<div class="floatleft">(http://www.northindiatimes.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/nandana-sen-hot-7.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasmine Misra<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Fortune Teller<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, 1st Day A.E.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Granny's Diner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The day was just like it always was. Perfect and exactly the way Jasmine had anticipated it to be. She saw it somewhere in the cards, when she was doing her own personal reading with her tarot last night, and she drew the exact same three cards. Anticipating the exact same morning when she finally awoke, except something was different...<br/><br/>It all started with Rajah. Usually her lovely orange tabby cat would slip on top of her in the morning. Pool between the soft mounds of her breads while she kneaded into her skin. Enough to prick her dark chocolate eyes awake in a moment! Of course Jasmine could never be upset with Rajah, knowing it was just part of her cat mannerisms, but she'd slip to the fridge and feed her lovely and protective cat a little bit of milk. But not today! Today her cat did not wake her up, and when she finally fluttered her eyes open (almost an hour later) she noticed her cat growling and hissing at the window of her small shack that doubled as her place of work. "<em><strong>Rajah!</strong></em>" she would exclaim to her cat, who refused to move her attention away from the window. Jasmine thought a bit of milk would help, but as she opened the refrigerator door and felt the chilling breeze against her face--awaking her. She noticed that she was also out of milk.<br/><br/>"<em><strong>How did I forget to pick-up milk? I never forget,</strong></em>" she murmured to herself as she slipped her hands to the nearest ghagra, which was light beige color that shimmered in the perfect lighting. Slipping it over the natural curves of her tans skin, she threw her simple t-shirt off and tossed it to the window. Hearing the growling hiss of Rajah as she turned her head to her cat. Not realizing that she had thrown her shirt over her poor, large cat who was now slowly prowling backwards to try and escape the prison confinement! The green top slipped over her chest, leaving her flat and tan stomach visible with a silver piece of jewelry hooked to her belly button.<br/><br/>Her dark hair was ridiculously long and hung around the small of her back, dancing around the curve of her ass cheeks as she dashed out of the house and headed toward the nearest General Store. Already placing her earbuds into her ears, as she turned her MP3 player to her favorite bollywood album. A rhythmical bounce in her step  as she hopped, skipped and danced her way to the general store. Her hands chimed against the nearest traffic pole that she crossed by. She tapped her foot to her favorite beat against the cement, and she even leaned into to clap her hands against the long truck that was always placed right outside Granny's dinner! Her hands reached out to bang against the car, but was greeted by the absence of nothing.<br/><br/>"<strong>Uh oh...</strong>" Jasmine suddenly gasped as she felt herself falling forward. Her life flashing before her eyes in slow motion, while the white earbuds that were hidden behind her thick hair popped out, and danged in front of her. The pavement of the ground met her knees and her hands before she could catch herself, and before she knew it... she felt her elbows digging into the hard sidewalk. Unforgiving to her sudden mistake, and her eyes glimmered at a bright yellow bug that was in front of her. A sting of her skin scratching against the cement, and she quickly rolled to her back on the cement. Utterly embarrassed and defeated as she turned her head to the yellow car once again. "<strong>I don't remember seeing this in the cards last night,</strong>" she said raising her freshly cut palm to her forehead, wincing from the as she attempted to help herself up from her fall.