.:safe.at.last:. {HPV}

Indianna Harrison Elegant Jones Ford, Elegant for short, barrel rolled into the room, in her opinion it was one of the only ways to get around. As she came across the door frame, she seemed to reach back and grab an imaginary hat and place it on her head. Mostly her alliance seemed to just accept this about her, which was pretty sweet. She had actually managed to fall asleep under a pile of things during the bloodbath after being knocked out by a renegade leaf blower, but it hadn't put her off. After receiving the whip from Damen, she replied with a soft, "Tanks, boo," and slipped it around her waist into a loose belt.

Noticing her surroundings, Elegant picked herself up from the floor and stretch herself out, "Well I'm alright, as you can see. What's the plan then?" I move to look at something, and fall into a trip, my feet having a lovely conversation again. It's difficult to keep them apart sometimes.

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Rolling over in pain, it looks like I tripped into a brass candlestick, which is just my luck. A dark bruise already forms on my shin, so I mutter a resounding, "fuck."