[color=gold][b]Sierra Lovehart[/b][/color]

An audible groan of distaste left Sierra as she gave a stretch of her tired limbs. [color=gold]"Ugggh, that run yesterday seriously wiped me out."[/color] She grumbled to herself, scrubbing at her sleepy eyes with her fists.

The blonde forced herself out of bed, her hair in an unattractive mess of a bun and her pajamas pulled up in all the wrong areas. She went to the bathroom to fix herself up, lazily letting her eyes roll to the clock on her bedroom wall. [color=gold]"..."

"WAHH IM SO LAAATE!"[/color]

Her speed came in handy for getting dressed in record time, brushing her teeth and hair, sticking an apple in her mouth and raced out the front door with her backpack slung haphazardly over her left shoulder.

By the time Sierra reached the front gates, her ponytail was all sweaty and she was panting. The blonde straightened herself up after clutching her knees in a desperate search for air, glancing at the bitten apple she had somehow transferred into her hand on the way here. With a chomp of the fruit, Sierra's wide curious eyes darted around the place. It definitely was off. Not only for the fact it was a giant brick enclosed manor in such an urban area, but just the feeling it gave off— or lack thereof. She turned her attention to the others there, finding that she was actually among the first people there. [i][color=gold]Oh, right. That clock is broken...[/color][/i]

Sierra stuck her hand in the air and waved as she got nearer the small group, calling out cheerfully to them after she swallowed the chunk of apple in her mouth. [color=gold]"Hey there! Looks like you're my coworkers for now! I'm Sierra, nice to meet you all!"[/color] she said, expecting them to return her extrovertion.