[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/6b54e862a0087f96f7f630af0191dcd6/tumblr_inline_mm9a2vaWm41rd1pdh.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]Her remarks appeared to have silenced the clerk. She stood at the window still, lost in her own thoughts, with the sirens and alarms serving as a most charming backdrop. The events of that day had been so strange as to make Nora ponder whether or not she had dreamt them. Glancing down at her hand, however, her finger was still marred with the strange brand. It had been all too real, decidedly so. She took in another soft drag of her cigarette, only coming out of her train of thought when the door to the Maratos building opened. In stepped a pair of guards, who presently set themselves about questioning the night clerk. 

[color=00ccff]"Miss Eleanor Kingston,"[/color] Nora replied quietly, once the guards had come to interrogate her. They had asked for her name, forgoing any question of station, which irked Nora ever so slightly. Even women of wealth might have an occupation, a fact that she desired to be understood. Yet there was not much she felt inclined to do about it. Better to withdraw to herself and act as she saw fit--the opinions of the world did not matter. 

[color=00ccff]"There is no convict to be found here,"[/color] Nora replied. [color=00ccff]"I did not glimpse any such person within my rooms or within the building itself."[/color]