Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150706054658/@comment-26130578-20150708000022

MORNING

The soft morning light cast over the room, illuminating the rich wood in silvery grey. From beneath the sheets a curly-haired figure stirred. Slowly she opened her eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling, then shot up in alarm. The first thing she noticed was that she was not in her hotel room. Panic arose when she saw she was only in her undergarments, barely covered by a man's shirt, yet confused to see that her weapons and glasses had been placed on the table beside the bed. They were quickly snatched up as she left the covers.

Silently she stepped through the hall to the staircase, following the only noises emitted in the building. She readied her razor dressage whip and activated her semblance, concealing herself as she prepared to strike. It soon became evident to her that she was in the bar from the growing familiar smells of alcohol, firewood, and coffee. Her stealth assault ended the moment she saw the bartender from the night before.

"It's you..."