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The young women was cleaning her gun as the doors slammed open but the blank expression on her face did not change and she didn't move an inch of fright. It would be clear to anyone that she has some kinda obsession with cleaning the gun, the way she did it, whenever she had the chance. No matter what she was doing or where she was, would not change this fact. A cup with a parfait sat in front of her, on the table she was sitting at alone , final setting the gun on the table after it was nice and shiny before picking up the spoon. She won't take notice of others and refuses partners besides the gun, she just sat down. The humming of a young boy reached her ears but she made no sound and the look on her face, that icy cold expressionless look, that sent chills down others spines. She'd been here for about a good hour. Final going to eat the Parfait, she got but a few moments ago.

The young women's facial expression, would not change as she could smell, the reeking of bad perfume. Taking another bite of her Parfait ,hearing someone say Hey little boy but would not even look in the direction. Even the scream didn't make her, look up. Looking up with the Icy cold look, she saw the chess pieces go flying, everywhere but just looked on, blankly. She quickly picked up her gun and shoot a chest piece, right in the center before it could land on her table, in the very center. The young women would stand up just as the boy would hit her table, knocking it on it's side. She'd look down at him and simply point, the barrel at his forehead "You ruined my Parfait kid, how do you expect to repay me for that?" she'd ask emotionless, just looking down at him, with those icy cold eyes. One could not be sure if the gun was loaded now or not, that's the tricky part about these weapons but this women knew, of course she knew, it belongs to her. Clearly, she wasn't phased by the mess, the little boy just made, being freaked out and going into his weapon form, all that was stated at least out loud was about the parfait, not the mess or the fact others could have been hurt just a desert. The guns barrel was just as clean as the rest of it and at this range, their was a very slim chance, that the boy could move in time before she would pull the trigger but she didn't pull it, yet.

The women just looks at the barrier as if, it wasn't a problem just kept staring at the boy, with that icy look. One would think she would kill him in an insistent, while, when she first pointed it at his head, she could have shot but didn't. She scracthed her head, with the hand, that was holding the gun as she looked at the Barrier. Her expression never changing as she looked at the women who made it. "My gun doesn't like to kill kids, be grateful" she'd say as she pointed the gun at the wall next to her, pulling the trigger but nothing came out, nothing at all. Putting her opposite hand in her pocket as she would look at the owner. "Things can always be bad but you never know what is gonna be the out come" The women would say before flipping the table back over, that she was sitting at, sitting back down in her seat.

—(•·÷Lucina Kuhn÷·•)—