<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 biscuit was taken to eagerly but delicately.  Small teeth nibbled at the edges of the honey coated bread while the owner of the bodega moved about quickly.  Almond eyes watched her movements with a passive air as if unconcerned with the workings of the other.  Colors flitted and moved across the air in a dazzlingly display, but Jia Li kept her mind focused on the task at hand.  The biscuit was enjoyed in a manner few could understand or relish.  Warmth of the bread was touched on her tongue, the sweetness of the honey enjoyed on her palate along with the thickness of the texture.  Moisture from the surface slipped between her lips and the smell filled her nostrils.  She had learned to enjoy the pleasures of life as if they were her last and to immerse herself in the world while remaining detached.  Legs were brought up to fold before her as the biscuit became a memory, but a memory she could relish.<br/><br/>Each finger was touched to her mouth to touch sweet honey to her lips.  Jia Li tilted her head slightly in partial confusion at wonder at the owner.  So enthusiastic she seemed for what the young, Chinese girl did not understand.  Lips took on a pouty expression as one finger rolled down, tugging on her lip while eyes examined the pictures pointed toward.  Jia Li gave a nod as she thought appropriate before turning to consider the comb.  Even at this distance Onneca could tell there would be much work to have the hair of this girl straightened and presentable.<br/><br/>“This hurt?”<br/>