<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br/>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Evening; Room 6 - Floor 3<br/>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The knock at the door disturbed her calm, causing the woman to scrunch up her nose for a moment. She watched FeatherTail move around, watched the waitress attend to their dinner, then watched the door close behind her and lock. The smell of the food now reached her nose and she sat up, sliding off the bed with no objection so eating. Ears having stayed tuned to his voice, she chose not to answer the man until they were both comfortably seated, though a smile could be seen on her lips as she sat and thanked him, his comment filling her body with warmth. After he had sat down and Iggy had taken a sip of the water the waitress had left, she gave a soft sigh, looking out the window for a moment. "The tattoo," she murmured. Picking up a fork, she began eating her food, pausing here and there to speak.<br/><br/>"You know, cops have a funny way of labeling things-cases-when they want to find them quickly. Instead of having just electronic files, they keep paper files locked away for safe keeping. There are two sets: one has all the information of the file, the other only the name and an identifier to scan so that the other location may be found, or the information can be looked up on a computer." She picked at her food, moving it around the plate as a child would when they didn't want to eat their vegetables, or were simply uncomfortable. Then, she laughed. "Bar codes, ASIN's, whatever you want to call them- that's what they use. Like at a grocery store. They just scan the item they want and off they go!" The laugh continued, though it wasn't a happy one. It was cruel and bitter, anger and distaste dripping from each word she spoke, from each laugh she let echo through the room. The cold glass was in her hand once more, resting just in front of her lip as she almost sneered at the thought. "Fuckin' bar codes." She rarely cursed, but sometimes it was more than appropriate. Choosing to give no further explanation, the woman drank the water, sighing after the cold liquid ran through her. For a few moments she simply sat there, slowly eating the food, though her stomach growled angrily for it to come quicker. It took only but two or three minutes before she finished her silent breathing, releasing the frustration that had bubbled up inside her heart and mind.<br/><br/>"Oh, the sleeping arrangements!" Suddenly back to her usual bubbly self, Iggy just smiled. Oyohusa would probably think she was bipolar or something of the sort, thanks to that lovely display of anger. "It's a king-sized bed, and I don't kick, last I checked. I'd rather we share the bed than you walk around with a sore back tomorrow. I've had far too many of those and I know how much of a pain it it." She simply smiled brightly, finished off the rest of the plate and leaving her fork atop it. One leg crossed over the other as she leaned back in the chair, an arm hanging over the edge of it while the other rested in her lap. Sometimes, she took the cowboy image a bit far, since all she was missing at that point were her boots and hat. However, she had become accustomed to it at that point, so why act any different? To her, it was comfortable, almost natural, so she enjoyed herself, eyes wandering about the room. Her mind wandered in every which direction, from what she would do while her car was getting fixed, to how long she would stay in the town before she chose to go off to Nevada, California, or even straight through Idaho to Washington. Maybe the toned Indian would come with her? Join her on her never ending quest for... Something.<em>'At least I know why I'm running around like a chicken with it's head cut off,'</em>she mused sarcastically.