<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fONl17w.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sergeant Serenity McKay<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>none<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>What the Fuck?!<br/><br/>Serenity awoke with the usual grogginess that was accompanied her the morning after so much to drink. Her hand went to shield her eyes from the harsh rays of that stupid fireball that shone in the rough the window. Hadn't she closed those damn blinds to prevent this?! Begrudgingly pulling herself up from her bed she walked over to the window to draw the blind closed. However as she stood in that strange room something felt off. Rubbing the last remnants of sleep from her eyes Serenity finally got a good look at the room she was in. Wherever she was was it had not been the room she had passed out in the night before. Her instincts kicking in immediately she scanned the room for exits and anything she could use as a weapon. Nothing but a lamp that would likely shatter as far as weapons went, and just one door and one window to allow entry and exits.<br/><br/>Slinking silently to wall adjacent the door Serenity listened for signs of anyone else. She definitely heard footsteps out in the hallway, at least two, as well as someone speaking. She needed to know were the hell she was and how she's gotten here, so first things first, her fist objective was to figure out where here was. Doing her best to ignore the growing migraine in her skull the marine peered out the door to get a look at the hallway. Long and narrow, seven other doors, and two young men standing in it. Two targets, no weapons, and one pissed off and disoriented marine. Serenity had been in worse situations. And her pounding head was telling her she needed to get out of this building and find somewhere to get a drink.<br/><br/>Since the closest target had his back to her he was who Serenity decided to go for. As silently as she could the red head rushed up behind the man with glasses and grabbed his arm in her iron grip. Pulling it behind him and wrenching it up near his shoulder blades her other arm grasped his free hand at the wrist to keep him from trying anything with it.<strong>"Listen here dirt bag. I'll give you and your buddy there 5 seconds to tell me where the hell I am and how I got here. And if I don't start getting answers I like I'm gonna start breaking arms!"</strong>She didn't exactly yell but her voice carried authority and obvious agitation. She was a lone soldier in no man's land, and god help anyone that got in her way right now.