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realityshifted2009-01-25 02:14 pm
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03][I'm not afraid of getting hurt but I'm not strong any way for that
[The first abnormal factor that can be noticed is that when Romana abruptly arrived on the Astral Plane was that she was not wearing her Presidential Robes. The crest still hung from her neck on the black cord but she had traded them in for a more comfortable attire of a blue blazer and matching pants, a button down stripped shirt and a pair of black heels.
The second is that the Lady President appears to be rather frazzled with a slight hint of singed fabric. There are some tears in her cloths and a sizable scorch hole in her left pant leg. Around her throat another bruise can be see forming, hardly complimenting her pale skin. A few scratches aside, though, she isn’t seriously harmed. But the prize of this display is that in her right hand she appears to be holding some sort of small torch-sized power pack while the other hand was holding an arm with a white sleeve and fingers stiff with the exception of the index that still twitched ever few micro-spans.
All in all the Lady President apparently had quite the day if her disgruntled expression was anything to go by.
Without saying a word she deposited both the arm and power pack onto the table that came with her before dropping into the chair that matched. A hand running through her blond hair Romana heaved a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, head tilted back over the chair’s back.]
Why were they even there? It just doesn’t make any sense… The Drale had nothing that would be of any use to them!
[After a moment of just thinking the Time Lord finally sits up and stares at the two components she brought with her to the plane. After a full minute of staring she sets to work, fiddling with the power pack and the arm.]
The second is that the Lady President appears to be rather frazzled with a slight hint of singed fabric. There are some tears in her cloths and a sizable scorch hole in her left pant leg. Around her throat another bruise can be see forming, hardly complimenting her pale skin. A few scratches aside, though, she isn’t seriously harmed. But the prize of this display is that in her right hand she appears to be holding some sort of small torch-sized power pack while the other hand was holding an arm with a white sleeve and fingers stiff with the exception of the index that still twitched ever few micro-spans.
All in all the Lady President apparently had quite the day if her disgruntled expression was anything to go by.
Without saying a word she deposited both the arm and power pack onto the table that came with her before dropping into the chair that matched. A hand running through her blond hair Romana heaved a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, head tilted back over the chair’s back.]
Why were they even there? It just doesn’t make any sense… The Drale had nothing that would be of any use to them!
[After a moment of just thinking the Time Lord finally sits up and stares at the two components she brought with her to the plane. After a full minute of staring she sets to work, fiddling with the power pack and the arm.]
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