<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo17/Phaia_Jacobs/natasha.jpg)<br/></td><td><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> It had become a royal cluster fuck for sure, the death of the leader of the party and now the gates slamming and the sudden darkness. Checking her watch it made her arch a delicate eyebrow as she noted the time. She had run with the rest toward the gates but now she moved to the side, pulling her long briad up and onto her head she tugged up the hood of her jumpsuit allowing its blend to aid her in the dim light. Casually she checked her pistols and other equipment. The compass swirled and it seemed even the light of the flash light dimmed when it was turned on...luckily she had bough a bunch of the light sticks...old school but effective.<br/><br/>Her voice almost seemed to come from the foggy darkness.<br/>" hmm only one can leave alive... I wonder how the person is chosen. could everyone check their comms, mine seems to be having some sort of problem as does my watch."<br/><br/>Natasha made sure her holsters were made ready for quick draws and extra clips at the ready.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>