Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-23309369-20140524203550

Liz brushed her hair out of her eye once more, her vision of the prosthetic arm in front of her was unobstructed for the time being as her tools dances around its innerworkings. An alarm caused her to jump slightly, she quickly reached over to her scroll and turned it off before the noise attracted any attention. After a few seconds of silence she sighed with relief, before remembering what the alarm was for, she had a class to get to. Quickly she slipped her project into a box and under her bunk and got dressed. She moved through the door and made her way to the classroom.

Liz managed to make her way through the halls without running into anyone, which she was thankful for, though when she moved into the room itself she noticed she wasn't the first to arrive. Looking down at the floor she took a seat in the very back of the class, the most lonely and uninvolved spot she could find.