*Gamine stands behind the group, watching the street, both knives drawn.*

Hey guys, try to keep it down. There are probably still guards about.

*Her tatoo seemed to ripple in a dull wave of colours, reflecting her agitation.*

Stupid, voice activated cigar. How was I supposed to know it could no tell between animate and not. One of those dolls may be handy for later, though.


Insanity can be a becoming accessory.


AIM: UnaGamine
uneavocate@hotmail.com
DC: Gamina
RS: Gaminia