<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>leaving Isis' and heading for Eden<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Damon, Martina, Ryder, Dmitri and Danny- mostly in passing, but interruptable<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Running from intimacy<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Even though she had initiated it, the full-on kiss caught Eiryn by surprise, leaving her blushing and fuh-fuhing. She barely managed an "Uh...yeah. See you later, then," before bolting in a rather un-neighborly manner. Part of her (above the neck) was glad to hit the door and reach the relative safety of the hall, and chose to all but run down the stairs rather than wait for the elevator.  She told herself it was good for her ass anyway, taking the stairs.<br/><br/>Everything from tits down wanted to go back into Isis flat, lock the door behind them, and not come up for air for a week. It wasn't<em> just</em>being horny as a rabbit on HRT- the combination of gentleness, shared interest, and shared dysfunctions made the baker a damnably attractive package.  And it scared the shit out of her. She was tired of screwing things up by being who she was, and really didn't want either of them to get hurt in the inevitable meltdown...<br/><br/>Glowering at herself by the time she hit the lobby, she stopped dead, surprised at the crowd.  A butch blonde girl was leering at a petite pixie-topped brunette; orbiting them was a not bad-looking guy-model sort. All three were staring at another blonde, and a guy in a bathrobe surrounded by enough luggage to open a department store.  It hadn't hit her, until just then, how few of the people living in Parker she really knew. This was more than she had seen at one time since she moved in, if you discounted the party.<br/><br/>"Uh- hi." It came out distracted-sounding, a bit gravelly, which made her feel like even more of a loser. "I miss a building meeting or somethin'?"