Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140127121339/@comment-7497475-20140208001355

Glaring at James as he left, Noir gave an impatient driver a deathstare when he honked his horn at her. Very tempted to start something, she walked back to her bike. Jumping on, she revved the engine.

"Relaxed. Not bloody likely."

Racing off, Noir sped through the traffic. Weaving her way through the cars, she entertained herself by thinking of ways to inflict pain on James. He was smart, so he would see anything coming. That meant she would have to hit him while unawares, and that would not be easy.

"Perhaps while he talks to Skeet. I'll see how it goes."

Roaring into the alley, Noir calmly got off her bike. Walking over to James, she solidified her facade. He might notice, but she was hoping it would look like an attempt to seem calmer.