Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-25582638-20150909093335

Cyzarine put away her scroll and went to the comfort room. It was void of occupants when she entered. She mused a bit how odd it is not to have anyone inside in spite of number of people inside the mall but she immediately pushed that thought aside. She only needs to do what must be done anyway. A minute later, she was about to exit the comfort room when screams and continuous firing of guns sounded outside.

Her eyes slightly narrowed at the door before hearing louder gunshots.

They’re close 

Bullets drilled on the walls at the end of the hallway followed by heavy thumps on the floor. Aggressive voices drowned the whimpers of the survivors who were ordered to walk.

The comfort room for female is nearer to the end of the said hallway than the male’s, she realized. Cyzarine faintly moved her boots, receiving expected hums from nozzles that were ready to unleash its power.

The girl took five steps backwards from the door before bending her body forward. She then unholstered one of her Long-Barreled Lethal Pistols from the holster strapped on her left thigh and pointed it downward. Her eye’s sclerea turned black, indicating that her Semblance has yet to be activated when her dark blue eyes glows bright under her sunglasses.

She only has one goal in this very moment: Get to the control room. There she'll have more eyes around the mall. She wasn't eager to fight hostiles without knowing why. That job certainly belongs to battle-crazed people.

<p class="MsoPlainText"><span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The instant the door opened with guns pointed at her, Reiluft blasted her towards them.