<div class="floatleft">(https://www.dnamodels.com/media/images/useruploaded/cache/181027_22_3.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Leena Guillen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15271661#msg15271661)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Sep. 30th / 2pm<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>High Tea<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Old leather boots, jeans with a few natural tatters, a black t-shirt, and a slightly oversized black peacoat over it all<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Exodus<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Exit<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Oliver<br/><hr/><br/>Leena was ready for the boy to yell, or try to scramble away, or even start fighting her back. Really there were any number of reactions he could have to her dubious actions, not the least of which being violent or otherwise volatile. But when she removed her hand it was impossible to hide that she was visibly perplexed at seeing him still wearing that charming, boyish smile. A small part of her was impressed. The other part of her wanted to twist his nose until he took her seriously. But it was that poke to her forehead, that had her crossing her eyes to better see where his finger was going, that got to her.<br/><br/>She cut him off with a quick and strong slap to his hand, smacking it away from her face. Then she grabbed at his shirt with both hands, and yanked him toward her. Eyes like daggers, staring straight into his own.<br/><strong>"Look you!"</strong>she hissed.<strong>"I don't know what you think you're playing at, but there's something serious going on here, and if we're not all careful we'll be lucky to make it to the end of the year!"</strong>Raising a hand, she placed one extended finger over his lips as either a way to shush him again, or to point up at his eyes,<strong>"Shh!...just keep your eyes open...I'll be watching you…"</strong><br/><br/>Then, moving like a snake, she began slithering backwards away from him, while continuing to stare right into his eyes. She grabbed her backpack with one hand seamlessly, while continuing to back out towards the opposite end of the undertable. Finally in big, mouthed words, she communicated<em>"EYE ON YOU"</em>.<br/><br/>Slipping out from under the table, Leena immediately got to her feet, and took a quick look around taking notice of how many more people there were in the room than when she first crawled under the table. It suddenly occurred to her that seeing someone crawl out from under a table might draw people's attention, which meant she had few precious moments to appear<em>nonchalant</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"Well I'm glad you're feeling better, Oliver. But you're still looking very pale…"</strong>She called in full volume back at the table as she backed away one step at a time.<strong>"You just stay down there, with your head between your knees...try to drink some fizzy water, then get yourself to bed. I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning. It's probably just jet lag."</strong><br/>She continued backing away until she reached the edge of the tables laid out with food. With the impulse to turn and run, Leena paused just long enough to notice a silver tray with little slices of cake on it. Then, without another moment of hesitation, she picked up the tray and made a B-line out through the door she had originally come in through.<br/>Clearly Leena decided her high tea was finished.