<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vhI1FJX.jpg?1)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Minka Solaris/Brilliante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344029.msg16250046#msg16250046)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See the picture<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Standing outside of the Baxter Building before slipping inside...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>N/A--poor thing never even made it inside.<br/><hr/><br/><em>Minka stared up at the large imposing facade before her, dark eyes wide with expectation. She was supposed to come here to meet with some people though she had no idea if that was a good idea or not. Of course, she'd heard of these specific people. Who hadn't? They were known names in a world where only the very best received accolades, and the rest of them were persona non grata in the world as is. She was part of the second group, not important enough to matter but pretty damned useful all the same. Not that she was going to bitch and moan about it. The cash from the expense account would help offset the cost of living, and she'd be with a team...kind of. <br/><br/>She just hoped she wouldn't have to STAY here. She had a sweet little one-bedroom apartment in Harlem and was loathed to give it up if she didn't have to. She liked her solitude, and she loved her privacy. If she had to stay on-site? Well, solitude and privacy were gone *POOF* A small frown found her lips as she shifted from foot to foot,  a nervous habit she'd never overcome. Finally, the built young woman straightened her spine and squared her shoulders before <strong>attempting</strong> to go inside.<br/><br/>However, there was a horse with wings, a flying dude, and some hovering boxes that would probably squash her FLAT if she didn't get away from this suddenly inhospitable place. With that thought uppermost, the young woman turned on one heel and readied herself to sprint away. Maybe she'd come back tomorrow...or uh...never.</em>