[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d65982248d22a4a2f08d12283f865536/tumblr_inline_mm97tybye31qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]As the sight of her charming rooms grew ever closer, Nora found herself with an almost slight skip in her step. She bid adieu to the man of questionable morals and withdrew to the safety of the complex. Once inside, she attempted to withdraw quickly to her own suite of rooms, only to be met with the curious eye of the night clerk. She found it to hardly be his business what she did with her time, but she was the daughter of a peer, as much as she attempted to shun the peerage and exist as an individual, rather than some mere title. 

The clerk opened his mouth to speak, but Nora silenced him with a simple glare. After the [i]high class[/i] escort of Mr. Drake, she simply did not care for any further company that evening. She ascended the stairs, and once she arrived at her rooms, she heard her beloved Scottish terrier barking in excitement. As much as she adored Spot, Nora could not help but frown. He usually did not startle quite so easily. 

[color=00ccff]"Spot, it's only me,"[/color] Nora whispered, entering her apartment. Her hand tingled slightly, and the bell continued to peal throughout the night air. As she shut the door behind her, Nora then noticed a calling card left on the table, her name written in cursive script. She recognized her father's handwriting. As soon as she took the note, Spot calmed down as well. 

The note was as short as it was filled with disappointment. It would seem that her father had come by unannounced, as was irritatingly normal for him, and noticed that his youngest daughter was not at home at such a late hour. Accusations of besmirching the family name, as well as the threat of confinement for female hysteria, were hardly even left to subtext. Vexed with her father, she quickly ripped up the note, letting the pieces fall to the table. Spot then proceeded to lick at them, winning a small laugh from Nora. 

Her father could wait for his explanation. For now, Nora wished simply to bandage her wound if possible, and fetch a pair of gloves from her wardrobe. She had an inclination they would become needed now for any respectable company, as much as she found the social niceties to be exhausting, they did provide a certain comfort for the outcasted woman.