Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170306113837

Hazel simply stood there for the next minutes, staring solemnly at the open, bright doorway that Nacoma had left from, before letting out a deep sigh, and rubbing her eyes. She flicked her cigarette away into a nearby bin with uncanny precision.

Moments later, she reappears wearing her signature green trechcoat, a wrapped brown canvas wrapped over her back. She then walks to the balcony, and appears to look down into the long darkness, before slowly toppling over the balcony.

The wind rushes past the dark, falling figure in strong, violent whistles of noise, Hazel, for her part, remains impassive, and only somersaults to face feet down after nearing the solid concrete below.

The moment she lands, the very air itself around her seems to dilate, and crack outwards, cracking the concrete of the ground around her in a deep crunch, and shattering some nearby glass, completely flattening the dumpsters around her.

Hazel is completely unscathed, and dusts off her shoulders as if it's nothing, waking to where Nacoma now stood.

"Let's discuss business."