Gia Weste
Beep...beep...beep
A small grumble beneath a small heap of blankets. A wandering hand trying to reach the source of the noise.
Beep..beep..*click.*. The hand coming down soundly onto the electronic alarm clock as a rumpled-looking young girl slowly sat up from her blanket cocoon. Yawning as Gia struggled to find the motivation to leave the comfort bed beneath her and face the challenges of the day. Excitement and nerves warred in her mind as today would be the first official day of her new life as a Weapon for the DWMA. Would her previous training with her father be relevant at all or would she have to be forced into a new way of accepting changes. As her bare feet padded into a small bathroom, violet eyes stared tiredly back at her reflection as she began her morning routine.
Several minutes later, there was another roadblock in the way as Gia stood in front of her closet in an attempt to figure out what would aid her first impression. Her closet was a bit uptight and professional-looking for a girl her age, not a single pair of jeans was seen in the interior. A decision was eventually made as she quickly ate a piece of toast before locking the door to her humble studio apartment shut. Already the sun was shining brightly as she made her way to the massive academy just on the horizon, there were a few detours along the way that she couldn't bring herself to pull away. Such as a hasty game of hopscotch or giving an adorable stray a fond pat on the head, a genuine smile on her face as she finally reached the set of impossibly long concrete steps before her.
Said smile was turned into a grimace as she ascended to the top of the stairway. Sweat beaded her forehead as she swiped a stray piece of hair from her face. Smoothing down her outfit as a familiar pit of nerves settled in stomach as she navigated around the massive crowds of students socializing and as expected showing off and bragging. It seemed there had already been one victim to the crowds as an elegantly dressed boy appeared quite rumpled, but was being assisted by a kindly looking girl. Finally approaching an official-looking desk which was tarnished with a mess of pink. Pink was everywhere as an excitable Nurse greeted her before gesturing her to take a name tag. With a single ball-point pen as she scripted out 'Gia Weste' in flowing letters, a skill that she had always taken pride in.
Choosing to sit on a comfortable looking couch, not in the depths of the crowded room, but not far enough that she would be considered alone. Chatter buzzed around her as she nervously patted down the crisp fabric of her skirt. Her attire was a bit too uptight it seemed. Her feet were strapped into small black heels, followed by a black skirt reaching just above her knees. Well the bottom half of her attire wasn't so out of place, but her upper half was. A comfortable-looking grey blazer covered a elegant-looking white shirt underneath it. Finally around her throat was a red tie that matched the ribbon in her hair. A sharp contrast to all the band t-shirts, ripped jeans and mini skirts about the room. Her hands flexed as she debated the possibility of sneaking away from the crowd, but her feet remained firmly planted on the ground as she was trying to fix her habit of avoiding conflict. Said conflict could have been friendly or hostile..it wasn't something she enjoyed having to deal with. Her Weapon nametag glinted in the light as the laminated surface reflected her name.