<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b845ca0dcac759b5a9410347ec336d1/tumblr_mjtfxkECiK1qe8q5zo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoé Laurent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fashionable brown dress with a thick leather belt, matching sandals<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mortocalous plane<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zoé was seated by the window, gazing out over the beautiful European landscape below them. She could vaguely hear her friends discussing movies over by the television, but she couldn't really understand why anyone would want to watch a screen when there was such a rare sight to see outside the window.<br/><br/>She was quite glad to be away from the school; she'd always felt tense there, like she was constantly being judged. Of course, when they reached the estate where their party was being held, her father would be there, who was a harsher critic than any of her teachers could have hoped to be. Still, she loved him and valued his guidance and advice, he'd made her the person she was in more ways than one, and she felt that she owed her success in the school to his preparation. Still, she was glad for this short period of time alone with her friends, some of the few people in the world with whom she felt she could drop her guard a little bit.<br/><br/>She tore her eyes away from the window, and looked over at her friends, who were still discussing what movie to watch. She observed them silently, not really having anything to contribute to the conversation (she'd never been much of a movie person, she always missed the point and focused on how the characters could have done their jobs better). After a moment, she turned back to look outside again, smiling to herself as she watched the landscape race by, trying to pick out any recognizable landmarks.