OLD FASHIONED | open, intro? & radio

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]Agathe should have known that she would not be granted any solace within the Observatory, not when her clanmates seemed to be the noisiest creatures on earth. And yet, somehow, the snow leopardess had drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the pounding in her head finally successful in overcoming her just long enough for her to doze. She had just rolled onto her side, prepared to release a little snore, when the god awful sound of static filled the air and caused her to jolt up, eyes bright with anger.

It took the seraph a few moments to realize that the sound she heard was not an enemy attack but rather, a few of her clanmates toying with an absolutely ridiculous device. Figures, she thought to herself, standing up and wincing. Every part of her ached in a way that demanded sleep but she ignored it as she strode towards them, a frown twisting her lips."What is that absolutely horrendous sound?" She demanded lowly, blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes as she glared at the radio. Who would want this creation in their home? What was its purpose? She'd huff, shaking her head as if this was the most blasphemous thing to ever cross her path. To say a recently awoken Agathe was a little grumpy was, well, an understatement.