<strong>Character: </strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her room #12<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday night<br/><br/>Zatanna sat Indian style on her bed and watched the Bay's waves wash in and out over the sand. The moon was low and big as its reflection dipped into the dark waters. She was still a bit sore for the earlier battle and her head still tingled from her earlier injury. She let out a long breath as the soft blue glow of her lamp gave her room a magical atmosphere. She had decorated it with a few of her signed posters from the chew at her shows and a couple of other photos of her and friends back in Vegas. A picture of her father sat on her bedside and hugged her pillow as she stared at it. It was an old photo, before she was even born even. HE was younger and looked more define and proper, but the glint in his eyes hinted at a bit of mischief that she inherited from him.  She rolled off the bed, in nothing but a black tank and booty shorts, ready for bed, but still anxious from the battle. She could tell she wasnt on her A game and needed to get her ass in gear if she wanted to keep up with the rest of the group.<br/><br/>Moving to the window she unlocked the frame and slid the glass to the side, letting to cool bay breeze blow throw her hair. It was so refreshing to look out onto the water and relax. She sat up on the window pane, one of her legs daggling out while the other was tucked under her chin. She let her mind wonder as she listened to the night's song.