<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://questionablefuture.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/lucy-liu.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fu Leng's Dry Cleaning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marcus<br/><hr/><br/>Jia Li was not a fan of working at the actual dry cleaning store.  To her there was far too much outside for her to see and witness that the actual store was boring by comparison.  All ordered collected though meant that her remaining time would be spent amidst the heated machines and dirty linen.  Already a beads of sweat had worked their way down her brown and onto her angular features.  Black stands of hair were matted to her forehead and face as she helped the women of the shop press, stretch and heat the clothing.  Only when the doorbell rang did she find reprieve.  The small figure came dashing out of the back before any other could answer the call of a customer.  Hands quickly tugged her hair back into a sharp tail so that her features and smile were easily seen by the costumer.<br/><br/>“Hello.  Welcome.  Come to..”  Jia Li stopped as she saw the man and his rugged appearance.  She was often scolded for being dirty but this man would probably get the stick by comparison.  “Come to clean?”<br/><br/>Distinctly Chinese, the woman stared up at him with an uneasy smile on her lips.  Almond eyes that seemed as black as a depthless pool quivered beneath the light of the sun streaming through windows.  Simple white cotton was worn over her petite frame, the loose nature hiding from him any curves she might possess.  Only the delicate curve of her neck and the feminine features of her face up close showed her to be a girl at all.  That along with the stream of midnight hair that fell down her backside in a wash of uncurled strands.  A few freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, a feature that made her seem even more youthful and vibrant.<br/>