<strong>Name:</strong>Ash<br/><strong>Gantz equipment:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>The lasers snapped to life again, and once more began slowly tracing their way up from the ground.<br/><br/>First to take shape was a pair of bare feet – most likely a woman’s feet from the size. They were not flat on the floor, but rather only one set of toes was on the floor. The ankles were crossed.<br/><br/>As the construction lasers went higher and higher, around mid-shin a pair of thick, cotton, three-quarter mauve pants, most likely pyjama pants, began to take shape.<br/><br/>Higher and higher the beams went, and as the hips and buttocks were formed, the words “University of Toronto” appeared on the butt of the pants. If it was not clear from the organs being constructed, it was now fairly obvious from the shape of the hips and waist that it was a woman. She was positioned as if she had been sitting on a chair – though there was no chair – with her feet tucked under the seat, ankles crossed.<br/><br/>The beams crept up, and now they were building a T-shirt. It was a white T-shirt, emblazoned with the yellow and purple logo of a bird of prey, and the words “C.K.S.S. Golden Hawks Volleyball”. It also became apparent that the woman had been sitting in her chair, slumped over her desk.<br/><br/>Finally the arms, shoulders and head were constructed, and the figure was complete. It was a woman, in a T-shirt and pyjama pants, with her hair tied back in a ponytail by a scrunchie, who was positioned as if she had been sitting at her desk asleep. Except that her arms were akimbo, not folded to provide support for her head, as if she had passed out onto her desk.<br/><br/>She hung impossibly in that position until the moment the lasers stopped, then gravity took control, and she fell backwards onto her butt with a gasp of surprise.<br/><br/>“Ow,” she said, sleepily at first, rubbing her rear. But a moment later her eyes started to take in the scene around her. “What the hell?” She scrambled to her feet, whipping around to take in the room, then backed up against the nearest wall. “Where the hell am I?” she demanded, angrily, her eyes wild with fear and rage. “Who the hell are you? Did you kidnap me, you freak?”<br/><br/>But she never gave Vinny any chance to answer her questions. Instead, she screamed at the top of her lungs, and dashed to the door. Yelling for ‘help’ and ‘rape’, she struggled with the door, pounding on it and kicking it, but it would not open.<br/><br/>Finally seeing that there was no chance of simply running, she started looked around wildly for a weapon to defend herself with, keeping her distance from Vinny and peppering him with a parade of curses. “You stay the fuck back, you creep,” she raged, looking around for a kitchen knife, or anything she could use to defend herself, keeping one eye on Vinny the whole time. “I swear to god if you take<em>one</em>step toward me, I will rip your balls off and stomp on them. How the hell did I get here? Where is this? Where’s the fucking phone?”