[b]Frisky hangs on one of the many trees in the Dojo, hanging upside-down by the tops of her bare feet. Her cherry-red hair swings back and forth, falling from her shoulders to the open air. Her eyes scan the horizon, red, just like her hair. Her sleeveless, white shirt falls from her, but stops right below her chest, seemingly held up by an elastic band built in to the shirt. Her black shorts also slip down wards, stopping just at the very tops of her thighs. She swings back and forth every once in a while, she was clearly bored.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]