<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>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Show and tell, of several sorts...<br/><br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"You kidding? Probably give you pointers. One thing bein' edgy if you're actually working.  Another to blow attitude for no reason at all...though I do that, too, sometimes, so i really can't hate the guy over it..." It took Eiryn three tries to get the key in her lock. Not because her hands were shaking. Not at all...<br/><br/>She's been exaggerating the small size of her flat a bit, but it was pretty tiny, and it was full of bookcases, a small drafting table, and a computer workstation desk. "Uh..." Moving a pair of high boots form in front of a door, she gestured. "Bathroom. If you want to change. I'm gonna get out of this fake witch crap."  She was, in fact, already unlacing her robe, and had it off before she hit the door to her bedroom. Isis got a glimpse of a strong if kind of skinny, pale back, and a pair of bullet hole boxers  (http://image13.spreadshirt.net/image-server/v1/products/15895467/views/2,width=378,height=378,appearanceId=2/Black-::4-SHOT-BULLET-HOLE::-Underwear.jpg) on a tiny, tight rump, before the artist vanished around the corner into her sleep area.