[h3][color=f49ac2]Chloe Caldwin[/color][/h3]

"Wake up." A deep, gruff, and masculine voice commanded. Chloe was sleeping on her side, facing the wall away from where the voice was coming from. Her blue eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on the wall. 

"Wake up wake up wake up, wake up, time to wake up," Another voice said, this one annoyingly smooth and monotone.

"I'm getting up, Arnold," Chloe managed to say through a yawn. In the small, one bedroom dormitory inside the first floor of the Sheperd Firestation, there was one person- Chloe. Currently upright in her bed, wearing white under garments, her blonde hair frazzled and sticking up this way and that, to outsiders it was like she stared at nothing. But to her, Chloe saw five people.

The man who had first told her to wake up was not dressed in normal clothes. Instead, in full plate mail armor, Reginald the Mighty stood, his arms crossed, face obscured by the helm cover. "It is time to wake up, young Caldwin; for today you show the world your pride to be a New Breed!" He uncrossed his arms and raised them into the air, clenching his gauntleted fists in victory.

"Yeah, New Breed pride." The second man said. Arnold, a slightly overweight white American sitting in his green t-shirt and khaki shorts, wearing socks with sandals just to annoy her. He was leaned back in the only chair in the room, rotating his finger in lazy, mocking celebration. "Woooooh." He said in mock celebration.

"Well, I am proud to be a New Breed, Arnold, you know? I've got you guys, and most everyone else 'as got no one. That's more than enough reason to be proud." Chloe said indignantly standing and stretching. 

"You'll need to put on something nice," A woman said. Joanna, a stunningly beautiful asian woman, dressed in high quality casual clothing. She radiated beauty, and made Chloe feel less pretty by comparison. 

"Nothing too flashy," Joanna continued, sizing up Chloe with a sharp glance. "Maybe that red dress that's tied around the waste you always wear to these kinds of things?"

Chloe made a disapproving noise with her teeth and tongue. "It's just a parade, innit? I should wear street clothes, right? It's a pride parade. I'm being prideful."

In the end, the young woman decided upon a simple white button-up blouse, tucked into a formal knee-length skirt and her best pair of wooden, open toed sandals. Joanna tried to convince her to polish her nails but Chloe decided against it. Chloe showered in the stalls, and with a towel wrapped around her chest briefly passed through the hallway back into her room. Modesty is not really an issue for Chloe- with five people almost always following her around, she's basically used to them just casually walking in on her while she showers to talk about something. Most people, prefer their privacy, but it's almost a foreign concept to Chloe. So when Joanna casually talked to her as she washed herself in the morning, asking if she was nervous for the big parade and even mentioning that Chloe 'missed a spot' it wasn't really an issue at all.

So, with that all settled, Chloe began to make her way downstairs for breakfast. Arnold and Reginald stayed upstairs to argue about something Chloe didn't care about. There was a woman waiting outside her room when Chloe was dressed, tied her hair into a bun and had done her makeup. It was Clarissa- the fourth person only Chloe could see, feel, or hear.

"Good morning Clarissa," Chloe said as she walked past. "Have you seen Sarah today?"

"No. She's probably off criticizing the cooking of whoever is downstairs." Clarissa was perpetually dressed business casual. Chloe nodded and began to walk by, but Clarissa lightly grabbed her shoulder. It was a strange experience, being touched by these people. It felt like trying to touch two North ends of a magnet together. An invisible pressure that prevented it unless one used brute force. Chloe looked in surprise at Clarissa, who in turn raised an eyebrow.

"You've forgotten your glasses, sweetheart," She reminder Chloe dryly. Chloe put a hand up to her nose. So she was. Chloe gave an embarrassed half-laugh and went back into her room, fitting the thin-framed square glasses onto her face. Clarissa gave a wry smile as Chloe walked past and made her way to the lounge. She caught a glance of Myles as he made his way downstairs. Making sure her hair was straight, Chloe walked downstairs. As she made her way down, she saw the posh noblewoman that was Sarah, the fifth and final major person that only Chloe could see, hear, or feel, was looking over Jensen's shoulder as he made pancakes.

Sarah was as out of place as Reginald was- dressed like an 18th century noblewoman. Though she had toned down the now considered garish garb of traditional England, it was still obvious what era Madame Sarah claimed to be from. The Madame clucked her tongue as the young man prepared his pancakes. "I simply cannot believe that anyone would eat this inferor version of cake. Where's the floof? The icing? It's hardly even moist."

Chloe decided to stand up for pancakes and Jensen, even though no one could hear Sarah. "The pancakes smell good, Jensen," She called out to him as she walked down the stairs, her wooden sandals making satisfying clacking noises on the stairs. There was Alyssa, one of Jensen's friends that everyone could see. There was Jack, who seemed to want to help out, looking handsome as ever. And the previously mentioned Myles, who was just settling in.

"Good mornin' everyone. Ready for the parade?" She smiled as she walked past the group and fetched herself a cup of orange juice and a ham and cheese sandwich she 'made' last night.