<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Kristina_Larkina.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jazz Chenner<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Owner of the Shop "Madness Abides"<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wally - mentions Emma<br/>Outfit (http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/57762458/id/yPR82JIYQhCgQ4PVYqYXWw/size/y.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Once you moved past her oddities of dress and mannerism, the little woman was seemingly not much in stature. For<em>little</em>would indeed be the appropriate size scale to judge her by. She barely cracked the height of five feet, three inches, she in fact didn't crack that height, she was somewhere below it but above five feet, two inches. Though she would deny anything except five feet, three inches to your face. She was also small in body, lithe and thin, like a little ballerina. She moved with the grace one might associate with a dancer as well, though she hadn't the stiff rigidness of one. In fact, she had more of the loose dreamy ease of movement that made one think of flower children. Though she wasn't dressed like one today. Primarily in black with her hair in a long loose only third brushed mess. What was the point of brushing hair vigorously so early in morning anyway?<br/><br/>Her shop/apartment wasn't that far Granny's. Nor was it that close incidentally. Still, she walked. Curse that boy and his perfectly fine head of hair for getting her out into the sunlight this early. She paused to make a slight hissing noise at the big Yellow Face in the sky. She actually liked the sun, but she was up nearly all night. So it wasn't fully welcomed to her groggy pale violet-gray eyes. But then, it was just as well. She sensed town was fixing to get a tad more interesting here and now, for whatever reason that was. Besides, groggy or not, fresh treasures were always a welcomed treat to get up for if she was to be one of the first to dig through them. Curious though, that he had such an sudden delivery.<br/><br/>A sound from above made her pause in her tracks. Her eyes glazed up to find the hand on the old clock tower moving. She grinned. Clocks were so much prettier when they worked. That's why she took such care with the ones she made and revived. "Tick tock, tick tock." She muttered cheerfully to herself.<br/><br/>"Hickory dickory dock," she began to sing as she started down the sidewalk again. Her voice soft and sweet with an slight subtle - not even noticeable - strangely mocking undertone. She skipped a bit as she sang the old children's nursery rhyme.<br/><br/><br/><em>"Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck one<br/>The mouse ran down,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck two<br/>And down he flew,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck three<br/>And he did flee,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck four,<br/>He hit the floor,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck five,<br/>The mouse took a dive,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck six,<br/>That mouse, he split,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>The clock struck seven,<br/>8, 9, 10, 11,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>As twelve bells rang,<br/>The mousie sprang,<br/>Hickory Dickory dock.<br/><br/>Hickory Dickory dock,<br/>'Why scamper?' asked the clock,<br/>'You scare me so<br/>I have to go!'<br/>Hickory Dickory dock."</em><br/><br/>She reached the final verse just as she reached the door of the diner. Stepping in, she came to a stop and widened her eyes ever so slightly as she glanced around at the gathering crowd. Not that it was wholly unusual to have a crowd. Half the citizens of the small town seemed incapable of making their own breakfast, the other half just liked the diner for a meeting place. the very reason she herself was there. Her curious eyes found what didn't belong as easily as if it were a picture in a children's activity book. The blonde woman was it. Yet despite the town's stranger repellent quality, something about her did seem to belong. She raised an eyebrow at the back of the woman's head. "Curious indeed." She muttered lowly in a volume no one by herself could have heard.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her scan, she spun on her toes like a top with its cord suddenly pulled and made off in Wally's direction. "Fine morning to you." She said in jest with a huff then sat down across from him. "If fine if it could indeed be called and if your perception of fine and mine are indeed similar." She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned a toothy grin. "So, did the blonde bring you your delivery or did two entirely unrelated things happen in one day? Wait... no, three. They finally fixed the clock. The town shall soon be in a mad frenzy of panic over all these sudden exciting things at once. Why, they'll be flocking to my shop for calming candles and incense." She laughed, it was clear and cheerful, a bit of a chuckle but also somewhat musical and joking.<br/>