<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/>She couldn't help but smile softly back at him. It was such a strange thing to be sitting alone with a man who was an actual gentleman, not a conniving little prick, like most of them turned out to be. If nothing else, Feathertail would at least prove to be a good companion, though something fluttering around inside her wished for more than just a trusted friend. Saved by confusion, she realized the man must have misunderstood her explanation of the tattoo, she she paused a moment, smiling at his joke while she thought of a better way to explain. "The tattoo is there of my own choice. It's a blind reminder to me. It is the barcode that I found on the file for my fa- ... I found on a file that meant a lot to me- the information in the file, and all. It simply disgusts me that instead of calling cases by name, police put codes on them so they don't have to remember anything." So her explanation wasn't perfect, but she hoped he understood better now. That barcode on the back of her neck was plastered on the bottom of the folder that held her family's case summary.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Iggy stood and lifted her arms above her head, pulling them far to make a deep arch I her back. She groaned softly, having forgotten to stretch earlier, now almost happy that she did. The tension in her back released itself, sending a wave of relaxation down her spine. In a moment she was sitting cross-legged upon the bed, a remote in her hand. "You should probably go take that shower now," she smiled, eyes turning to the news. For a moment, she was transfixed, simply listening. Something about the story seemed so familiar- a farm in the middle of nowhere, whole family slaughtered with blood splattered as far as the eyes could reach. So familiar...<br/><br/>"The water's nice and hot, steaks up the whole room. Haven't had a shower like that in ages.". The look in her eyes may have betrayed her calm demeanor, but she knew all too well how she reacted to such things. Many times before she had watched the news in small towns and gone crazy, running to the crime scene to catch the man. She had a reputation with various state police stations and officers; it wasn't something she wanted to start here. Instead, she flipped through the channels, being careful to avoid all the typical local channels. Finally, she decided on The History Channel. The documentary on vampires and the supernatural seemed to be the only mildly interesting thing on, and he needed a good laugh.