Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150531171959/@comment-3991308-20150601033238

Once the leader chick or whatever said something about sitting the hell down, Lian ambled over, grabbed one of those chairs towards herself, and placed herself upon it. And mind you – she didn't sit on her normally. Rather, she put her butt on the back of the chair and her feet on the actual chair part. Then, she took her arms, folded them and rested them at the back of her head. It was an intimidation tactic she knew – if you didn't shield your torso from your arms, then essentially you were exposing the most vulnerable part of you. That took confidence, and Lian wanted to show that she had confidence.

"Why should you kick me out? Here's why. You shouldn't," she said with a smug and arrogant tone present in her voice. "I've been a dancer before I could walk. Almost fourteen years of that, and you bet I know what looks good on stage. If you're looking for a well-choreographed fight, you've got me."

Of course, Lian still had a lot to talk about. Her kung-fu lessons, and a few other things. But it was always best to start simple, right?