<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Redheads/c94013b3-6c8e-48b2-ba06-baec8209e51f_zpsafcbb331.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dannara "D" Jacobson<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Pickpocket/Petty Thief<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Purgatory<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Bumping into Aaron<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Aaron<br/><strong>Open to Others:</strong>Yes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes14.jpg.html)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The club was actually going to drive D insane...she was certain of it. She liked music, but she preferred to be in control of the volume, and she preferred the smooth tones of old school jazz, or even classical, to the hard thumping beats that seemed to be the norm in most nightclubs. Partly she liked the music better, but also it didn't interfere so much with her ability to use sound to "see". The volume in the club didn't just make it hard for her to hear the friends she'd come in with (courtesy of fake id's all around) but actually made her feel like a klutz as well. It was just too<em>much</em>sensory input all at once.<br/><br/>But there was no good way of explaining<em>that</em>to a group of women who could see normally. Not a single one really understood D's odd sense of sight. She'd given up trying to adequately explain it years before.<br/><br/>Separating from her small group of fellow pickpockets she waves them off when they made as if they'd follow her, sending them back out onto the dance floor where the extreme closeness of the dancers actually made lifting their money embarrassingly easy. She needed a break from the noise before it made her head explode. Finding a service hallway she strode down it and out into the night air...and very nearly ran into a man she hadn't seen on stepping outside!<br/><br/>It was his voice that told her he was male, the thermal image she saw was a shape and gave her things like height, a rough guess of weight (from the size of the shape she saw) and the attitude of his stance, but not actual details like sex, age, or what he was wearing. Her echolocation could usually fill in some of those details, if he was close enough, but her ears were still ringing from the thumping of the music and it through off her other senses. Looking up, he was taller than her after all, she laughed softly and gave a slight shake of her head, clearly amused with her own clumsiness. Meeting his gaze she didn't bother trying to hide her own blank stare before holding out one hand and and flashing him a grin, "My apologies, I didn't realize anyone else would be out here and I certainly didn't mean to interrupt your conversation."<br/><br/>Despite her apology she didn't go back inside. Instead she waited to see if he'd take her hand before simply leaning back against the nearby wall. Partly she couldn't help it, she was curious to see how long it would take him to run from the blank eyes that were still turned in his direction. Most people made excuses to get away from that stare rather quickly, the ones that didn't she always found to be interesting.