a purpose though, even the heels, though she was used to wearing heels to the point she could break out in a full sprint in platforms they still served to get her ready for more challenging balancing feats that were to come once she reached her destination., plus it made her not seem so short compared to everyone else.

Eventually she arrived at the gym, there wasn't many people there, not that it mattered to her, though the ginger woman was there, though her name eluded her at the time, it started with a 'J' she was sure of that much. So was the freakishly handsome Redcoat, well, she had heard he was British at least, She had never actually communicated with him, and given her own social ineptitude, it was doubtful she ever would speak to him personally to confirm that. There were others there too, an older man with graying hairs who until then she had only seen in a suit, and numerous others she didn't know the names of. She didn't bother to concern herself with the others though, she was here for two reasons, to keep her teenage girl physique, and show any of the higher ups that might be watching that she didn't need any modifications, she knew how fond they were of upgrading agents who under-performed, but she had absolutely no intention of retiring as anything but a completely normal human. So twice a week she came to the gym, picked out something, and to put it simply, showed off that she was still able to keep up with the cyborgs.

Today she was going with a personal favorite of hers, the balance beam, she slipped off the heels and set them next to the base of the beam before walking away from it to get a run at the tramp. One deep breath later she was moving, she opened with a round off tuck back salto with a half twist. As she landed on the beam she faltered a bit taking a small step upon landing, but it was still something she would have been glad with at a competition. Now though she was faced with her biggest problem, she never thought ahead, ironic for a psychic to be sure, but still a problem, she had backflipped onto the beam without hesitation, or thinking of what she'd do once she was here.[i]Oh well.[/i] It was all she could think before she randomly went with the first showy trick that came to mind and attempted an aerial cross-beam somersault.