[OOC: http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=23065&pid=687790#pid687790]<br/><br/>Sophia sighed gently to herself as she slid her thin white gloves on. They were specially made to never tear or rip, even if forced to by other forces. They were designed especially for Sophia, and as such were rather pretty but practical. She stood up and slowly exitted her room; She had her own room because of her dangerous powers, she exuded a small amount of toxic fumes as she slept, and while days at a time wouldn't hurt a person, months and years could kill the person she slept near. She opened the door and stepped out. It was still very early, nobody is around. She turned down the stairs and walked for a few moments, sighing as she opened the doorway to one of the boys bedrooms that she new was general empty. There was usual a bottle or two of the alchohol she snook into the room.