<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://stagevu.com/img/thumbnail/swvwoeuxayeebig.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Hopefully nobody<br/><hr/><br/>Concentration kept her kneeling in position during this time.  Pain and cramping in her body from remaining still for so long was put aside while her mind focused on capturing those words.  Syllables were just more noise to memorize and her lips moved to keep those sounds in her thoughts.  Emotion could be heard in those words and this was valuable.  Emotion meant less thought and less thought meant more information to spill.  Such was her focus that she nearly missed out on the sudden silence and then the sounding of feet against the staircase.  Eyes fluttered to look at the open window.  A momentary thought of escape brushed into her thoughts, but so much had been spilled.  Eyes instead turned upward and she knew her course of action.<br/><br/>Door frames were sturdy.  So sturdy in fact that tornados would often leave them standing in their wake.  So there was little to keep her from leaping upward to brush her foot on the doorframe.  Hands lifted upward to grasp with her fingertips the rafters above.  Muscles tightened and cords showed themselves beneath her sleeves.  Without even a grunt she pried herself upward, using the muscles of her core to bring her legs up quickly so that she dangled above the floor below.  Then each leg extended sideways so that she performed a split between the beams.  Only when anchored did she move to adjust and find a better position above the approaching figure.<br/>