[h2][color=ed145b][u]Cari Cruz[/u][/color][/h2]
A sudden thud was heard as Cari's body hit the floor. As she placed her hands on the hard surface she pushed herself up into a sitting position so she leaned against the side of her bed, and slowly ran her fingers through her hair. Looking forward she could see the empty bottle of spirits resting on the floor on the other side of the room. Not knowing how she got it or why she decided to drink it she let out a subtle groan and leaned over towards the mess pile on the end of her bed in order to grab her clothes.

As she sat there in her underwear she slowly pulled a shirt over her head and then proceeded to try and stand so she could put on her skirt, jumper and stockings. The room swayed slightly as her head gained altitude and in an effort to regain balance she tipped over towards the wall and used her hand as a prop.

[color=ed145b][i]"Definitely a bit much to drink last night..."[/i][/color]

Several moments later Cari stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her, hearing the familiar click of it locking. As she walked along the corridor she threw her uniquely designed jacket over her shoulders, allowing the neon urban print to announce itself to the world that this was 'Cari Cruz'. While she moved towards her destination she reached behind her back and felt around for the pair of pistols that she usually had equipped, making sure that her hangover state hadn't forgotten a key part of her survival. Satisfied, she swung her arms back around crossing them over back and forth as she warmed herself up for the day ahead.

Cari stepped into the Cafeteria just as Captain Renault began his speech and listened to the proposed plan for the day.