With a decent mask and a good moustache. [Open RP]
Eliza felt like vomiting. She nearly had vomited whilst watching the horrifying death of a girl she'd come to call her friend, and she'd seen a variety of brutal things in her time. Sitting on the bed in the room she shared -- used to share, with Nia, she allowed herself to cry, something that she usually tried her best to avoid in front of others, taking her hat off as her body shook with deep sobs, her tears dripping onto her coat.
Well, you did want to be able to have the room to yourself, and now you do, don't you? She thought to herself bitterly. Of course, it would be ridiculous to blame herself for her friend's death. There wasn't any way Eliza could have known what she was planning, but still...
Eliza had a gun and knew how to use it and more importantly, threaten with it. Eliza had known Nia and shared a room with her. Eliza had promised that nobody would die, Eliza should have dealt with Keiko in a non-lethal way, Eliza should have...
She forced herself to stop, tears still dripping down her face. With a deep sigh, she pulled her scarf tighter around her throat to reassure herself and lay face down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow, forgetting that she'd left the door open.










