http://cassandra-cain.livejournal.com/ (
cassandra-cain.livejournal.com) wrote in
milliways_bar2005-03-16 08:47 pm
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
(no subject)
An unfamiliar figure stepped through the door, and it was clear from her posture that she tensed the moment she realized that she had not arrived at her intended location. She was a rather small, lithe little thing, but it was clear by her build that she was no idle girl. Instead, her muscles contributed to her lean figure that stood out in her form fitting black shirt and pants.
Blinking, the black-haired girl warily observed her surroundings. This was definitely not her training area. The door had already closed behind her. This, indeed, was a mystery. And although solving a mystery wasn't her area of expertise, she decided to explore a bit to determine her location.
Stepping carefully, she peered around, trying to disguise her obvious curiosity.
( Mun will be leaving for bed at 11PM, so expect slowtime then. )
Blinking, the black-haired girl warily observed her surroundings. This was definitely not her training area. The door had already closed behind her. This, indeed, was a mystery. And although solving a mystery wasn't her area of expertise, she decided to explore a bit to determine her location.
Stepping carefully, she peered around, trying to disguise her obvious curiosity.
( Mun will be leaving for bed at 11PM, so expect slowtime then. )
no subject
no subject
no subject
Cassandra frowned as she thought about the possibilities.
no subject
no subject
no subject
A shot in the dark.
no subject
Cassandra didn't answer the question, and just...averted her gaze. It was obvious that she had something to hide.
no subject
Which was just a stupid suggestion, considering who she was. But hey.
no subject
"Thanks..." She told him.
no subject