<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> NPC --&gt;Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>"...just... just don't do what you usually do, okay?"</em><br/><br/>Scarlett lips pulled down into a scowl as Remy's head turned. Her partner, as large and blonde as she was petite and dark, would have seemed to loom over her to anyone else's eyes but if the woman herself felt that way it sure as hell didn't show as she pinned him with a gaze that had frozen grown men cold on her show. <br/><br/>"What I 'usually' do?" Her brow arched despite not being able to see it through her no frill's mask. They were already pulling up to the house and merely waiting behind a couple other cars so she'd put the thing on to free her hands. Likewise the lace fan she'd opted to carry was tucked into the top of her boot. "What the hell does that mean?"<br/><br/><em>"You know what it means."</em> Her partner countered, his eyes crinkling as though he were laughing at her. <em>"Try to relax and actually have some fun. It's meant to be fun, Rems."</em><br/><br/>"Says you." She huffed and turned her gaze back to the window so she could ignore the rising urge to wipe that stupid grin off his face. "Look, I said I'd try. I'm gonna try, okay?" Wandering into a party full of people she didn't know half covered with masks probably wasn't the best setup for someone like her, but hey, new experiences and all that. She did have anonymity on her side. Very few would actually know who she was even without the mask. She'd barely rated an invite and that was only because of her partner. He was the 'charming' one. <br/><br/><em>"Do you want me to stay with you?"</em><br/><br/>That brought her head back around. Asked quietly, she noted that his face had gone more serious, almost wary.<br/><br/>"Boy please! I don't need a chaperone or a babysitter. Go, have fun. I will be fine."<br/><br/><em>"Well can you at least smile then?"</em> <br/><br/>She gave him a smile.<br/><br/><em>"Oh... Oh that--that is frightening. On second thought, don't do that." </em><br/><br/>Remy punched him in the chest. "Ass." But at least she was laughing when their door was opened.<br/><br/><br/>A few minutes later, after managing to make it through greeting their hostess and checking their coats, Remy was left alone to wander. She'd never been to this estate before and had only done the most basic homework regarding it, so she found her curiosity climbing as she opted to skip the obvious 'hot spots' and merely wander with no aim other than to see what there was to see. As far as the party itself was concerned, well, she was sure that anyone meant to find her would. Though whether they could actually handle what they found... well, that would remain to be seen.</span>