[center][h2][color=lightcoral]Sawasawa[/color][/h2][/center]
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Sawa slid down the ladder with a concerning lack of hesitation, the wind from the fall whipping her long black hair like a flag in the wind. She reached the bottom with the soft clack of her sandals and felt her hand still feeling sore. She opened and closed it a few times and looked around. This night just never seemed to get boring. It was a little lacking in decor, but nothing she wouldn't remedy very quickly, besides that it was a pleasantly quaint area in her opinion. Everybody else had already began to settle into their new surroundings and Sawa decided to do the same. She wandered past the 'talk' Lance was receiving, to which she let out a small giggle,and headed straight to the table. Stars lit up in her eyes as she looked out over the small arsenal. On her face was a look of childlike wonder and a small flash of...mania? Without hesitation she rolled a few of the grenades into her purse, grabbed a handful of ammunition, and dropped a handgun inside her purse. Finally she picked up the shotgun and felt herself in love. A true magician needed a wand and she just found hers. She gave the barrel of the weapon a kiss and then hugged it tightly, [color=lightcoral]I'm going to call you 'Waldo'~[/color] 

Cheerfully, Sawa skipped over to Cubicle #1 and went inside. She thought it was a nice enough room as she dumped her purse on the table, the grenades and pistol all rolled onto the table alongside myriad of other things. She picked up her room key, a few shells, Waldo, and proceeded to join the others in the common room. She sat at the table with the map of Tokyo as she happily maintained her new friend. She remembered a few lessons her father had taught her, as he had been one of the few legal gun owners in Japan. It was similar to her father's sport shotgun but much more lethal. The weapon was loud and flashy, just the way she liked it.