[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3]

"[i]CHA![/i]"[/color]

Bounding off the bed and scooping up clothes as though she had octane in her blood, Lauren shot into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her. Sixty seconds later, she had opened the bathroom door up again with the underside of one arm, visibly multitasking. She had thrown on a low cut black t-shirt and her signature jacket, both characteristically midriff-baring, and was currently devoting one hand to the button fly of her black pants while her other hand tightened a gilded leather studded belt around her waist. She was hopping, one footed, through the dorm, trying to get her left boot on properly.

For the sake of her balance, she decided to throw herself at the unoccupied foot of the only member of Bastille not currently suffering from chronic pain - Snague Naga's mattress poofed underneath her as she reared back and pulled her boot on with another, even more triumphant [color=8882be][i]"WALLAHI![/i]"[/color]

She rolled onto her stomach and rested her head in her hands, elbows on the bed and feet in the air. The newest member of the team reached for her dark, cheekily grinning face and pushed her cocoa hair back into a large, neat wave with her fingers.

[color=8882be]"Oh man, I could eat a bull right now, buns or not!"[/color] Newly prepared to go out, Lauren reached for her own dwindling supply of pills and swallowed half of one. [color=8882be]"Ready when you are, fellow cripples."[/color]