<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Heroes/Infinity/c8756841-120e-4a59-8e7d-5a46bdb7dead.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/gwgwgw.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taylor Fairchild (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234208.msg11518315#msg11518315)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shiori, Theresa, Open<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Coming back from a jog<br/><hr/><br/>Her distrust of the other ladies was fairly obvious from the get go.  She was invited to join the Bombshells and that was great, but they wanted her to<i>stay</i>with them.  Revealing her identity to anyone made Taylor skittish at best.  She'd finally agreed and even to take off her mask around the other women of the team.  To her, they were still forming the team.  She'd picked out a room, moved in, and managed to settle into a routine fairly quickly.  One of her biggest addictions now was adrenaline.  She didn't quite alcohol or the myriad of drugs easily.  She needed to replace one addiction with a slight healthier one.<br/><br/>Every morning she got up before the sun, slipped into some form of spandex pants, a sports bra, and a spandex top, pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail, drank some water, went to the bathroom, and then headed out.  She ran for a good hour each day, sometimes more, in addition to what she did on their patrols.  She had to keep in shape, but she also needed the natural endorphin to flood her system after a run.  It wasn't<i>quite</i>the same as drugs, but it was similar.  The adrenaline of being a superheroine and taking on men that were three times her size...that was another one.<br/><br/>She had to have her new addictions in doses, otherwise she'd go overboard.  It wasn't something she shared, rather, it appeared she just really enjoyed running and training.  She was just coming home from one of her jogs.  The door to the loft opening and closing after a plethora of security checks to make sure she was who she said.  She was pretty sure even Juli couldn't get in here...that was saying something!<br/><br/>She stopped first to grab a glass, fill it with water, and then downed it.  She had a sheen of perspiration that formed over her skin.  Next she set to finding something to eat.  Soon the sounds, and smells, of eggs cooking filled the loft, followed by the toaster popping up a couple of instant waffles, microwave going, then going off as she heated the syrup, and finally the sizzle of bacon cooking.<br/><br/>Taylor was fairly methodical when it came to her morning routines.  She bordered on OCD.  She wiped each frying pan clean, put the toaster up, and then ate her food.  After she'd eat, she would wash and put up the dishes she just used.  She was still sure that Tee thought she was a spoiled rich girl, but it wasn't that simple.  Right now, she took her plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon, slathered in syrup, over to the couch and sat down.  "Shoot." She set her plate down and got up, bouncing in front of Theresa, before skittering to the fridge and pouring herself some milk.  She returned and plopped back down, gathering the plate onto her lap and started eating.<br/><br/>Taylor definitely enjoyed form-fitting clothing, especially in the pants/leggings.  She had a great ass and knew it, not<i>quite</i>as great as Theresa's, but well Taylor wasn't Latina...or mutt, or whatever race Theresa was.  She didn't hide it when she checked out the others, she appreciated their bodies.  Everyone was athletic here and that was<i>just</i>Taylor's type.  Her eyes flitted from the TV to Theresa, then over to the clickity clack of the keyboard. "Jesus, woman." She was referring to Shiori. "All you had to do is put that on the brochure for living here, and I'd have come straight away." She joked, but damn, that little outfit was<i>hot</i>.  Not to say that Theresa's wasn't, she just...well she wasn't in briefs and a bra...oh yeah, well there was that flannel shirt...ish.