you're the fairy bomberman

Once Natalie woke up, she got straight to work. On her looks, that was. In her evil line of work, image mattered, and she respected that rule with red lipstick and a neat hairdo, and a slinky but sophisticated and professional ensemble of a white blouse and a black skirt that showed just enough leg.

Once perfect, she cracked open the window and lit up a cigarette.

Well, she tried to, anyway, except there didn't seem to be any in her purse. With an annoyed sigh, she put the purse away and just settled for dramatically staring out of the window in silence. Smoking or not, it was time to take a moment and contemplate what needed to be done today. There was business to attend to, but somewhere deep inside she hoped this would finally be the day that she'd meet her twin sister who'd been thought lost for so many years. Natalie knew she was on the island now. She was sure of it. The intent look she was giving to nothing in particular out the window said as much.

It was just generally really important to stop and stare intently out of windows every once in a while.

[ooc: Door and post open! Also, I totes did not forget about all the cigarettes being gone for a while there. *whistles innocently*]