Revelree
Heartbreaker
Rouge
Her smile widened a little. "Rhymes, huh? You're like a poet, mister. That seems quite fun." she replied. She walked around the place, looking around for anything she could find. Something sharp or hard enough to knock someone out... something that can be used as a weapon. She had the notion that if she stayed here for longer, something will find her. Something unpleasant. But first... she glanced at the strange guy. He's thin, not enough muscles to really be a great ally. Of course her body is indeed small and weak as well, but she something tells her she can manage and this guy cannot. Maybe he's smart. Maybe he can be useful, for gathering supplies and small stuff. Maybe she can use his body as a shield if someone tries to attack them. Surely he won't mind?
She didn't like him. The way he smiled creep her out. There's something about him... She wished she'd gotten to meet someone who knew more about this Murder City. Someone useful. She looked around the place once more. Wrong and red. Really? "What do you mean by wrong? This place seems quite pleasant, I think." she replied. She found some broken glass, but touching it gave her finger a small wound. She didn't mind, but it would probably not be wise to ruin her hands when she needed to fight.
Huh?
She glanced at her finger again. It was the left hand ring finger. There she could faintly see a scar, as well as weird symbols that she didn't quite understand. Not to mention, it was glowing. Very faintly, it was glowing a luminescent blue. Weird.
For the moment, she let that go. She found a bloody chair, and without hesitation started hitting the wall with it. With effort, the chair broke, and she got herself a piece of wood with a couple of rusty nails hanging off it. She frowned. It felt unfamiliar in her hands. She wanted something to stab with. With consideration she eyed the broken piece of mirror again. She looked around. Finding a bloody piece of fabric that seemed from someone else's clothes, she wrapped the glass around it, and put it in her boots. It was rather uncomfortable having her feet press up next to a hard object, but at least she has the weapon she wanted. Though a knife would be better... she thought.
Realizing she had ignored the guy for a while in her concentration, she blushed a little in embarrassment. "I... I apologize. I'm just looking for a weapon. I'm worried someone will find us here. But I'll be good, I promise." she said. "Also.." she opened her left hand to face him, showing him her strange glowing finger. "Do you have this weird finger too? Am I the only one who can't remember stuff? How do we survive here? Where's the way out? The monitor in my room said some weird things, but this place really does seem dangerous..." she trailed off. "Ah, do you have a weapon yet? You'll need one. Do you want this?" she raised up the piece of wood she got, offering with a friendly smile. Suddenly she blinked, and looked down at the floor at the floor uneasily. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm asking so many questions, it must be annoying. "
Her smile widened a little. "Rhymes, huh? You're like a poet, mister. That seems quite fun." she replied. She walked around the place, looking around for anything she could find. Something sharp or hard enough to knock someone out... something that can be used as a weapon. She had the notion that if she stayed here for longer, something will find her. Something unpleasant. But first... she glanced at the strange guy. He's thin, not enough muscles to really be a great ally. Of course her body is indeed small and weak as well, but she something tells her she can manage and this guy cannot. Maybe he's smart. Maybe he can be useful, for gathering supplies and small stuff. Maybe she can use his body as a shield if someone tries to attack them. Surely he won't mind?
She didn't like him. The way he smiled creep her out. There's something about him... She wished she'd gotten to meet someone who knew more about this Murder City. Someone useful. She looked around the place once more. Wrong and red. Really? "What do you mean by wrong? This place seems quite pleasant, I think." she replied. She found some broken glass, but touching it gave her finger a small wound. She didn't mind, but it would probably not be wise to ruin her hands when she needed to fight.
Huh?
She glanced at her finger again. It was the left hand ring finger. There she could faintly see a scar, as well as weird symbols that she didn't quite understand. Not to mention, it was glowing. Very faintly, it was glowing a luminescent blue. Weird.
For the moment, she let that go. She found a bloody chair, and without hesitation started hitting the wall with it. With effort, the chair broke, and she got herself a piece of wood with a couple of rusty nails hanging off it. She frowned. It felt unfamiliar in her hands. She wanted something to stab with. With consideration she eyed the broken piece of mirror again. She looked around. Finding a bloody piece of fabric that seemed from someone else's clothes, she wrapped the glass around it, and put it in her boots. It was rather uncomfortable having her feet press up next to a hard object, but at least she has the weapon she wanted. Though a knife would be better... she thought.
Realizing she had ignored the guy for a while in her concentration, she blushed a little in embarrassment. "I... I apologize. I'm just looking for a weapon. I'm worried someone will find us here. But I'll be good, I promise." she said. "Also.." she opened her left hand to face him, showing him her strange glowing finger. "Do you have this weird finger too? Am I the only one who can't remember stuff? How do we survive here? Where's the way out? The monitor in my room said some weird things, but this place really does seem dangerous..." she trailed off. "Ah, do you have a weapon yet? You'll need one. Do you want this?" she raised up the piece of wood she got, offering with a friendly smile. Suddenly she blinked, and looked down at the floor at the floor uneasily. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm asking so many questions, it must be annoying. "