Nov 03, 2010 20:44
[It's been a rough month for everyone hasn't it? The recent murders have reminded Cross of something. Something that has her sitting at a desk of all things, an untouched wine glass by her elbow. Her hands are steepled in front of her lips, and her eyes are fixed stonily on a blank sheet of paper.]
[An elegant pen lays on the paper, as untouched as the wine.]
[Clearly the General has a lot on her mind. Come distract her from it.]
female! cross