[b]Akira Aoi[/b]

On one of the multitude of beds that seemed to have been in this room, a young girl groaned at all the racket, shifting beneath the sheets and pulling them over her head, trying to reclaim the pleasant dream that she had been having. From her back, to her side, to her front, just wanting her beauty rest. She had to look her best for the shoot after all.

But at last, all the ruckus was too much for her. "Geez, keep it down," she groaned, practically yelled, that aimed at her useless mother. "I'm trying to sleep here." Honestly, that old hag was just useless. And Akira would be damned if she let her ruin her future. Then again, Iona was more likely to do that anyway.

"[i]Akira, I would suggest you wake up[/i]," Piriluk said to her, the emotionless LRIG's card resting upon the desk next to the bed. Fortunately, only Akira could hear her. [i]"We are not in your house."[/i]

Brown hair peeked out as Akira shifted, tired eyes glaring at her annoying LRIG. "What're you talking about, idiot," she spat. "Obviously this is...." She fell silent then as she was able to get a good look around, and confirm that she was indeed, not in her run down apartment complex of a home, or darkness filled room, but some other place. It was a giant hotel room of some kind. With other people there. 

"What the hell," she said as she sat up, now wide awake. "What kind of messed up game is this? If this is Iona's fault, then when I get out of here, I'm gonna make her regret it. She thinks she can get me out of the picture this way? Forget it." Meanwhile, Piriluk sat by and watched, unable to move, since she was in a trading card, and just letting her Selectors anger burn itself out. 

That it quickly did as Akira got a grasp on the situation. So, there were other people here. A weird assortment of people, but people nonetheless. And she knew how to act for people. Besides, she cared a lot about her appearance, so she had better take care of that first. So she rose, and made her way about after picking up Piriluk, first to the center of a room just to see if she could find any other clothes for herself.

No such luck there, but she did find a tablet with her name on it. "Hm, wonder what this is about," she asked to no one in particular before activating it. Then the message appeared, and she read it, and a chill ran through her bones as she was left with a forced expression, resisting the urge to chuck the tablet at the nearest wall, or suitably hard object. "What..." she growled, disbelief obvious. "You have got to be kidding me." Who the hell would arrange a murder game, of all things? And who would go to all this effort? Admittedly, the same could be said about WIXOSS, but that wasn't her problem. This was.

She needed time to collect her thoughts, and prepare. And there was one way to do that, while accomplishing her goal. So she found and moved along to the bathroom, calling out "Dibs," in a sing song voice, before stepping in and slamming the door shut to take a shower. 

If this was somebodies idea of a sick joke, or some twisted game that they were putting Akira in, then she wouldn't stand for it. Sure, she'd play, and she'd win. This was no different from WIXOSS, and whatever her purpose here, she would not lose. Of that, she was certain.