<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/cd/c8/34cdc821d1efebb46d7a941e19b7762c.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">JD</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Mean Streets Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>World Traveler Invoked</strong>: [X]<br/><strong>Zeus' Bastard Daughter Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Nearby mountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tara<hr/><br/>JD's eyes narrowed at the innumerable little coincidences that seemed to be lining up here.  It was utterly impossible not to see the strings of fate spinning around her and threatening to strangle her by the neck.  She settled into the cave and stared at the single sleeping bag that sat nearby oh so invitingly.  Tara, too, looked mighty inviting as she worked to uncover herself from the mud and filth.<br/><br/>Alison was a distant memory at this point.  Just one of many in a long line of casual acquaintances left by the wayside as JD moved through life. She offered Tara an arm to steady herself, and unconciously brought the girl closer to her until their faces were no more then a foot away from each other.<br/>There was the remains of a firepit in the  cave, close enough to the entrance that the smoke could billow out into the trees.  JD quickly set about starting the fire and deposited Tara gently on the sleeping bag.  "Settle in and get warm."  She told her.  When the fire was lit, she came to sit next to her and settled on her knees.<br/><br/>She offered her a sly grin, "Is it just me or is this all perfect?"  She said.  To her, it was a simple statement of the innumerable coincidences, but it came out as flirty.  "I mean, here I am with a gorgeous girl, all alone.  Are you sure you're not a kitsune?  Or a Siren?  You're too good to be true"  She asked.  Her eyebrow raised in a coy fashion, once again unconsciously giving the words an amorous spin.<br/>