Cynthia glared at the boy as he rolled over and finished cleaning her gear. After she was done, the young lady stretched a little and laid down grabbing one of her many throwing knifes and started to gently toss it up in the air. At this point she assumed that Dimitri was asleep, allowing her self to drop the whole superior act that she puts on and let out a small sigh. "Trust me kid, she spoke quietly knowing that Dimitri probably wouldn't be able to hear her, "Knowing the crazy me is bestter then knowing the real me." With one more toss of the knofe, Cynthia let it fly up and embed itself into the ceiling, then slowly rolling over to face the wall, she eventually fell asleep.  

It was about 4 in the morning when Cynthia was jolted awake from some horrific nightmare that she couldn't remember. Her days always seemed to start this way, waking up terrified with out even knowing why. Beats of sweat rolled down her face as she slowly calmed herself down, her breaths were short and shallow, but eventually began to lengthen as her heart beat slowed. After a minute or tow, when she could finally think clearly, Cynthia climbed out of bed, gathering her jacket and equipment and silently leaving the room, making sure she didn't wake Dimitri. The girl made her way up to the roof of the Assassins building, sitting on the edge and letting her feet dangle. She watched as people and vehicles slowly began to swarm the road below, unaware of both the assassin and the templar organizations. It made her dream sometimes that she had never found out about them, you know what they say, ignorance is bliss.