[ Location : The Remains of Robloxian's Headquarters ]
[ RP STARTER, Signed - @blogless-and-anonymous ]
* This placed used to be quite loud, all things considered. Keyboards clicking alongside mouses, talking between enginners, doctors, lawyers. All the up-most of class would be here this hour of the evening.
* But now, all is left is broken computers and shattered glass. Enough for some people to call it home, like this girl. And when I mean some, I mean some.
* Glass can be heard cracking, some potted plants falling over, heavy footsteps, boots that feel like they make the ground shake.
* Someone else is passing by, now would anyone dare to investigate?
March's attention shifted, from the computer she was just on, to where she thought the noise came from. The civilian closed out of the computer, or really just closing out of the tabs and putting it to sleep. After hiding the light of the computer still mostly being on, she started to move. Her steps were close to quiet, but it was definitely the footsteps of someone who relied on the noise of a team to hide them, albeit by accident.
Her mouth stayed shut, trying her best to be silent as she retreated further into the building, or closer to the rundown basement. March knew better than to make noise when alone, even more when she didn't know what was with her in the building. And if it was a threat, she really didn't want to try to face it head-on. The heavy footsteps didn't drive her to believe it was someone she could fully believe was someone who she could trust yet. Despite most of the threats around here's footsteps being fairly light.
