<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/blonde-phone.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Glamorous</span></span><br/><em>Blonde Fashionista, Petite Titan</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>8<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>0<strong>PER:</strong>2<br/><br/><em>~At the League~</em><br/><br/>Nicole was...somewhere.  Looking up and down the concrete hallways, the blonde gave a deep frown as her brow wrinkled in concern.  The dim lighting and the unfurnished halls was in stark contrast to the polished sections of Laprade Spire that she was used to.  With a touch of chagrin, the realization that she might be lost began to dawn on her.  Having been so engrossed in swapping texts back and forth with Mary-Ann about the latest face cream at Sephora and planning a weekend shopping spree, she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going.  Only when her iPhone reception had died did she even bother to glance up and check her surroundings.  "Should I have taken a left and then a right at that second corridor?  Or was that a right and two lefts?"  She said the words aloud, more to break the foreboding silence that now surrounded her.<br/><br/>Taking a few more steps forward, her Jimmy Choo heels clacking even more loudly in the gloom and silence, she began to feel a bit uneasy.  "This is almost like one of those stupid horror movies settings where the serial killer is lurking nearby..." a nervous laugh followed her words, linked with a quick flinch when one of the overhead lights gave a sudden flicker.  "Well, I am not going to play the role of the dumb blonde," she muttered under her breath, her green eyes flicking around at the darkened corners of the hallway.   Reluctantly, she propped up her Prada shades to rest on the top of her blonde hair because it was too dark to see clearly anymore.  "Where's the token black guy when you need him anyways?" she plaintively asked.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Glamorous froze.  A loud booming noise, like someone kicking a door, echoed in the corridor.  A dry swallow was given.  "Ha, ha..." she sarcastically said, mustering up her failing nerves.  "Very funny whoever you are."  Mentally, she tried to rack her brain for who might be having a little bit of fun at her expense.  But after a few moments, she could not come up with anyone.  None of the members of the League seemed given to practical jokes.  At least not this type of juvenile humor of watching her squirm.<br/><br/>Deciding that perhaps attempting to retrace her steps as opposed to going forward was a wiser choice, Nicole quickly turned on her heels and began walk.  Picking up more and more pace until she was briskly walking, her long blonde hair streaming out from behind her.  In fact, she was moving so quickly she almost couldn't stop herself from colliding into the shadowy figure that was waiting when she made the next turn.<br/><br/>"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" were her only words as she reflexively flung her Neverfull.  Fortunately, her aim was horrendously off as the oversized designer bag soared through the air, clipping a few of the overhead lights as a shower of hot sparks rained down from above along with crystalline fragments of halogenated glass.  This served to plunge the immediate area into near darkness.  The bag continued on its merry way until it thudded against the wall, leaving a small crater.  And of course, the action of tossing her bag overbalanced her as Nicole went down in an ungainly heap with the mystery figure sidestepping to avoid going down with her.  Rolling head over heels, she came to a stop after a few feet, her ass high in the air, the double G for Gucci clearly visible on the seat of her pants.<br/><br/>Pulling herself up off the ground, Glamorous then froze on her hands and knees as she saw the ominous shape of a hand-held gun of some sort and the glossy reflection on a gasmask staring at her.  A groan escaped her lips.  Who would have guessed that Laprade Enterprises did have a resident psychopath?  "I guess that means I get the part?"  She said weakly as she put her hands up in the air, letting her chin touch the ground as she remained in her half-kneeling state.  "Oh, I'll have you know that I'm very valuable alive.  Much more than dead.  Waaaay much more.  Even better if returned unharmed."<br/><br/>Though in a worst case scenario, she figured she could always take a risk and bull-rush the gun-toting maniac.