Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160207234724

This isn't happening, Cyzarine lamented.

''Why is the elevator isn't fixed? Worst is that the dorm is on the fifth floor and I have to take the stairs......''

It seemed that climbing up the stairs became an exhausting task. But it is not due to a lack of exercise. The real culprit is her current mood. And the hesitance to meet her new teammates is the root of her mood.

Cyzarine is already one door away from her new dorm. She couldn't determine why she's reluctant to meet the heiress again. Her instincts were screaming “this is not good” without any concrete reason. Trying to know why, however, led to headache.

The girl stepped in front of the doorway and saw the duo having a conversation. Following the etiquette of entering the room, Cyzarine knocked on the door.

The girl focused her gaze at the silver-haired girl, and briefly glance at Fen.

Thankfully, she has her sunglasses on, which would hard to know where she's looking.

“I'm going..... to sleep.” she finally spoke as she strode towards the bed near the wall and sat on it. Her next words was to prevent them from asking why.

“I did a lot of paperwork last night. My brain is, uh.....” Cyzarine first took off her purple sneakers. “temporarily impaired so I won't function properly until tomorrow.”

And then her ponytail, letting her long, light green hair fall past the shoulders. After putting the hair tie on her right wrist, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes that didn't meet either of the duo's.

Right after she got discharged from the hospital, she and the remaining Black Hounds were sent to wipe out an ANGEL and his whole organization. The threat to the safety of the family must be dealt with immediately after all. And what had happened wasn't a laughing matter. She was sent back to the hospital again exactly 26 hours later after the operation started due to blood loss. Then within a span of three days of the operation, her rib cage must be fixed...... again.

Cyzarine placed the sunglasses beside the pillow. Her hands moved over the scarf wrapped around the neck, which she pulled off, revealing white bandages covering whatever's beneath. The girl also removed her black, long-sleeved, hooded short jacket and put it on the other side of the pillow, leaving her sleeveless, purple shirt exposed as well as more bandages that covered stuffs up. Not that it mattered.

She collapsed to the bed afterwards, pulling up the blanket over her semi-healed body. Some of her limbs ached in protest but thanks to the drugs she took, she'll have a long nice sleep.

Cyzarine let out a soft sigh when she faced the wall. Pretty comfortable not looking at the people, especially that person.

Might as well pretend she only remembered bits of what happened. Then everything will be fine.

“Good afternoon....”

As soon as she said those words, a young man was sent flying across the hallway, which passed by the dorm of the new team.

“Go f*ck up yourself, 'ya maniac c*nt!” a voice of a young woman shouted. Hurried and slightly heavy, clicking of high-heeled boots resounded along the corridor.

“Ow! I was just talking to you!”

“Yeah, yeah I ain't no deaf and blind! If you want s*x then go to the prost*tutes, you godd*mn moron!” she retorted.

Finally, she came into view on the doorway. The young woman has a crimson hair. And judging by what she wears and her attitude earlier, Raizel can be safely assumed to be a foul-mouthed rebel.

“The hell are 'ya lookin' at?” she asked as she blew a bubble gum and burst it, tone projecting a bit of arrogant attitude combined with her arrogant aura.

The girl stopped chewing. She narrowed her blue-green eyes all over the dorm then at the door before asking her next question.

“Wait, are 'ya all my teammates or what?”

In order to be more safe from the day's mess, Cyzarine opted to set her therapy headphones into mute mode.