>>I'm not entirely sure if we're in like...an office or something? But, for now I'm going to pretend like we work at CSI *shrug* haha. I'll change it if need be.
Charcoal Ngunda
Charly let out a yawn, moving a soft hand to her mouth as if the yawn made noise she needed to silence. The past few weeks she had been pretty much living at headquarters--there was so much danger out there that she just felt the need to monitor it all the time. Besides, it's not like she could sleep. So, thankfully, she was already at the office when her cell phone rang.
"Hey Char, it's Kathy. Noah wants everyone in as soon as possible."
"Actually I--"
"--you're here already, I know. Just letting you know."
Charly smiled slightly and took a swig of her coffee, "Alright, be right there."
She minimized her computer screen and yawned yet again, pulling on a brown jacket overtop a white tank, accompanied by a brown stretch belt around her waist overtop her tank and a pair of dark blue jeans. No one could ever say Charly wasn't fashionable, that's for sure, but she rarely fit in with the Northern African crowd. But, then again, she didn't really need to.
She made her way down the corridor to Noah's office, surprised to see him missing. She figured he must be in the conference room and headed that direction. Charly stepped inside and let the door closed behind her, successfully tracking Noah down.
She tilted her head just a bit in a curious manner, her long nearly black locks bouncing a tiny bit as she did so, "What's going on?"
