~ Bulla Briefs (![]() ![]() @ 2009-10-26 07:14:00 |
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WHO: Bulla Briefs and Son Gohan
WHAT: Meeting up to discuss options and explore the city.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: Starting at the Grand Library.
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high)
STATUS: In Progress
The force of the wind blew Bulla's aquamarine colored hair back from her face as she made her way from the park where she'd been sitting to the library where she'd suggested she and Gohan meet. She briefly considered flying above the clouds to keep people's gawking to a minimum but decided she honestly didn't care what the locals thought of her. It wasn't her fault that they themselves couldn't fly and she certainly wasn't going to inconvenience herself just because of that fact.
So she simply flew, the wind rushing past and the city below her a veritable blur. She wasn't a fighter like her brother and father, but she was good at this much. She could keep up with just about any of her friends and family from back home when they were in the skies.
It took less than five minutes, tops, before the library was in view. It appeared almost majestic from this angle but Bulla still scowled at it as she began to lower herself to the ground. A handful of people glanced her way at her appearance from the sky but she ignored them. They were locals. Unimportant. Most definitely not worth her time, especially given how unhelpful they happened to be. So rather than engage any of them in conversation she instead crossed her arms over her chest in a subconscious mimicry of her father - the red gloves she almost always wore even more noticeable against the bare skin of her upper arms - and peered with a hint of a smirk up at the building in front of her.