<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Remy waved off his worry of injury. She doubted very much that he'd even managed to bruise her but if so she'd certainly been through worse. Some of it even on camera. Being not quite 5'3" without the heels tended to make others somehow think of her as fragile or dainty but Remy was neither and didn't bother trying to pretend. Even if she did have to reach up kinda far to tie the guy's mask in place properly.<br/><br/>"Not at all," came her reply as she turned and stepped closer. He'd turned so she could get to the strings and from this position, Remy couldn't help but note his stature. His height relative to hers, the breadth of his shoulders compared to the trim waist. He certainly gave the impression of being rather fit, especially if the impression of him she'd gotten as they'd collided was anything to go by. Of course, Remy met a lot of handsome and physically fit men, that won little in the way of points with her, masks or no. Instead she knew it tended to be overall presence that did it for her, though as a natural switch that still left room for variety--though why she was even thinking about that now was a bit confusing. <br/><br/>Neatly manicured nails gleamed under the soft hallway lighting as her fingers worked to secure the strings. "Is that okay?" She asked once and then again, to be sure she wasn't going to strangle his face with the mask. It needed to be tight enough to hold the thing securely so he could see but only just. She'd hate to be accused of trying to choke out another guest. At least without their permission anyway and Slick here didn't seem much the type. She'd caught the edge of arrogance to him already in the few short moments between them.<br/><br/>A soft snort of laughter escaped her as he questioned her suggestion that maybe he was going the wrong way. "I only meant, maybe you were chasing some cute little thing and if so, no one else has passed me yet except you. As for where the party's at... I'd say its wherever you make it. Either way, I promise you, Slick. I'm fine." She assured him, releasing the strings and stepping around him once he'd given the okay. "What, you wanna check me over to be sure?" Her brow arched but it was behind her fuller mask. Her hands went to her hips, her weight shifting slightly as she regarded him. </span>