<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/>The meeting had ended.  Jia Li understood those words of finality that indicated there would be no more information given at this location.  With so much information to absorb she doubted all could be kept straight if the meeting lasted much longer.  Legs began to work her back from the door in her same crouch.  Hands once more helped keep her weight distribution from pushing too long or too hard on any one particular board.  Much like a cat she slinked back toward the window.  A wary eye was kept on the door for any sight of the large man or his companion who he even called big.  Slippers put themselves against the frame of the window while she found a perch.  Eyes darted along the street for signs of a witness.  Then she made a slight hop to turn her body facing into the room.<br/><br/>Legs slipped back from under her so that she suddenly dropped.  Fingers pressed to the window frame so that she was held there with legs braced to the wall.  Another look was given to ensure privacy before the drop came.  Then her fingers let go of the frame and she tucked her feet up against her.  Such a motion was not the final in her descent.  Instead once her legs tucked down she pushed them forward again so that when her body struck the ground her legs were first.  Yet those limbs folded so easily allowing her to roll back from the force of them.  Shock of the fall was distributed throughout her body as she tucked and rolled back.  During the final roll her arms extended so that the momentum carried her upward into a fast handstand that she broke by dipping her body.  Feet once more on the ground she turned and ran down an alley as if the entire affair had been nothing at all.<br/>