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Xiao Mei has, it should be said, been keeping to herself. The world is strange. The clothes are strange (she has managed to work out 'modern' zippers and buttons, and shoelaces, but it is still very, very odd), the food is strange, and the air tastes different.
She has been keeping to herself.
Today, however, she is in the lobby of the hotel. It is a decent space, though smaller then she is used to, and empty. Where the others are, she isn't quite sure.
And what she is doing is practicing. With her sword, yes, but it's a dance. Not of flickering feet, but of bends and twists and flips, with the sword catching the light from the windows.
It might look better if she wasn't dressed in black sweatpants (she found in them in an alley-way and mananged to get most of the blood out) and a pink shirt with rips.
However, one must make do with what one has.
[ooc: feel free to tag, even if I'm not on AIM - I'll pick up any and all tags]
She has been keeping to herself.
Today, however, she is in the lobby of the hotel. It is a decent space, though smaller then she is used to, and empty. Where the others are, she isn't quite sure.
And what she is doing is practicing. With her sword, yes, but it's a dance. Not of flickering feet, but of bends and twists and flips, with the sword catching the light from the windows.
It might look better if she wasn't dressed in black sweatpants (she found in them in an alley-way and mananged to get most of the blood out) and a pink shirt with rips.
However, one must make do with what one has.
[ooc: feel free to tag, even if I'm not on AIM - I'll pick up any and all tags]