<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>leaving Isis' and heading for Eden<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Damon, Martina, Ryder<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Running  towards intensity<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Doing a doubletake, the Goth tried to ignore the leer she was getting from the butch blonde girl. "Oh, heya D." In a rough show of affection, she nudged Damon's arm with an elbow. "Sorry, kinda...distracted, didn't realize it was you.  Got a bunch of ideas I got to get down, headed for the loft when, like wow, people!, you know?"<br/><br/>Ryder and Martina got lopsided grin and a sort of hand-flip wave. "Yo. Italian, huh? May have to check that out, see if it's as good as Ma's was." Finally, she met Ryder's eyes, and the brief staring contest threatened to draw lightning. Finally, the blonde looked down, and chuckled. "Hah!  Badass. Shame you dress like a rag lady."<br/><br/>"Says the bitch who got caught in a bondage shop fire sale? Fuck you." After a sheepish, apologetic look at Martina, Eiryn turtned back to Damon. "I'll be workin' most of the day, but I think I'm on shift at Eden tonight. See ya there?" It was delivered more as information than an invitation;  true to form, the artist was already starting to move towards the door.