<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DlWgbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Vang<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Immortal Instruments upstairs and then down<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Who so ever is present<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waking up, opening up, and other preparations<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something like this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/bc/a6/fcbca603ff1f66a02e15242217a6a5b8.jpg</div></div>and a longer version of  this<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://misona.info/images/punk_skirt.jpg</div></div><hr/><br/>Waking up for Liam was one part breakfast, one part make over. It would perhaps be more fitting to say Liam "transformed" before heading downstairs to run his business. It was no longer Halloween, but he was still in something of a mood for darker colors. So he stripped away his nightie and dawned a black shirt with frilled cuffs that would be wonderful for business and a night a Goth club. Liam was not a Goth per se, but the imagery was something he adored. Soon after pondering whether he was in the mood for a skirt or pants he promptly decided on lovely little red and black skirt. Then there came the process of putting on his "face". He refused to emerge until his make up was just right. Today, he was feeling like a "cats eye" pattern for his eye shadow and some red lipstick. His face as normal was meticulously powdered and given a touch of rouge. After that, he applied his nail polish. Liam tied his long raven hair back in a bun with a length of it coming down from said bun.<br/><br/>He poured himself some coffee with a heavy dose of sugar, made some breakfast, and said his morning prayers before heading down stairs to open up. He already had come up with his morning selection of songs, starting with Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue to make sure any employees would feel a little pumped up. So as he sashayed down the stairs, flipped the closed sign, unlocked the door, and threw it wide open.  Yesterday had been lovely and it seemed he was still a bit revved up from it all despite having woken up just a few hours before. His body moved about to the fast paced anthem the entire time. Briefly he looked around and caught a glimpse of the sign signalling the grand opening. He thought that perhaps once lunch rolled around he might give it a try.