The door opens, almost without a sound. A woman's voice carries through, cold and impassive, and with a thick Russian accent.
"Thank you very much for your, ah,
help." (A cry, muffled by -- presumably -- a gag, followed by the sounds of a struggle.) "Dovchenko, if you would do the honors."
Bang.
The sound of struggling ceases.
The first thing to touch the bar floor is the sole of a black rubber boot. Its owner is tall, dressed in a grey military uniform (and yet, despite the garb, she still carries herself a certain way: seductively, dispassionately, confidently. She carries herself like royalty).
Over remarkably blue eyes are perched a pair of large sunglasses, currently directed down as she carefully removes a pair of black gloves. Suddenly, she stops in her tracks and looks up. From her reaction, it's clear that this is not where she meant to be.
She utters a curse under her breath, eyes narrowing as she whips the sunglasses from her face, black bob cut framing her features.
Colonel Doctor Irina Spalko is not someone used to having things happen without her command.
tiny tag: irina spalko, the russian astronaut, baron ether
ooc: irina is a bit of a psychic. tonight, i don't really plan on having her pick up on (or try to pick up on) anything special, except perhaps a couple of random facts or traits about the character (she will not be able to do this if your character is particularly strong of will). if you'd rather she didn't, please put in an ooc note with your tag. if you want to make something out of it, feel free to leave comments in her journal. also, tags open for whenever.
ooc 2: mun off to sleep. tags (new and old) will be picked up tomorrow.