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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:30 pm
She sits up on the edge of the bed, staring up at the moonlight filtering through the specially tinted ceiling window. "Such beauty to be held within the night. Why let it go to waste?" She says in a soft, somewhat lullaby-like voice. Caressing the black satin sheets for a second longer, she tears her gaze from the moon's light and starts to get ready for another night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:40 pm
After half an hour, Karma sits on the edge of the bed again. Only, this time, instead of looking up at the moon, she is contently lacing up a pair of knee-high black boots. ... Finishing up, she stands up and looks down at her outfit to make sure it's okay. She is wearing her black boots - with a silver-coated dagger hidden within but easy to access. Her dress is black with crimson laces running throughout the bodice. The dress is short on the front, stopping just above her knees, and stopping just above the ground behind her. On her right thigh is a small gun hollister with five clips of silver-coated ammunition available. Down her spine, hidden by the bustier of her dress, runs a silver-coated katana within a crimson sheath. Her hair is pulled back into a tight braid that stops just above her waist.
Stopping only to grab her keys and her coat in an attempt to keep her appearance somewhat human, she steps outside with nothing but a faint rustling of clothing to give her movements away. Locking the door, she turns and makes her way quickly to the city streets.
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