<b>NAME: CLOE PEREZ <br/>
LOCATION : HOTEL ROOM ON ZODIAC ISLAND <br/>
TIME : 19 JUNE <br/>
TAGGING : KENJI <br/>
MOOD MUSIC :NO FUN - ARMIN VAM BUUREN <br/>
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</div></b><br/>Holy fucking shit that had hurt! What she wasn't sure yet, the alcohol, gulp of warm jacuzzi water and the likely concussion made that she had no idea what the hell just happened, only that it hurt like a mother fucker! Kenji touched her head where she had banged it and she hissed in pain. Her eyes managed to focus on the source of her torment. Asshole! Of course it was him. She tried slapping his hand away, missed, but a loud ripping sound filled the air.<br/><br/>The bed behind them had been cut, as if someone had taken a machete to it. Little goose feathers in the air proved it had been really good quality bedding.<br/><br/>Cloe was oblivious to this, what she was not oblivious to, however, was that all though his one hand was on her head, the other was on her ass. Her eyes darkened to a nearly navy color, then the feathers in the air started moving in the air as if there was a window open.<b>"Get your hands off me asshole!" </b>she yelled.<br/><br/>A Little glass decoration shattered, blown off it's pearch. The wind in the room became stronger and stronger until you could hear it howling in the room, paintings being torn from the walls, a mirror shattered, the shards becoming airborne.<br/><br/>The bar that had been standing in the corner was lifted clear off the ground by the unexplained wind before it came hurling straight at them.