Name: Call me... Kiersten. Yes, Kiersten works quite well.

Age: 21

Location: Earth, USA, sometimes alternate universes.

A young woman of average height pulls out a feather duster and bats at cobwebs. No longer feeling alone, she glances over her shoulder. "...Hmm? Who are you and what are you doing here? I'm busy cleaning!" She turns back to dusting and eventually glances back. "Haven't you left yet? No? Well, it's not like there's going to be anything new posted anytime soon. I seem to have hit this nasty wall while digging through my creativity," an ominous wall looms high as she speaks, "and it blocks my mind every time I try to write. Until I manage to break the darn thing down (instead of everything else I have tried whacking it with), I'll be here cleaning." With a heavy sigh, she turns around and promptly inhales a cloud of dust. Whilst she coughs, she shoos a pile of something green at you and suddenly it envelops you. Slowly your world turns black, and you come back to awareness on the page that caused you to click on her profile and wondered if it was all a dream...