<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ1DnvOXG8yfRJcl9oCLH9JK7uCu0ui5FQU47YO2vGN1qTD4nxY)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Two days before game start<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><hr/><br/>The small woman waited patiently at the back door of the shop.  Both hands were set around the edges of a sack she used to carry the laundry of each person to the destination and then return them in more prestigious condition.  Patiently and quietly she stood with attention on the door, not hiding but still managing to be so easily missed.  Effort was rarely needed for her to simply disappear from the mind, to go unnoticed among even the stillness of the abandoned.  Jia Li did not understand such things but learned long ago to never question the will of the universe.  Things were as they were.  This was a vital lesson which took years to learn and even decades to understand.  She still did not grasp the true extent of such a thing.  Yet such a philosophy gave her the patience to remain still where others might pace or fume.<br/><br/>A wind brushed against the worn and loose clothing she wore.  Simple in construction and durable in material, the outfit was a nightmare for almost any designer.  No feminine beauty or trait could be seen much less enhanced by such clothing.  Only the delicate rise of her cheeks and the sharp angles of her features made declaration that this was indeed a woman before her.  Even such strong features as the full lips and graceful neck could only be truly admired up close with dirt and grime on her skin.  Dark strands of hair peeks out at odd angles from beneath the red scarf wrapped over her head. The streak of red the only color besides dull brown and dirty yellow.  Though when Onneca came to the door a smile was easily formed on her lips as if she were happy simply to be there.  The bag was thrust forward at the woman with eagerness and her voice rose up without shame.<br/><br/>“Give clothes, wash fast.  Bring to you like new!”<br/><br/>The smile did not fade when a simple look of confusion began to show itself across her face.  Eyebrows knitted together in a near comical expression.  She nearly tilted her head to the side as the words came forth quickly.  Comprehension then came to her and she gave an eager nod that turned into a quick bow.<br/><br/>“Yes.  Jia Li accept gift from lady.”  The bag was still held out in front of her as she came forward to Onneca.<br/>