[b]A woman was walking the halls, running her hands on the walls. She wore a grey, robe-like top, green shorts over some dark grey leggings, and a mask in the shape of a cat. She had long, black hair that ran down to her back, tied back at the current moment. At her hip was a revolver, and nothing seemed special about it. A rapier was at her other hip, beside a knife. In short, JT was drunk and running through a hallway, and slammed straight into her as she was walking. She fell right down, and her mask fell off. Behind the red lenses were milky, blurred brown eyes. She spoke.[/b] "Hey! Watch wh-" [b]She looked up at him.[/b] "Oh my god... It's you!" [b]She jumped up, putting her mask back on.[/b] "It's really you!"