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Date Posted: 06:23:41 03/26/03 Wed
Author: Kailia
Subject: awake
In reply to: Kailia 's message, "entrance" on 12:20:28 03/23/03 Sun

Stretching as she wakes, she gets out of the bed and flips the covers back, smoothing them to a semblance of neatness. Her dark hair is quickly brushed and braided; a meal ordered from the replicator. Checking her drawers, she pulls out a dark gray pair of loose pants, a longsleeved gray shirt, and a black vest. Putting various objects in the vest's pockets, she sighs, looking at her scuffed and scraped boots by the door. A tin of polish comes out next -even though there were many faster and easier ways to polish her boots, a former rogue commander had caught her using the quick way once, and given her a chewing out she still remembered. Something to do with how a rogue may appear undisciplined, but they were very thorough in their work -including boot polishing. Settling her feet into the newly shined calf high boots, she reaches for the bunch of cords on the dresser, strapping a holster to her hip. Her favorite gun goes there, an old fashoined knife slipping into a boot. Other bits and pieces are deposited in various places around her person. Picking up the tiny droid by the door, she straps it onto her wrist, having it run a scan on all the weapons she carried. They were all there, and except for the gun on her hip, they were well hidden, some even designed to evade a casual scan. Securing the door behind herself as she walks out, the woman heads for the Hall.

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