New.<br/><br/>Being new was always rough. Like being the new kid in highschool after all the other students grew up together. It was mildly awkward and you keep telling yourself that you just need to get through the first day. Then it turns into the first week. Hopefully, the horrible time does not turn into the first month. Thus far? Doctor Juno Blake was only on her second shift actually in the Asylum. She spent a lot of time reading over the current cases and the like. The day before was mainly setting up her office and watching a bit of what happened in the Asylum.<br/><br/>It was mildly creepy, but blame that on horror movies and a very active imagination.<br/><br/>Juno looked down at her desk and took in a deep breath. Twenty five years old and she had all of her schooling done. She even had an internship done. She was a full therapist and the like. She was ready for this.<br/><br/>Juno smoothed out the blouse she wore. She was not thin. Her father used to call her his little pinup girl. She had a classic hourglass shape with a soft feel to her pale skin. Her blouses had to be tailored due to her ample bust and the curve of her waist not fully matching. Some would call her overweight compared to what the media saw as beautiful, but she ran three times a week and liked to swim. She was just… healthy.<br/><br/>She had a figure that was not a little boy’s and she loved it.<br/><br/>Juno shifted her laptop closed and stood up. The skirt was a pencil style, clinging to her to right at her knees. The black stiletto pumps were gleaming against the dull carpet below and she looked towards the closed door of her office as she tucked a rogue bit of blonde behind her ear.<br/><br/>Why was she so… anxious?