Ristina awoke with a bit of confusion. Confusion was typical for the average day with her. Why she was in Ivy CIty? How did it happen? It was a mystery that continued to pile as if it was unread newspaper. Speaking of unopened newspaper-there was a pile resting just at the bottom of her feet side of the bed. Say the devils name and the devil shall answer right?<br/><br/>She groaned fully aware that the alarm waking her up was the cell phone dangling off the desk. Who the hell would call her at----------3 in the afternoon! Holyhell! Her feet felt as if last night had been one heck of a night. If only that was the true story behind this. Her fur felt grimy and clumped together. In a huff and rather upset her feet traveled to the just barely clean shower. There was a toothbrush placed on the inside of the shower, with the shampoo, conditioner, and soap all in one corner. Showers were a vital part of the day, and needed to be done everyday.<br/><br/>The shower coaxed the rather grim and dirty feeling right out of her. She went to grab a typical blue tank top and a black mini-skirt with niki blue jeans from her dresser. Afterwards, the cellphone which was still dangling off the desk was the next venture.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Four missed calls. Four of the same messages. Everyday four times a single call occurs. It’s an automated message. Rather annoying. The time never changes on her phone so technically it says it happened at the same time. <br/><br/>One will fall<br/>There are old answers here</span><br/><br/>What doe this freaking mean? Hell it could just be a scare tactic? But then why remind and remind as if it was an essential idea. Actually, the number received with the messaged belonged to the very phone in her hand. Weird. The memory of where the cell phone came from was hazy too. Damnit. Nothing ever adds up.<br/><br/>Time to take to the streets. Her hands swept up two katana’s resting against the wall. The only thing she remembered was how to fight. Which...is one hell of a good thing.<br/><br/>Streets are all the same. People rob, steal, beg, and sell themselves for no more than a dollar. Are there others like her out there?