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</div><br/><b>NAME:</b>Iris<br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Blue<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Brat, You Little Bitch<br/><b>Age: </b>19<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Around Dinnertime?<br/><b>Location: </b>Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Thick navy blue hoodie with a ZCCC letters, jeans, white trainers with pom-pom socks.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dd-vluPwpf7c&amp;hash=a26ada0699428998a7d7f7dd6ad39af9" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vluPwpf7c" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Until We're Done", Jonathan Bree</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">BoundObsession</a><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Iris looked at Kenji and she seemed about to speak, but then her eyes flew open wide.  They flicked to Terry and then back to him.<br/><br/>"Sure," she said, her voice even.  "Sure, I can give you a ride."<br/><br/>By the time she finished her sentence she had composed herself.  Her face was a mask of bland politeness, an expression Terry had seen countless times during her years of police work.<br/><br/>"We better get going if we want to get back before too long.  People will be getting hungry."<br/><br/>She turned to Terry.  Her face was returning to its natural expression.  "Can you text me what you want us to get?  Here."  She got her phone out and showed Terry her number, before returning her attention to Kenji.<br/><br/>"Ready to go?"