<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/blonde-cute-girl-hair-long-hair-Favimcom-456484_zps26d92996.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Rachel Prince (Rapunzel)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Athletic field, minutes before tryouts<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Warming up<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The day had gone by quickly and Rachel had found herself swirled up in the normal day-to-day happenings and routines.  She'd eaten breakfast that morning with Melissa and then headed off to class.  Algebra and Astronomy had come before lunch, which she had spent with a few of her teammates, and then she had Philosophy in the afternoon.  During breaks she had hung a few posters for the tryouts and done her homework.<br/><br/><br/>Her long blonde hair was tied back into a braided tail, which dramatically reduced its length, and she was dressed in the required practice uniform.  The butterflies had continued to swarm in her belly throughout the day, and within the last couple hours reached the point where she thought she might be physically ill.  To try to reduce her anxiety she had jogged around the field twice, and now she was stretching.  As she placed her nose to her knee, her left leg tucked in, and grasped her heel with the palm of her hand, her mind went over the steps to their various routines.  She was fairly confident in her gymnastics and knew all the chants by heart.  She'd been told her voice carried well.  It had been the dance steps she'd struggled with the most and while she knew she was decent, she also knew that some of the other girls were a whole lot better.<br/><br/>As she stretched, she watched as other people came onto the field.<br/>