<b>Name : Cloe Perez <br/>
Location : airport <br/>
Tagging : Kenji <br/>
Mood music :astronaut in the ocean - masked wolf<br/>
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</div></b><br/>Cloe slammed her door behind her (which was nothing new) before quietly locking it (which was) Not that it would keep her father out, he could get into anything, she could never figure out how, he just did, locked buildings, fuck even faults, her dad could get into anything. But it will give her warning if nothing else.<br/><br/>She quickly packed a bag, but stopped, staring at her wardrobe. First class? What does first class dress like, most her things (okay, all her things) were street clothes. It didn't feel right not wearing anything she can't run or jump or fight in. Finally she found something that may work.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/72117ee6f3ef4e5178f8ae9f77f7fcb6-jpg.138552/" title="72117ee6f3ef4e5178f8ae9f77f7fcb6.jpg">
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</div><br/>She would show her ass to the world, but at least she could jump if push come to shove.<br/><br/>She took a quick nap before getting dressed. She even fixed her hair and makeup before climbing out the window, looking back at the house. Whispering<b>"Sorry dad" </b>before she jumped down to the balcony below. (not like anyone could see her now and she needed to make sure she could move in this) She groaned frustration, her hair a mess already. She don't know why she bothered, her hair was always a mess no matter what she did!<br/><br/>She made it to the airport terminal by 6:25. She spotted him immediately. He looked weird all dressed up. She hated it! He look good. He wasn't allowed to look good.<br/><br/>She nearly called out "Hey asshole!" but stopped herself. That would draw unwanted attention. So she just walked up to him instead.<b>"So do you actually have a name or was your mother a future teller and knew to actually call you asshole?" </b>