(OOC: damn I missed a lot)<br/><br/>Justine Sade, Carriage # 3 [Katrina d'Errineiu, Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Victor]<br/><br/>(before the attack)<br/>Justine looked around at the women in the carriage.  They seemed your usual gossipy noblewomen, all interested in who was fucking who.  She looked up and watched Katrina as they spoke, noticing that she was staring at her.  She could not help but to shift in her seat a bit.  It had started when she grew of age, the strange feeling when ever a rather beautiful woman was paying her attention.  She had long hidden these feelings from her family but this weekend would be without them.  She was on her own.<br/><br/>She watched them then looked away, out of the carriage.  "It is merely another fairytale.  It was a tragic incident that hopefully will never be repeated."  The thought of a fairytale come to life made her heart flutter though.  She shifted again, her slender legs pressed close together underneath her dress from the woman's attentions.<br/><br/>(after the attack)<br/><br/>The sound of gunshots made her jump but she kept her cool much more then the others.  Her rapier was in her trunk but she still had a dagger hidden on her person.  She drew it out, looking over as Victor used some sort of spell to lock the door.<br/><br/>"I am no child sir.  You may count on me for help."  She tried to sound as bold as possible.  This is what she had dreamed of.  Excitement.<br/><br/>She looked over as Antoinette started to freak out, cutting herself on her dagger.  "Wait, you've cut yourself.  Let me see."  She reached over and grabbed Antoinette's finger trying to find the cuts.  Despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to find one.  "Calm down.  It will be ok."<br/><br/><br/>(OOC note:  Justine uses lay on hands to heal the cut on the fingers)<br/>