[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker
Friday, 18th of September, 06:00[/b][/color]

Early morning, and Hazel was already awake. It was not by the actions of any outside force, but the result of an internalized clock and years of routine. And routine dictated she must exercise in some way. 

First however, she must rid herself of her dirty clothings. After going out and getting told by the guards she cannot go out naked, Hazel decided her second objective was to find some sort of clothing. Rummaging through the various drawers, she found a few bits of snacks, which she gulped down almost immediately, and several robes of a deep maroon color.  It covered her well, but if she even bent over or walked around in a strong breeze, it would be readily apparent that the robe was all she had on. 

Finally in the gym, after getting some guard's permission, she started running on a treadmill, thinking back to everything that had happened.

It still felt strange for her to run around like this. Stranger still when this place seemed to be some sort of fancy abode; she had never seen a place as gaudy as this before in her life. Even the bed seemed extremely comfortable and large. To make things better, Hazel had even found an instrument they called a piano. She liked it a lot, though she had did nothing during the day but make some odd discordant noises. Until the nighttime where Angelique came and taught her a little bit about pianos.

Finally tiring, she stopped the treadmill, and completed the rest of her exercise, before returning.