Before she could move into the elevator, a bunch of bags-- uh, girls-- ran into the already cramped up mechanical box. The blue-haired girl frowned.
Yeah, no, this wasn't going to do. Besides, she had to warm up for the sports facilities. And, unlike these dainty, puny-looking girls, Gunther had a strong, firm, and beautiful body. The kind that one worked for-- maybe with the lucky grace of having inherited good genes, but that only got you so far if you didn't actually hone your body. She wasn't about to let so-called luxury weaken her.
Fifty floors would definitely be a cinch. Gunther had come clad in a grey tank top, baggy army jogging pants-- one pant leg folded up to her knee-- and white and blue sneakers with wing designs on either side of each shoe, ready to hit the gym and keep up her training. In one fluid motion and without a word, she bent to pick up her duffel bag, and headed for the stairs, seemingly unhampered by the jerk of the heavy-looking pack. The little penguin doll keychain bobbed along with its owner's every step.