[center][h1][color=00FF7F]Sophia[/color][/h1]
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[hider][center][color=FFFACD]"If you can't lay them, slay them."[/color]

[hider=Current Attire]
[u]Current Attire[/u]
[img]http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w36/Sarah_Marie_Barr/freya3_zpsr5oxwz2s.jpg[/img][/hider]

[u]Necklace[/u]
[url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/59/1d/0b/591d0b3063eefaed3c331083f836e2ec.jpg]Here[/url]

[u]Location[/u]
Seattle - Fifth Floor of an Apartment Building[/center]

[u]OCC:[/u]
Entrance of her cats will be later. Also I hope it's ok that I just picked up your character without noticing the bad men he fought and took him back to my room...for sexy time. giggity....jk :) Also, you have yet to edit your CS to give him an appearance so I have nothing to reference too[/hider]

[color=00FF7F]Eyes fluttered open as a yawn escaped her lips. A haze clouded her mind as she attempted to focus but everything was blurry as if she had been drugged. Breathing deeply, she sat up slowly from where she lay, rubbing her eyes, trying to concentrate with the dim early morning light. Firstly, she noticed she was completely naked and laying in a bed of delicate red Egyptian cotton sheets. Oh they were soft against her ivory skin. The daze lessened slightly as she admired her own body. Staring down at her supple curves, they enticed an erotic feeling deep within her belly, which increased more as she observed the muscular backside of a man, fast asleep in the bed next to her. [i]Well this is unexpected.[/i] She ignored the urge to touch his smooth behind and wake him for attention, so she quietly slipped from the sheets and tip toed across the floor. 

The haze was still strongly prominent as she attempted to contemplate on what exactly was going on. Or who she was. Even where she was for that matter. Everything was a complete blur. What the fuck did she take the night before to cause such a dismal obliteration of her entire life? Shaking her head, she walked to a mirror. Long strawberry blonde hair layered over her delicate shoulders and stopped just above her bodacious breasts. She cupped them lovingly before staring back at her reflection with bright, curious blue-green eyes. Who was this gorgeous creature? She left the mirror and slipped on a long billowy maxi dress which accentuated her frame before approaching a chest of drawers where the glint of jewelry caught her eye. The dim light cast the fiery necklace in a soft, alluring glow. The craftsmanship of the rubies and gold inter-lockets was breathtakingly beautiful, astounding so much that Sophia put it on. [i]Sophia.[/i] That was her name. Yes. Sophia excitedly  danced to the tall mirror, greatly enjoying her reflection. She smiled, ear to ear as the dreamy haze lessened just a bit more with the appearance of the elegantly crafted ruby necklace. [b]"Freya..."[/b] Softly, the name escaped her. Surprisingly, this name seemed more fitting than Sophia, yet the later was more relevant. 

[@Raijinslayer]A white light, almost like lightning flashed outside the window, and she ran to find it's source. The light dwindled into nothing but a man, five stories below her and a block away just beyond what looked like a city square. Caring about nothing else, she exited the apartment and bounded down the flights of stairs and out into the street. Ice blue gaze regarded the fallen ruins of the majority of the buildings and city monuments. Another mystery she would have to figure out, but first her priority was the man. She reached him with impressive speed, she knelt beside him, checking for signs of life. He was breathing and his heart was pounding strong in his robust chest, therefore making him unconscious. She had to help it. There was no question about it.

A chill sent goosebumps traveling up along her arms and legs, and Sophia realized that it was dismally cold outside. She desired her warm apartment, and knew the man needed a warm environment to recover. She was feeling gracious this morning. She began to drag the man in the green sweater along with his bag back to the safety of her home. Or where she happened to wake up this morning. Everything was still fuzzy. She vowed to never take the same combination of drugs and alcohol again. Of course this would require the knowledge of what exactly she took the night before. Just another mystery. So many mysteries to figure out.

To her surprise, and waste of every ounce of energy she claimed, she was able to drag the man up the stairs and into her apartment. Leaving him near the door, she paused to catch her breath. A bottle of Cristal lay half empty on a table in the living room and she drank the rest out of extreme thirst, almost gagging on the staleness of the champagne. Oh well. It worked to quench her thirst. She moved to the fireplace and stoked the almost dead fire until it came to ferocious light. Moving the man in front of the fire, she dropped his bag next to him and placed a fluffy pillow under his head. He was handsome, and she was curious as to how he managed to stay unconscious throughout her pushing and shoving and pulling him roughly up the stairs. Perhaps, he had just as much as a rough night as she did. 

Smiling, she leaned forward and softly kissed his forehead, wishing him a full recovery. She had no idea what had overcome her and why she believed she needed to help this stranger, but it was a desire she had to fulfill. She wanted to see him well and in full lively form. Maybe, he had answers for some of her mysteries. After making him as comfortable as she could, she returned to her bedroom hoping to find the man she woke up next to and demand some answers....but he was gone and her haze was still very prominent. [b]"Well, isn't that just fucking lovely."[/b] She flopped on the bed with the red Egyptian cotton sheets and immediately fell asleep from exhaustion. 

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