<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EQGyLz9.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Alisa Tager (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15340856#msg15340856)/Cipher<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Eating in the cafeteria |<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Oh no, he caught me!!"</span><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jean<br/><strong>Date:</strong>First Saturday in May<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'I swear, I shoulda...'</em></span><br/><br/>The ridiculous inner rambling was drawn immediately to a halt when a warm tenor verging toward baritone broke her inner monologue. Alisa immediately looked up...and up.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'Mothafuck me, he's tall!'</em></span>The young man soon settled himself at her table<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'Noooo!'</em></span>and spoke, the query- lightly accented and fairly straight forward- falling from smiling lips. The young tatted up woman took a moment to shield herself, shutting herself away<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'Like Occlumency from Harry Potter!'</em></span>before she swallowed the remainder of her bite and proffered up a shy smile.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"You know, I didn't even look? I probably should keep abreast of the shit that happens outside of these walls but damn if I wanna check out how crazed the world's gotten. I just escaped from it a few months ago!" </span>Her own voice was husky and warm, roughened from disuse and slightly deep, a whiskey soaked contralto. One small hand pushed a fall of raggedy curls away from her forehead even as she shifted in her seat and allowed herself to take in her table partner. He was attractive in a punk rock sort of way, lithe, tall,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'Pale as fuck but I love his hair...'</em></span>and all together seemed fairly confident and comfortable in his skin. She wished she felt so at ease but she never had.<br/><br/>She doubted she ever would.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"What makes ya think it's a teleporter?"</span>She paused and ran that sentence back.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"They left no traces at all beyond the missing stuff and dead bodies? I mean honestly, I coulda got in without setting of an alarm or being seen, heard OR killing anyone but I couldn't have gotten out with like an entire fuckin' room..."</span>She took another bite of her salad and studied  the table top, her brow furrowed in concentration.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Dammit! Now I gotta go look into things!"</span>She glanced up with a small grin.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Dang, why'd ya have to tell me that?"</span>