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[center][h1][color=FF17F2]Klara Blake[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Hotel Valhalla: 21st Floor -> Lounge
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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	Klara had been awake for a little while now, more or less just staring up at the ceiling more or less as she laid there wide awake. She was used to early mornings for the most part, no matter whether it was now, or back when she was alive. Despite having been dead for a few hundred years, it still annoyed her to no end on occasion that she actually was dead and hadn't been able to live a full life. Sometimes she wished she could go back home, even though she knew that those who knew her were long dead. Her family was long gone, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mind was wandering a little bit, but after a while she figured she'd had enough dawdling, figuring that she may as well leave the room and get going. She couldn't exactly just sit around all day, besides, running someone through with a sword seemed like a fun idea.

	Getting up out of bed, she got dressed in her standard sort of clothes, which for her back when she first had arrived had been a dress much like the era she had grown up in, and now she couldn't stand the sort of things. Instead she opted for almost like a leather armor set she had managed to get her hands on after a few years at Hotel Valhalla, along with the cloak to match it. Sure, she enjoyed wearing other clothes, actually keeping up somewhat on fashion trends in the land of the living even, but she figured since she might get in a fight later, she might as well wear the armor right away. Grabbing her sword sheath, she hooked it to her side as she left her room and made her way to the elevator, heading to the lounge area and entering the room. She figured she might have a bit of fun in the lounge before she decided to try and cut someone's head off or something.