[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/rk99Xir.png[/img] [h2][i][color=fc5873]A[/color]nimus[/i][/h2] [/center] [hr] Sana found herself in the motel room she had been paying for again, laying on her side on the thin mattress, staring dully at her phone propped up on a pillow as it autoplayed through videos. She wanted to avoid going home. Though she hadn't been caught for long, she had no clue how far along the process had gotten. Most importantly, she didn't know whether her mother or her brother had found out what she had been up to. She had been texting her mother a bit, and all seemed fine thus far, but still. Sana had thought it best to not make her way back home for now. The girl had also avoided interacting with any of her... 'coworkers' during the past week. The fact that she had mostly been able to take care of herself when the League had shown up was the slightest of comfort, but she had still needed them to give her the opportunity to begin with. Maybe that was to be expected. She was completely new to this whole supervillain business. She was young, and stupid for it. Regardless of any excuses, just the thought of her failures and weakness made her stomach sink into itself. Her father would have punished her heavily. It just angered her further that her body didn't seem to realize he couldn't harm her anymore. Physically, at least. The girl believed his influence would never leave her. She brought her legs closer to her chest. She had even almost cried in front of one of the villains--Marionetta, as she had learned. Shortly after their escape, the woman had offered to remove the cuffs that had been binding Sana's hands. As much as Sana had wanted to leave immediately, she quietly accepted the offer. It took several minutes of effort on Marionetta's end, only making Sana feel guiltier at her weakness. Much of the same thoughts that were running through her mind now were doing so then, so the girl hadn't been great conversation during the lock-picking. When it was done, she left the woman with a quiet and terse 'thank you.' Sana sighed, shifting her gaze to the hands that had been freed by Marionetta. The villains had been called to meet up again, so there was no avoiding her or the rest any longer, unless Sana just bailed completely on the whole thing. That wasn't really an option in her mind. Not even she herself was totally sure why, but she wouldn't quit yet. It just felt impossible to bring herself to do. So she found herself pushing herself up, climbing off the bed to make her way to the shower. Though she had a few hours before she had to get the meeting place, she'd end up shooting herself if she laid in bed with her thoughts any longer. Briefly, she considered her options to kill that time, though she settled quickly on heading to a small rustic bookstore she had found a few days ago. It was seemingly run by just one old man, as far as she could tell, and he was nice enough to leave her alone for hours on end as she'd sit in one of the comfy chairs off in a corner. It was quiet, but with more to do than her motel room. And though she had spoken maybe a dozen words in total to the old man, it was less lonely--the right amount of loneliness that she needed to keep herself from losing her mind. [hr] Sana made her way to the warehouse from the bookstore wearing her orange coveralls with the top undone and off her shoulders, the arm sleeves tied together around her waist to keep the article of clothing up. A plain white tank top fit her figure closely, and on her nose was a pair of black wayfarer style sunglasses. While she wasn't particularly a fan of how she looked in any sunglasses, she figured making a passing attempt at hiding her identity might be a good idea while in public. The outfit was simple and comfy--and eye-catching enough for her taste, but not overly so. Again, being a villain and all meant attention wasn't really a great thing. She looked good in it. Considering what her life was becoming, that was probably a really dumb and insignificant thing to put energy into, but she still felt the need to. After a bit of wandering, the girl spotted the sliding doors that were slightly agape. She slipped through, taking off her sunglasses and folding them up before hanging them on the collar of her tank top. As her eyes quickly adjusted to the dimmer lighting, she spotted the group that was already gathered. One man was speaking, and as she approached she started to make out what he was saying. [color=7ea7d8]"... why I can't stand you conventional villains."[/color] Hm. It seemed like he was pushing his thoughts on Marionetta. Sana felt she had a bit of a debt to pay. May as well start on that now. [color=fc5873]"So being a 'conventional villain' means having style, mm?"[/color] she said after the man finished his small spiel, shrugging her bare shoulders. [color=fc5873]"Doesn't seem like such a bad thing to me."[/color] The girl sat easily on one of the empty chairs, stretching out her arms over her head with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes scanned the group more closely as she finished the stretch, noting the only person present she had seen before was Marionetta. [sub] [@Nyahahameha] [@TruthHurts22] [@SimpleWriter] [/sub]