<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/e3/76/cae37629f492fb3c728caa4dcbec2421.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Vyx, aka Rachael Kyleson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13656378#msg13656378)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 8 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Living Area (https://i.imgur.com/BwCPhrY.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Although not everyone was cheerful and awake by 8 AM, Vyx certainly was.  Of course, it helped that she didn't need a full eight hours of sleep.<br/><br/>Vyx had lived at this apartment complex for decades, not counting the summer months when she went on vacation with her family.  Over the last year, though, she'd been mostly busy with her senior year, and last night she'd been at the school intro program for the freshmen.  It was fun, but repetitive, and she was starting to really question whether she wanted to go again tonight.<br/><br/>Gnawing on an energy bar, she plopped onto the couch, clicking a few channels before settling on the local music channel.  She kept the volume down enough not to be loud and obnoxious, but worked her free arm and smiled, glancing around to see if anyone else was up this early in the day.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67ZkAd1wmI</div></div><br/><br/>As was fairly common for her in the apartment complex, the name Vyx was proudly displayed upon a name tag on her shirt, although careful inspection would realize it was actually part of the shirt she'd manifested for herself.