<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;">Of all the things she might have been expecting to happen tonight as she glanced about without any particular hurry or worry, nearly being flat out trucked by a random stranger with a crooked mask in a hallway had not come up <em>at al</em>l on Remy's list. There were so many far more pleasurable ways for one to get laid out after all. She would have like to say her general habit of expecting the unexpected would have served her well in this instance, but in truth she was caught off guard enough that there was little she could do to stop her body from colliding with the hard planes and angles of the male coming at her. Off balance, she stumbled slightly, avoiding twisting an ankle by some miracle, but caught herself. Her eyes cut up at her unintentional assailant as she stepped carefully back from him, her lips drawing down into an unpleasant sneer before she could stop it.<br/><br/><em>We're supposed to be nice, Rems. Its a party. Be nice...</em><br/><br/>"Damn, I mean, I like it rough and all but warn a girl first..." Er... wait. Remy took a deep breath and shook her head, waving that first attempt away and trying again since the guy had been nice enough to apologize.<br/><br/>"Look, it's... it's fine. No harm, no foul." She replied, her voice even and surprisingly light all things considered. "Though you might wanna fix your mask <em>before</em> you get going again. The next girl might not be so lucky." Her tone shifted slightly but the wry tinge to her voice was at least not bitchy. That was something, wasn't it?<br/><br/>"Here, turn around and I'll help you with your mask, if you'd like," she offered, despite the stronger urge to simply pull it away and know who it was she was talking to. Reading people's faces was a skill she'd cultivated over the years, a skill that had given her no small amount of success and allowed her to finagle almost any situation to her advantage... and most of that was useless now. It was annoying. Yes, there were other cues to go by but, well, with strangers (and fully clothes ones at that) faces were easier. "Unless of course you were busy chasing after someone. In which case, you're totally going the wrong way, slick."</span>