Masks 2

Heavy shit! Anyway, after being very nervous in the car by herself, checking she didn't have any spinach and such in her teeth with the car rear mirror despite...Had she ever eaten spinach? She hoped not, it sounded awful. Probably super healthy, not that that maybe mattered anymore? She needed to eat more vegetables anyway probably still. Not the time Orla!

Anyway, Orla Cillin got out of the car. Orla was smol, so smol. Even with the big ol' boots she was wearing, (red and white sort of sneaker combat boots thing, looked awful) pushing 5' 1 at most, if you gave the measuring tape some slack. She was wearing a button-top short sleeved white shirt with a few of the pins she'd bought in Neo Themiscyra, which were a little helmet, a sword and a bow. Her arms had some wrist bracelets, green and blue beads, red and orange, pink and purple, etc, and her arms were actually a little buff! She was a little buff in general actually, but didn't carry herself like she was or give the initial impression of so. Also, covered in freckles, up and down so many freckles, all over her arms and face. She was a ginger too, ginger-red rather than ginger-blond-strawberry, short, wavy instead of frizzy, little poofy and down to neck length. She had a kind of half-smile on her face, spiked with nervousness, like, on one hand she was happy to be here so a natural smile, on the other, so nervous so forcing a smile on anyway.

Orla smoothed down her skirt, brushing down her clothing neurotically, ran her hands through her hair a bit and fiddled with the strap on her Lex-brand bag that she'd managed to hold onto for all this time, and walked up to the rather intimidating looking compound.