<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Troll Mercenary<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Combat, Physical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Waltz<br/>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br/><br/>Fury wasn't used to being so openly touched, but despite the surprising touch of his hand she didn't pull away. Her hand came to rest on his chest. And she could feel the familiar textures of armor beneath the shirt he wore.<strong> "I guess you’re not."</strong>she said smiling lightly. Her hand remained there for a moment, only pulling it away when he looked up and spoke once more.<br/><br/><strong> "Quite possibly, though when my motor is running," </strong>she said using his own description,<strong> "I prefer being oh natural."</strong>she said looking to the dance floor as the song started to come to an end. No doubt another catchy one was going to fallow it. She wasn't looking forward to looking like a fool, hopeful it would at least be something slow. Though the idea of a slow dance seemed almost as silly to her. Fury held back a groan that wanted to come, figuring this could only end in tears.<strong>"You sure about this Hun?"</strong>she asked looking back to him with a soft smirk to her lips.