<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br/><em>Outside Cathedral</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/N9G0huQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Basically this (https://i.imgur.com/NktbZqG.jpg) and dragging this monster (https://www.shopmyexchange.com/products/images/xlarge/6154847_2041.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving at the Cathedral<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Eric Martin<br/><hr/><br/>C.J had crossed her arms over her chest, letting her heavy duffle lay dusty and quiet at her feet, while she stared up at the mostly dark windows. During some pretty tough nights, when sleep at eluded her, and the voices of the lost haunted her, she’d laid on a tiny cot with a friend and listened to his soothing voice, taken joy in his smile, and made teasing promises to come and check it all out for herself one day.<br/><br/>Now she was here, just steps away from the front door, and she had to wonder if he was really here. If the woman that matched her sister’s description was still here. What if she’d traveled all this way for nothing? Releasing her breath in a small huff, CJ shifted her weight as she tried not to think that way.<br/><br/>That would get her absolutely nowhere, and besides, it wasn't as if she could really just turn around and leave anyway.<br/><br/>Frankly, CJ should have expected some kind of security measures to be in place, and technically, the thought was there, it was just hidden under a mountain of other thoughts and worries. The sudden appearance of someone right in front of her made the young woman twitch as a curse fell from her lips.<br/><br/>What the hell?!<br/><br/>Her heart does a marvelous job of climbing up her throat as she stares down what could only be described as a fucking nightmare wrapped in leather. It was like leather-face and the thing from Jeepers Creepers got down and dirty and the result was standing in front of her asking questions.<br/><br/><strong>“ Uh...Isn’t there supposed to be a halt before you ask who goes there?”</strong>Her lips twitched into something resembling a smile as she held her hands out to her sides, palms facing outward. Hopefully Mr. Creepy understood she meant no harm. She made no effort to move, though it was pretty plain that she was on edge, her shoulders tight with tension. She was tired, sorta edging toward grumpyville, and not in the mood to get in a fight.<strong>" I'm C.J "</strong>Her tone was light, conversational even. Hope tucked into the words as she attempted an introduction of sorts, and asked her own question.<strong>" Is there a Kaine Brooks here by chance?"</strong><br/><br/><em>Play it cool… smile. Be non-threatening, you got this.</em>