<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qyko8wgtkO0/TPazk9MGxTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p0VdSnEi1AM/s1600/karentapiaandersen_losangelestimesphotoshoot_10apr2006_03.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Tara Conners (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=294841.msg14610623#msg14610623)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Damned if she knows.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> A very nice room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, “John”<br/><strong>Note:</strong> Very, very sore, and annoyed. </span><br/><hr/><br/>Tara frowned looking over her back.  It would heal, but it would hurt for a while.  As she stared at it a voice cut into the room.<br/><br/>“FUCK!” she yelled pulling her shirt back over her head and covering her back.  She spun clenching her fist reaching out for any kind of stone to throw, it was all so far away but she could feel it.<br/><br/>She stood dumbstruck for a moment once she processed what she was seeing.  A ninja (?) was standing in the door way yammering on like a robot about training and medicine.  She shook her head and raised a hand to stop him.<br/><br/>“Look!  I don’t know what you're going on about.  All I know is some dude in a bad cosplay offered to help me, and I woke up here, in a house where apparently ninjas don’t have to knock,” she stomped her foot and pointed at him.  “And why the Hell are you a ninja!  Start making sense or I’m going to throw a boulder through the window on you!”<br/><br/>It was a lie, she might be able to, but who knows.  Either way she had crossed from slightly confused to thoroughly annoyed and needed any kind of answer.<br/>