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Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Hitomi Fukushima

Name:
Hitomi Fukushima

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Arcana:
Lovers

Equipment:
There are times in which Hitomi carries around her guitar case which would seem massive when compared to the small girl, but it doesn’t weigh all that much. Though it would be difficult to use a guitar case or guitar itself as a weapon under any circumstances. Hitomi also typically has a purse full of goodies, but nothing in there would ever prove crucial to saving her life in combat.

Skills:
Hitomi is a wonderful guitar player and has a nice voice to match. She has very limited combat experience, but did take a few self-defense classes at her father’s behest. She is also known as very charismatic by her peers, often times being quite a friendly face for many in the halls of Uchima Senior High. She is definitely seen by many as a social butterfly and as such does not have a hard time getting along with a variety of people.

Appearance:

Hitomi Fukushima

Hitomi stands around 1.55 metres tall and has hair that reaches her mid back. Commonly she has it in one large braid that she places over her left shoulder, but when it is down she keeps it off of her shoulders. When out of her school uniform, Hitomi can easily be found wearing clothes that are rather fashionable, whether that translate to large and comfy sweaters or coats with fur trim. One thing that is notable about the small girl is that she typically wears multiple layers of clothing, in case of weather changes or necessary fashion calls. She tends to look a little over-prepared.

Personality:
Hitomi is a strange young woman. Her efficacy leaves much to be desired in most situations, in school for example. However she is an incredibly friendly person choosing to see the best in any given situation or person, even when there isn't much to see. The only times at which this doesn't hold true are when someone she cares for has been deeply affronted by someone, the offender will not find Hitomi's usual merciful and bubbly self. Hitomi is interestingly not really afraid of anything. She doesn't possess any deep-seated fears of anything in this world and is commonly the girl who has to retrieve a spider when someone sees it and release it back into the outdoors. She would also be the one to look death in the face and ask him to lunch. It's just who she is.

Her at-home life does leave a lot to be desired, but is also not the worst. Her relationship with her mother can be somewhat forced, and that does affect her, but you'd never know talking to her. Rather she is most defintiely the type of person to grin and bear it.

Biography:
Hitomi has had a rather boring life all things considered. From her early childhood she was placed in music lessons, taught to find that perfect pitch with her voice and the strings of a guitar. She spent many hours in her room as a child, reading, writing music, doing homework, avoiding interaction with other people mostly, whatever she called it, there was a very specific purpose to all the time she spent in her room. When she was a small child she had a hard time relating to each any every other person on the playground. She was detached, missing part of the formulae that allowed for normal human interaction.

She hated that.

Truly, Hitomi detested not being able to be 'one of them'. She couldn't understand how they just spoke for hours and didn't run out of things to say, how they could laugh at jokes and keep track of each specific thing someone had said before. She was missing a piece of that puzzle. So she did what she did best. She studied them. It was unequivocally her single focus for the majority of her early life into teenage years. And she learned so much, by the time she had turned fourteen years old they were eating out of her palm. That being said, once she had turned fourteen years old and had a good grasp on how to make people her friends, her grades had been faltering. It took some time and effort, private lessons with instructors and the like to get her grades back where they should be, and then some.

And she was invited to Uchima Senior High. She had been having these dreams lately, hearing someone speak with her voice but with words that were not her own. They were strange, and she considered whether or not they could be a warning sign for her. But she pushed that thought aside. And leapt forward into school at Uchima.

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Persona

Name:
Juliet Capulet

Appearance:


Traits:
-Reflects: Light
-Absorbs: Poison
-Void:
-Resist:
-Weak: Pierce

Abilities/Skills:
Debilitate
Dekunda
Dia
Life Drain

I blinked and a CS happened I don't know what to tell you.

Project Olympia 2.0

Soleil Petit

_Apotheosis

One week ago Soleil was deemed blind enough that a seeing-eye dog was a fair approximation for her next Christmas gift. Down the line, she'd maybe be blessed with some form of companion meant to ease the pain. But there was a very clear difference between numbing a pain and fixing the source. A dog, some mutt that could chase a ball and lead Soleil into traffic, it was unnecessary and wouldn't fix anything either way. But this. Soleil had taken a pill, some supplement it was referred to as. Some supplement indeed. As Soleil struck the keys of her piano, a faint light struck out from inside her. When she blinked, it too momentarily faded. The colour was dull as it leapt from the keys to the walls around her. It skipped along her fingertips and flattened out against a window.

She picked up pace. More colours bound from the piano and into the room illuminating her surroundings. A trip to the library confirmed her hopes, Chromesthesia an impossible condition to develop and a miracle for a girl gone blind. Better yet, she preferred the hyper colour that painted her pictures now over her old plain eyes from her childhood. The images she could see, the shapes she made out, it was as if someone had dumped a bucket of multicolour paint all over them. They dripped in colour and while their shapes were clear details were lost upon her. But she knew braille and she had coped with her blindness for ten years, now she would be able to experience some things once more. While she would not be able to see the sun in the sky, she could make out a person beside her, what they were wearing.

Sweat dripped from Soleil's brow as her fingers quickened once more, and while their melodies grew ever more dependent on her being able to see where she would strike the instrument next, she was able to see exactly where that was. She struck each key with a confidence that was unlike her. As she became more tired, grew sorer she nearly leapt up off the piano bench and placed her headphones on her ears. The song continued - as she was playing along. Her hands met her pockets and her eyes met their second favourite new sight. She could see sound waves, like the tethers from something creating a sound, to it's destination. She gleefully plucked at one and could feel it's vibrations in her core. It had come from a women maybe thirty feet down the hall, her voice carried.

Soleil found her way to the lab, it seemed the only rational place to go after all of everything that had happened. It belonged to one professor Rohrschach. Or, maybe it was Rohrsnack? Rawrback? Either way, she could see things. That was definitely a plus. She noticed a particular string, a sound wave pass her by as she approached the area of the lab. The string coated the area like a sunrise, it's orangey hue washing over her perception and in the cloudiness of her lack of vision she could see it. It was Eastwood's voice. It bounced off of a bottle, which then created it's own string as it collided with someone's hand and then - all of the sudden, the string was gone. She had come to know this sensation as the Archeri effect - a string disappeared when she utilized her abilities and stored them wherever her dimensional locker existed. The strings, or sound waves were how Soleil saw when she wore her headphones and they presented an image akin to a sketched picture on a new piece of paper. Thin lines that shaded in an image. However the image lacked detail. It was mostly shapes, sizes and every once in a while textuers that she could make out.

"Eastwood." Soleil began as she approached the hulking mass of cattle-herder. "How are you?" She asked stopping her landing by leaning against one of Eastwood's strong biceps. He was most likely used to it by now, an onlooker might think they had some sort of romantic engagement, but she simply liked to be around people. Hell, half the time her and Archeri were hanging out at the dorm Soleil was sprawled out on her bicep or shoulder. Sometimes she even napped around or on top of others. She was just kind of 'like that'. Piggy-backs were also commonplace in the Eastwood - Soleil friendship. But it was actually usually the giant can of Texan who suggested it. Either way, Eastwood would certainly not be surprised. She nudged her head against Eastwood's forearm and her headphones drooped off of her ears and down her neck. With them, the strings disappeared and she could no longer see the sketch of life. Instead she was returned to her hyper colour paintings.

It wasn't so bad.

"Any idea what the doctor has planned for today?"

The Runaways

Hey, how we all doing? Haven't heard from a few of you in a couple days. Hopefully everyone is making decent progress towards their next posts?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca listened to Gratia. While some may have been surprised by the girl's tone, her choice of words. Bianca knew it had been there. She was not concerned nor was she stunned. She was simply, warm. She felt the heat begin to flush into her numb legs, fingers, and lungs. Gratia's tender fingers were stroking Bianca's hair. She hadn't even known realized that the car was still running.

Bianca began to sniffle, as her tears well up. She pulled away from Gratia and wiped her face gingerly. Bianca looked at Gratia with eyes so big they looked to be able to capture the entire world in their gaze.

"Thank you." And they did. Bianca's world began and ended with Gratia at this moment in time. She ripped her from perdition and gave Bianca a second chance. It was something she'd never pay back in full. But she would never stop paying it back.

"I'll wait here for extraction, you do your best." Bianca said with a smile like one a kid may bear when getting a present they know they don't deserve. She looked Gratia up and down one last time before embracing her friend once more. "I'm sorry you've been forced to do this. To come here and clean up this mess." Bianca said motioning towards herself."But this will not happen again. I-" Through Bianca's peripherals the corpse of one Vitoria Dodici greeted her. Bianca tightened her grip on Gratia and dared not move. She said through pursed lips as she held back her tears, she would not bother her friend any longer. She would leave them to their wanton destruction of the Dodici Cosca.

So there she sat. Embracing her friend whom had set her on the path of redemption. She dared not let go.

Project Olympia 2.0

I think the roommate situation is fine being decided by the players. After all some people come into the RP knowing some people and wanting to be able to interact with them in some kind of guaranteed way I think.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca's Dirge

Bianca was pulled into a soft embrace and for a brief moment in time, nothing changed. She sat there, awkwardly facing Gratia in the front of the SUV, weeping into the girl's shoulder. A ginger hand came up to meet her hair, decidedly and slowly made it's way through her hair. She did not deserve this. She could not be sav-

"You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren't you, Bianca?"

When Bianca was a little girl on the run in the poorer side of Mistral, she had met a younger Gratia. She remembered that she always regretted telling Gratia her first and last name, she'd never hear the girl call her by her first name because of it. It was a silly little thought.

The snowy owl dropped the gun as it clattered against the floor in the passenger side of the vehicle and embraced Gratia. Pulling herself farther into her guardian's shoulder. Her arms quickly found themselves around Gratia has she helplessly grasped at anything. She felt like she was finally not falling any longer. When she was being held still. Bianca's voice poked out through the silence that had quickly followed.

"Tell me what you need me to do and it's done." Bianca told her teammate. She was ready to be used or sent away. That was Gratia's call. "I'm alright now, I'm fine." Bianca's voice was raw, but steady. The girl felt more numb than fine, but numb could accomplish a mission, finish what they had started, perform a task.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lucius Cypher

I refuse to argue with the guy who supplies food.

Project Olympia 2.0

Soleil Petit

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| Name |

Soleil Petit

| Age |

19

| Gender |

Female

| In-Depth Appearance |

Soleil has green eyes that were once very much vibrant. They are more or less hazy now, with a look of being glossed over. She has long black hair that reaches her middle back and also extends over her left shoulder. Typically speaking, Soleil has very focused features, she is constantly listening to sounds in her area, smelling scents and touching different things around her. She stands at a meager five foot three and has a similar frame, save for her rather muscular thighs and calves. She has a noticeably pointed relaxed look on her face when she is at all aware of her surroundings or when she has her headphones on. She has a look of nirvana when cooking or playing music.

Her voice is a soft and quiet one, rarely breaking through the mess of everyday life. Soleil's gait in an unconfident one, given that she doesn't know if she's about to walk into someone or something. This is somewhat rectified by her guiding pole, but even with it she is nervous about hitting others with it. She is non-confrontational expect when she is extremely comfortable with a given person or situation, in which case she is rather snarky and even a little mean, but only in the kindest ways.

| Personality |

Soleil is a rather quiet girl, rarely mincing words on conversation. She has been known to grow quite fond of others it’s just that she shows her fondness in less talkative ways. Where one person may compliment someone, Soleil would rather just hug them. Where someone else may ask someone to hang out, Soleil doesn’t ask she just follows that person around. Because of Soleil’s inability to see at all she can often be found leaning on someone, holding someone’s hand or with her guide cane. Soleil is often surprisingly well dressed given her lack of sight, this is more or less muscle memory and trial and error as she was not blind her entire life, thusly she does have some notion of where things belong both on her body and otherwise.

Soleil is a gifted pianist, violinist and cello player as she has trained all of her life. While her ability in music has suffered since losing her vision, she is still able to play pieces that she learns, learning is just slowed by her inability to read sheet music as she plays. She must start and stop in order to read sheet music when she is learning a piece which she finds incredibly frustrating. Soleil has become an incredibly fast reader in the time that she has learned braille able to read complete novels in fairly any time at all.

Often times Soleil can be found wearing a school uniform, which consists of a dress shirt, tie, skirt, and larger jumper that she wears overtop. However, commonly she is found in a large over-the-shoulder sweater and a pair of jeans. This is what she wears in most casual events. Soleil is nearly never found without her large, over-the-ear headphones as well. While many think this is a poor idea as she is already down one sense, she prefers being in a state of not relying on anything and through her headphones she can surround herself in sound in a way that she believes is impossible for someone with eyesight. It is one of the things she is truly passionate about.

Soleil is also very passionate about cooking. While this too has gotten difficult now that she is blind, her sense of taste is very much still working as intended. As such Soleil has been working on becoming the best chef she can be, her area of expertise is mostly with cooking meats and pastas. She is also a fine connoisseur of wines and beers – though she isn’t technically allowed to drink in the United States. She has her ways, no one can truly say no to the blind girl.

Soleil also has some level of snarkiness to her. Whenever someone asks her questions that could be regarded as rather stupid – especially something like: ‘how do I look’, she gets rather mouthy. This is in stark contrast with her usual quiet demeanor and has been known to be taken seriously – even though she is typically joking. She also attempts to use her blindness to her advantage in social situations, whenever she is attempting to make a joke she uses her own disadvantages to make light of a certain situation. This has been somewhat known as her own brand of humour, though some do find it kind of uncomfortable, they typically open up to it after a while.

| History |

The phrase: ‘don’t jinx it’ has always been a strange one. As if talking about one’s good fortune too much could somehow ruin it, whatever cosmic force had gifted them could bring them right back down. Soleil was always talked about in her parents’ circles. The wonderful musician, Soleil. Little Soleil with the beautiful eyes. That did not last however, when Soleil turned eight years old she was given cataracts for her birthday, a book on braille was belated but also came that year.

She eventually began to live her life again, relearning to play the instruments she had already been using sight to perform with. She also began to learn braille at an incredible rate, however she was no longer talked about in her parents circle save for quick apologetic asides when negative emotions ran high. For while Soleil mostly looked the same save for a cloudier iris, she was not ‘little Soleil with the beautiful eyes anymore.’ She had become ‘that poor little girl.’ Because of this, Soleil became quieter, more apologetic and more focused on her own advancement as a musician, eventually as a chef, a student and those three things singularly. She didn’t have much time for friends or even family and spent almost every night in her own company.

Soleil made her way through High School as many blind kids do. Under the feeling that she was consistently being ridiculed. However, what she couldn’t see couldn’t hurt her and she even ‘accidentally’ bumped into and knocked over a few choice individuals from time to time. However as High school came to an inevitable close she decided it’d be in her best interest to pursue either music or cooking through a college diploma. After many nights worth of debate with herself and her parents she eventually settled on music – seeing as she need not rely on others with her music, simply she could perform at her own pace and eventually perhaps teach the art form to others.

As it were, the financial situation in the Petit family was actually quite complicated. Her parents earned a modest income however Soleil wasn’t able to comfortably take a job and as such rarely had the money to cover rent and other such things. As such she began to sign up for some on-campus experiments. Nothing crazy, but stuff like a sleep study for some financial compensation, or perhaps a ‘take this pill get rent’ kind of study. That’s where we find Soleil. With a pill sliding down her throat and her world about to change.

| Chosen Pill Color: |

She’s blind, she kind of just grabbed one if we’re being honest.

| Power – Sonic Manipulation: |

The pill Soleil took gave her the ability to manipulate sound. This has many different applications and effects on Soleil. The first effect that took place is an extreme case of Chromesthesia. Chromesthesia is a type of synesthesia in which heard sounds automatically and involuntarily evoke an experience of colour. For Soleil, every single note and sound has a different colour. However how these colours present themselves to her are completely different than typical Chromesthesia. As Soleil lacks the ability to see because of her cataracts she sees through this Chromesthesia. Essentially painting the world in a hyper colour. While she can make out shapes of things that make sound, she cannot see any detail – like a marking on a page or a road sign. This is also limited by the fact that the thing she is seeing actively must have sound bouncing off of it for her to see it. She is also limited in the way that her picture is often times incomplete and is only able to perceive the general area in which the sound originates and subsequently bounces off of. Because of this she also has an incredibly easy time attaining perfect pitch, as she not only hears the sound but sees the colour that sound produces. Making her instrumentation much simpler. This is simply the passive effect of being able to manipulate sound.

When Soleil places her headphones on her ears she is able to perceive frequencies, and soundwaves, they appear to her like threads traveling from a point of origin from any sound to any possible bouncing point. By snapping her finger, Soleil creates a soundwave that travels in a circular motion outwards from herself, essentially creating a way in which for her to see her surroundings. When Soleil sees a soundwave or creates one, she may, for lack of a better term, ride it. In order to do this Soleil essentially carries herself with the sound she is manipulating – thusly traveling at the speed of sound. This has many adverse drawbacks, however. Most notably Soleil is only able to see as far as the soundwaves reach, as mentioned before. As such when she travels on a soundwave she doesn’t know where she is headed yet without someone helping her out, her target creating sound for her to see, or some ulterior fashion of sensing her target. This can lead to catastrophic circumstances as Soleil is very much flying blind while she is riding a soundwave. While Soleil is manipulating the sound around her body and using sound as a medium in order to transport her body she is immune to air friction and whiplash when coming out of these speeds, as she essentially moves by vibrating her molecules. This allows her to avoid any unfortunate and deadly effects to her supersonic movement. It also allows her to use this riding of soundwaves in a limited but notably offensive manner, in which she can release high speed kicks and punches. However, she has to limit herself as riding soundwaves is extremely strenuous as vibrating one’s whole body is akin to a half an hour full body workout for every second that would take place.

Finally, Soleil is also able to increase the amplitude of a sound wave or decrease it. Effectively, Soleil has a TV Remote to the world with only volume buttons. This is however, fairly difficult for her to do on anything that is quiet as quiet noises are hard for her to see. The louder and closer something is, the easier it is for her to manipulate. It is important to note that Soleil has not yet mastered any aspect of her sonic manipulation, having just received it and is still finding new and exciting ways to transition her manipulation of sound into stronger platforms.

| Other: |

Her favourite genre of music is classical.
When she snaps it creates a calming yellow that helps to paint her surroundings, this is when she can see the best.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

“Your Mistralian sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time in the lower end, some poor lower class whor-“ Vitoria began, she was stopped severely and instantly by a palm striking the side of her face, in an instant.

“Why don’t you tell me how mine sounds?” Bianca said moving ever closer to Vitoria’s trash compactor of a face. “Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois.” Vitoria looked confused for a small moment. “You’re a piece of shit Vitoria.” Bianca said pulling herself up to the front seat with Graita. She dug her fingers into her knees as they shook violently.

“People like you, people like me.” Bianca began turning her head back to Vitoria with a look devoid of most things. “We’ll never get close to grasping the caliber of character that Gratia possesses. You understand.” Bianca didn’t inflect because there was no question in the phrase, rhetorical or otherwise. She was informing Vitoria of a fact. A fact that had been proven to Bianca painstakingly over the past couple minutes over and over. She would not let it go to waste. Nor would she hear any words that contradicted what she had proven to her today.

Vitoria was silent for a few moments, glancing at the locks which were dutifully barring her from attempting to jump from the vehicle. She looked at the Faunus’ wings dangled in front of her like a morsel in front of a starving women. They were bloody, the red and brown of dried blood staining the typically pristine white feathers that adorned Bianca’s pride and joy. Vitoria slowly, seemingly painstakingly sat herself up off the back seat of the vehicle. Keeping an eye on Bianca’s hand which held the handgun. She spared a few seconds to glance at the man in the back of the vehicle, who she kicked in an attempt to rouse. But with Gratia’s semblance as excited as it was the feast had taken its toll on him.

Vitoria saw no way out that ended without her in the ground or in a cell.

They say that it is unwise to keep an animal cornered with death on its mind for a long time. As the atmosphere grew heavy with Bibere Vinum and Vitoria’s wounds began to affect her ability to process rational thoughts adequately she watched her available options shrink as time continued its slow and eventual march forward. Her eyes darted around the van lacking in options but the stupid ones. So she took one.

Vitoria’s nails outstretched like the talons of a bird of prey she reached silently out for Gratia’s throat from behind her in the vehicle, she didn’t have much ground to cover, but Bianca had been looking at her, a detail Vitoria may have missed in the heat of the moment, in the unbearable silence that had followed the Faunus’ last words.

As Bianca watched Vitoria begin to reach forward she considered her semblance for approximately a quarter of a second, but with the amount of aura she had it wouldn’t have done anything. In less than one more second her ears rang uncontrollably, her hands shaking violently as Vitoria fell away from Gratia Mindaro and Bianca’s eyesight caved in from her peripheral vision focusing instead on what was directly in front of her.

She saw a star so bright it threatened to blind her. Gratia. Her best friend. Her finger had yet to release the trigger of the weapon, her legs shaking uncontrollably while streams of water fell from her eyes like a river that had just been unblocked.

The Nuit attempted to stammer something out. An apology perhaps. Maybe an excuse. A choice expletive would work as well. Some lucid part of her mind thought that it was good that Bianca would shoulder this weight over Gratia, it was for the best. She was already fucked up enough as it was. What was one more straw on the camel's back? She attempted to communicate that thought to Gratia, but she couldn’t move her tongue, it was made of lead and regret now. As her shaking continued, her hair was shimmied in front of her eyes, it was curtain call, and the show was over. Vitoria had accomplished the Dodici’s goal of creating a monster out of the canvas that had been delivered to them.

The Runaways

Morning/Early Afternoon - January 2nd

Lia

Location: Kitchen of Motel - Outside Motel
Interacting With: @Roosan Andy, @Silent Observer Tish
Mentions of: Everyone else

Lia reached outwards with her arms, yawning deeply before sinking just a little deeper into the couch. It was time for work. She pushed herself up and off the couch walking over to Andy and messing up his hair a little. "I know not everyone is gonna stay here all day every day, but make sure they stay safe okay?”. Lia, for a brief moment, let a little bit of fear and doubt claw a gash through her consciousness.

It wouldn’t last, she would not allow it.

She ran back into the bedroom and grabbed her duffel, pulling out a white beanie and a large denim jacket she hastily threw over and behind her head, quickly putting them on. She left the bedroom when she was still halfway through putting the sweater on, attempting to look as prepared as she would for a job she hated. In all seriousness, she was rather lucky to find a job in the first place that she could remain anonymous at. She also had a lot to do today, and she was lucky that if she worked fast she could leave early. All things considered Lia was an incredibly lucky girl for the time being, but she still hated going to work. She made her rounds stopping by each and every person saying a little goodbye before she arrived at Tish.

"You’re heading out too right?" She said expectantly gazing at the girl’s black hair. She caught a passing glance at a different tattoo each day with Tish – she swore that she was changing them up on her, but that would involve Tish giving a damn about something. That wasn’t really her style. It wasn’t like Tish wasn’t a darling to be around when she wanted to be, but Lia was pretty confident it would be a cold day in hell before Tish actually listened to someone above herself, especially Lia. For now Lia was just grateful she hadn’t decided to leave. In all honesty, it was nice having her around, it brought a feeling of weightlessness to the group.

"Okay guys, please, please, please be safe today." Lia said forcing herself out the door before someone else did it for her. As she took her fledgling steps out the door the paranoia of ‘the hate you’ flooded back into her mind. It happened every time she asked them to be safe, and to calm down, to clean up. For god sakes Ophelia they just ran away from their parents you don’t have to replace them yet.

"I think you’re going to like my surprise Tish." Lia said forcing thoughts from her mind to be drowned out by the words she spoke. "It’s got some pizazz.” She said with the fakest smile this side of the golden gate bridge. But it did have some pizazz, it wasn’t the ideas fault that she was having a rough go of it. The idea was great. The idea was great. It was just that Ophe-. Lia wasn’t a mother, she definitely wasn’t enough for what these kids needed. She wasn’t even sure she had enough for what she needed. But if she could spread herself just thin enough to make them forget for even a single night, then it was worth everything.

Happy birthday Lia. She said with a rightful amount of disdain as she prepared herself for the menial task of cleaning rooms in front of her.