Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-30202748-20170508035817/@comment-30202748-20170511032601

After Feng left and Noire made sure of it this time, she collapsed into the chair next to Alba's bed.

" What did I just get my self into..."

About thirty minuets after rent left, Noire thought it would be a good time to get heading out as well. The walk back to her home was extra cold that day. When she returned to her little two bedroom house, more of a shanty house if Noire's opinion is taken in to account, in the industrial district she began to explain to her mother that she might be going away for a while. A small argument and a few apologies later her mother reluctantly understood. The rest of the day she spent migrating around her hometown and finally returning home to get some needed sleep

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( Timeskip, next day, morning)

Waking up surprisingly early the next morning, Noire proceeded with her normal morning ritual. Getting up and out of her house early to go do some target practice. With Beacon currently out of commission, Noire would have to keep her skills honed in some way.

She headed out to her favorite abandoned factory with some empty cans. Once there she arranged the no real pattern,  circling her. Using her suppressed pistols she timed herself and begun.

"Hmm, twelve targets in five seconds, not bad" she said to herself.

She did this repeatedly until her ammo ran dry. She cleaned up the mess of spent shells on the floor and  then treked back home. Taking short cuts through the many alleys of her side of the city, she got back home relatively quickly. She collected her things and was reading a book, waiting on the steps of her house. She wanted to see if they knew where she lived.