The Voice of Creation

There had been swirls of color, the song of the universe. Everything was beautiful, and everything was just as it should be. Then Cerra blinked and she was in front of a large building she also noticed that her clothing now consisted of tight lether pants and black 'heavy metal band name here' shirt that hugged her tight as well. It was the dark of night which was good seeing as how she would have burned to ash in the baleful raze of the sun. In her hand was some instructions on it, it seemed that she was now enrolled into school and there were directions to the building right in front of her. Shrugging she looked down at the paper and walked through the door of the building. In her ears she could hear the whispers of the beloved voice of creation.

It took her some time walking through the semi empty halls of this... apartment building? Dorm? she couldn't care less. Eventually she found her way to a door, Creation had willed her here so now she could only shrug now, listening to the voices in her head and walk in through the door. Inside, it was dark and though she could normally see pretty well in the dark she could care less and the trip was catching up with her and she felt exhausted. So taking a moment to make sure the curtains were closed...and thick enough that no sun was ever going to get through them she crawled over the lumpy bed and fell asleep onto of one particularly large lump that was in the center of the bed.

@Dean

Cerra was more then just a bit as she was seemingly tossed to the ground. Not knowing truely how to react at that exact moment she was laying there stunned as she heared a male voice talking to the air...or was it to her? It was still rather surprising to her when a foot was placed on her stomach and she could feel it trying to register what was there. It felt very odd to have a foot on her stomach. But the man who was about to try to stand looked down and found her there.

He then had immediately went further up on the bed and was prepped to use a book as a weapon. Blinking, Cerra saw something as a whisper from Creation came upon her while she was looking upon this man. It whispered his name to her and she couldn't help but feel a bit embarresed laying down on the floor like this while he stood there above her. So she sat up, bending at the waist without moving her legs.

Once she was sitting she turned towards this man and looked around as if seeing the room for the first time. "The directions on the paper said that this was my room Coldblood. So I'm not sure what the problem is."

Cerra just sat there starring up at this man as he ranted at her while she did not listen. She only heard the voice of creation. That was until he asked why she had called him by his name. She tilted her head but stayed quite like she was pondering how to answer. She stood then and looked over at the wall that Coldblood had pointed to coincidently. But right there she saw a bed and deciding that would be more comfortable to sit on.

She walked over to the second bed casually and laid down instead of sitting, having decided that this would be better for her in the long run. So laying down on her side she faced Coldblood who was still sitting down on his own bed. She remained quiet for a minute longer before she actually answered his question. "I called you by the name that Creation told me. Your name is Coldblood. There is no other reason,"

"It is late though, should you not be sleeping? the Living need their sleep if I remember correctly." Cerra mimicked a yawn at that point and her eye's closed. She wasn't really sleeping, in a way she was mokcing the Living, in another way she was pointing out that she to needed to sleep. It was almost dawn.