[color=bc8dbf][h2][center]Lucida "Luz" Prieto[/center][/h2][/color]

Two hours before class started, with the first rays of the early morning sunlight just starting to peek through her curtains, the alarm that Lucida had set on her phone went off. Its shrill ringing filled the quiet dormitory as the figure hunched under the covers of the bed began to stir.

An arm appeared from beneath the sheet, grasping blindly for where she had left it the night before without having to lift her head from the pillow. Her hand slapped down next to it and felt only fake, varnished wood cold to the touch. Her hand jumped to its other side and touched the edge of its case with her fingertips as she accidentally pushed it further away. Target found, her hand came down unerringly on where it lay, only for her phone to fly out of the way and hover just out of her reach.

[color=bc8dbf]"Ugh, not todaaaaay."[/color] Lucida pulled the covers down, exposing her head for the first time and revealing a disastrous mess of bed head and a grumpy expression. She glared at her Rotom phone, the perpetual smiling face on its screen only making her frown deepen. Reaching out with her hand again, she made grasping motions towards it as it stayed just out of her reach. [color=bc8dbf]"Come 'ere."[/color]

The phone floated further out of her reach and then the volume of the alarm increased.

Letting out an exasperated sigh Lucida pulled the covers back over her head for a second, before throwing them entirely off of herself and sitting up in bed. [color=bc8dbf]"Fiiiiiine~. You win this time."[/color]

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Lucida was more awake as she finished tying her hair up, the reflection staring back at her in the bathroom mirror looking less bleary eyed than when she first saw it. She then turned her attention to her makeup, getting ready to apply the eye liner and sparkly eye shadow now that her hair was out of her face.

Her hand moved with practiced motions and a steady hand, far more used to doing this in the middle of nowhere with a hand mirror, or even while on the move, than the luxury of a dormitory bathroom. That was still something she was getting used to actually; having her own bathroom, among other things. After spending several months essentially homeless, intermittently hiking, camping or spending nights in cheap hostels and Pokemon Centre lobbies, all while trying to maintain a certain level of physical appearance appropriate for camera appearances, having semi-stable living conditions again was a little weird.

She now had a bed that couldn't be rolled up and stored in a backpack. She had easy access to running water and electricity. She had privacy; as much as a semi-celebrity who readily posted details of her own life could get. She had a schedule that was set by other people that she had to adhere to. That last one was a bit of an annoyance really, but was also the cost of the opportunity she had been given.

Returning her attention to the mirror, she just had the coloured contacts to do for now. Her nails could wait until after she got to class. The sensation of pressing something against her eye was never pleasant, no matter how used to it she was, and she blinked rapidly once they were in until they settled.

With everything done, the face that now occupied the mirror was a familiar one; not too different from her own, it was just a little make-up after all and 'Luz' was not an entirely separate persona, but there was still something of a transformation involved. Her own face, enhanced, painted in bright colours like aposematism that drew attention as much as it warned people.

Looking at herself, Lucida couldn't help the camera-ready smirk that stretched across her face.

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Lucida walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and carefully stepped over Chunk, her Clodsire, who had made himself at home in the most inconvenient spot in the room. She collected everything she would need for the day and put it all into her bag, before returning Chunk to his Pokeball and putting that in there too.

Approaching and opening the door to her doom, Lucida held her bag open and her Rotom phone smoothly and readily flew over and slipped inside. Closing and locking her room behind her, she began to walk towards the stairs that would take her down to the communal areas of the building.

There should still be enough time to get breakfast, before class started.