[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Courtyard of CRS[/center]
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Locked doors were never a good sign, though she would call them a interesting one in the option of being generous. Though being so was the furthest thing from Athanasia's mind as she turned on graceful feet to face Roman and his posse. So they were locked out here with these louts? It seem to be the day of interesting things, and to think she had been worried about the horrid teacher! While she wasn't one to admit it, Athanasia was always in envy of her mother's tall figure and hoped to catch the growth spurt that would allow her to match Ryssa Theroux one day. With her matching pale hair and far paler skin than her mother, she would be counter point to Ryssa's tanner complexion from her time in ruins and those startling blue eyes. If only she had those instead of her soulless black eyes that made folk shiver and question about her.

Quirking a brow, Athanasia sniffed in disdain. [color=SlateBlue]"You paid them off... I never you for more than a lout, leaving me in wonder at how you managed to get such money? Unless you have a rich daddy to pay it off for you? You're shield against us four poor paupers?"[/color] Utter ice filled the young girl's voice as she descended the steps to the ground again, her dark eyes flashing. While Athanasia herself came from money, it had never been openly at her disposal. But then again, she had never really [i]wanted[/i] for anything. Channeling the cool scorn her mother held for those who were trespassing upon ancient ruins without respect for them, Athanasia smirked a little. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh la, Roman. You could have merely [i]asked[/i]. I might have obliged. Ah, well...[i] Kiss kiss[/i]."[/color] The ten year old crooned in a tone of sheer venom, the words being sweet and adorable if they hadn't the undertone meaning that Roman might as well go shove the flagpole up his butt.