Fumi skipped down the staircase three steps at a time like a deer: slim muscle under sleek black skin. Having just fired a gun at a person she was bursting with a true love of excitement for the first time in years. She dabbed two fingers in a drying, sticky gob of blood and shrugged the robe onto the floor as she reached the executive level. It was a fairly low-class office building but she hoped some of the big wigs would have an extra suit in their office in case of the unexpected accidents. Rubbing the bit of blood make-up on her cheeks for a touch of blush she had forgotten in the room she checked the office doors until she came across the corner office of "Ivonete Periera" and let herself in. Once inside Fumi went to the closet, pulled out a spare suit and, since the top was obviously too small for her chest, just put the slacks and the jacket on. It was a bit disappointing of a disguise to say the least but at least the black on black was somewhat fashionable and normal. Grabbing Ivonete's empty laptop case she put her gun inside took a glance outside before heading down to the ground level.
Where were the police? Surely a silent alarm had been triggered?
Whatever the case, with no obvious threat of arrest outside Fumi decided to just leave via the front door like an employee working late and strode to a car up front. Looking around while fumbling in her laptop case for invisible keys she playfully called to a man on her far left in basic Portuguese from general studies tourism class. All the while she maintained a side posture to lower the chance that he saw her suit.
Fumi: I lost my keys! Do you drive?
Fumi hails guy over ()
OoC: that should be enough for two cycles haha.
Aristocrazy's single contribution, The Old Man X Kaze prediction, is dead in the water.