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</div><span style="font-size: 26px"><b>Natasha Dimitriov (500)</b></span><br/><br/><b>Tagging:</b>All others<br/><b>TRIGGER WARNINGS:</b>None<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/>Natasha startled awake, sitting up a bit too quickly and giving herself a headrush. When the blood drained and her vision came back, she looked around the room, taking in the people she was now enclosed with. She rubbed her throat as she looked around, observing everyone wake up and begin to move about. Despite being the last of the players, Natasha had woken up fairly early it seemed, as only now were people beginning to cautiously mill about.<br/><br/>No choker, no make up, no pendants... and the disgustingly bright green track suit. Her aesthetic was definitely ruined for now, but that was an issue for her to handle later. For now, she kicked her legs over the side of her bed and made her way to the central area of the room, keeping toward the walls even after dragging herself from the safety of her bed.