Gwens usual morning after a few days upon the island was bleak, blank even. She'd get ready for the day, wearing her usual attire of a black mini skirts and platform boots, a causal, gothic look.

After applying her 'misery blue' lipstick, she'd pad out of her cabins, settling her frame upon the porch steps. She'd glance up for a moment from her black notebook, noticing your presence. What an eye-catching person, she'd think to herself, though her expression was unreadable. It was filled with curiosity as she'd stare in your direction.