Kelsie Sylvan
Tired Trigger Finger
Kelsie had never been to Sakura before.
She wasn't much of a pink person, really. She could act like one but at her core the bright colour was just... odd, to her. But there she stood on the fallen pink petals, staring at the massive metal doors tightly shut in front of her. Towering at over forty feet tall, she felt... small. Just a little girl looking for her past.
The authorities had heard something groaning inside, but no one had been able to open the doors. If Kelsie remembered correctly, they most definitely wouldn't have been able to contain what was inside. But she could try.
She didn't have to be there. She didn't need to look any more than she already had. But there she was, her breathing stuttered as she fit her black ball cap on her head. She adjusted her belt and bandoleer, each weapon shifting smoothly with it. Rifle, pistols, knives, grenades, her Mk 45 protective vest, an armorweave body glove, a pair of slim gauntlets, and some simple nerf boots. It felt like the old days, when was still employed. Except now she was alone. A small sigh escaped her lips, and she bowed her head in thought and sort of prayer for her friends.
A few seconds later she looked back at the door, moving forward to begin trying to find a way in.
[member="Matsu Ike"]
She wasn't much of a pink person, really. She could act like one but at her core the bright colour was just... odd, to her. But there she stood on the fallen pink petals, staring at the massive metal doors tightly shut in front of her. Towering at over forty feet tall, she felt... small. Just a little girl looking for her past.
The authorities had heard something groaning inside, but no one had been able to open the doors. If Kelsie remembered correctly, they most definitely wouldn't have been able to contain what was inside. But she could try.
She didn't have to be there. She didn't need to look any more than she already had. But there she was, her breathing stuttered as she fit her black ball cap on her head. She adjusted her belt and bandoleer, each weapon shifting smoothly with it. Rifle, pistols, knives, grenades, her Mk 45 protective vest, an armorweave body glove, a pair of slim gauntlets, and some simple nerf boots. It felt like the old days, when was still employed. Except now she was alone. A small sigh escaped her lips, and she bowed her head in thought and sort of prayer for her friends.
A few seconds later she looked back at the door, moving forward to begin trying to find a way in.
[member="Matsu Ike"]