"You're different. Right?" [i]A softer voice, perhaps one that belonged to a girl that was just going into adulthood, would ring out from the depths of the standstill reality, as the arena would shift and change once more, to her own image. Yet it was.. oddly familiar, one must say. So familiar, that..[/i] [u]New Location: Civis Praemium. Area: Central Park.[/u] [i]Synthetic waves of grass would breeze through the empty park, it's luscious grace and yet odd solitude proving to be both pleasurable, relaxing, yet creepy as well. In the distance, massive buildings of concrete and glass would formulate and rise, shuttles and ships flying past them and reaching their respective landings. The park itself was.. massive, with a large pedestal in it's center, depicting some long lost hero and all of his deeds, or something of the sort.[/i] "...I come here, every now and then.. the real here. Civis? It helps me.. think, I guess." [i]There the voice was, once more. And the speaker.. biomass bitch.[/i] [i]Oddly enough, she wasn't even hiding herself. Her thin, lithe body was bounded with a dark cotton jacket, zipped up to her bust, of which she had none at all. Soft blue jeans would encase her legs, though somewhat torn (in a genuine way, not like the shitty pairs that are intentionally torn), dirty sneakers placed upon her small feet.[/i] [i]Her facial features matched Weiss' woman, too: a sharp jaw, almost too sharp, with deathly pale, yet smooth skin and the slightest of freckles pocketing her face. She was pretty, if not for the glimmering ruby jewels that were her eyes, giving her a literal radiance of fury. Strands of curly, yet short cyan blue hair would fall from her head, to the upper portion of her neck, yet her head was concealed by a pitch black beanie. If only she had a scarf, she'd look like a hipster.[/i] "So.. Sam, I think your name is? Don't ask how I know, complicated stuff.."