<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>Barry, Mr. Gold, Lothar (M), Meg, Chas (M), Belle (M)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One would think a woman who spent the majority of her life (or so she thought) reading cards and anticipating the future would notice the fact that a different car was actually parked in front of Granny's! Her normal hop, skip, and dance to her favorite bollywood song resulted in a rumble. And what was worse was everyone seemed to notice!<br/><br/>A shadow loomed over her body, as a mountain of a man appeared with sticky hands coated in honey. Her eyes adjusted to the sun, and quickly she noticed it was Barry Louis! The local and chipper hermit that lived int he forest--just a bit further than where she lived. "<strong>Barry! Oh... thanks!</strong>" Jasmine could not hide the blush on her face as she took Barry's hand and attempted to stand up. Feeling the skin on her knee stretch and send a flurry of pain through her spine, but she got over it rather quickly. She began to pat the dirt off of the beige skirt she was wearing, as well as inspect the trickle of blood running down her kneecap. She didn't even realize that Barry had coated her hand in honey crumbs until her skirt lifted from her legs. Stuck to her hand as she she wiggled the appendage to get the fabric off. Her knee no longer hurt. No. Nothing could distract her from the massive injury her pride just took. "<strong>I have to confess that I feel rather foolish now,</strong>" she confessed to her friend. Licking a bit of the honey off of her palm and trailing her slick tongue up to the slender digit.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she heard a cane and an attractive, but undeniably older man approach her from behind. If she felt foolish before, she felt even more foolish now. "<em>Oh shit... Oh shit... I don't have rent with me,</em>" she mulled over in her mind. Her body tensing as she didn't know what version of Mr. Gold she was going to get. The nice Mr. Gold that gave her a few extra days before rent was do, or the Mr. Gold that was excellent at planting fear inside of her mind. Feeling as if he was always one step ahead of her... and her cards. Why he took an interest to her tarot reading? She never knew. He seemed like a man of wisdom, but he believed in her. She couldn't fault him for that.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh! Mr. Gold, I didn't see you there. Why, yes... I'm quite alright,</strong>" she said before looking down at what he was offering. For a moment she hesitated to grab his handkerchief, but then she looked at the concern in his eyes. He was nice Mr. Gold today... it seemed. She nodded her head and offered a sweet smile. "<strong>No need to waste your nice silk on me, Mr. Gold,</strong>" she added. Needing no further debt, even if it was given out of the kindness of his heart. Her hands slipped to her skirt, pulling it to cover her kneecap so he didn't see her bleeding. While Jasmine was not the best fortune teller, she still was rather proud. The young Indian woman hated it when people felt pity toward her. "<strong>I... I do need to mention Mr. Gold that funds business hasn't been going to well this week. Maybe it's because I told Humphrey Dumphrey that he wasn't going to fall off the wall last week (he did), or maybe it was because I told Goldie Locke that hanging out with a band of bears sounds like a great idea!</strong>" she bit her tongue. Knowing that all of her readings were terrible and faulty. She just wasn't on her game lately. She was so terrible, that she didn't even see Lothar smash the tail light of the car! She just waved at him him blindly and continued with her conversation.<br/><br/>"<strong>So... umm, unfortunately the rent will not be--</strong>" she was suddenly caught off. The sultry vixen of a woman appeared leaning up against a car. She make a comment that would have rubbed her wrong on the normal day, but considering that she was literally drowning in confrontation--Meg was a godsend! "<strong>I'm sure you're prefer to be in my place, wouldn't you, Meg?</strong>" she hissed back the woman. Covering her mouth suddenly, unsure where the snark came from. Maybe she was rubbing off on her...<br/><br/>And then Chas appeared. A man that always made her feel extremely nervous. Fearing that his flirtations words could spread her way, or worse... his hands! At least he wasn't around Belle, although Jasmine found it very entertaining seeing the times that Belle gave Chas the cold shoulder. Her heart began to beat in her chest nervously, and Jasmine then took a singular step back. Not realizing that she would almost be walking into Barry behind her, because she was too nervous looking at Mr. Gold. Wondering if he noticed the conversation they were having still, or if all the chaos was going to distract him from the obvious lack of money that Jasmine was giving him this month. "<strong><em>All I wanted was some milk...</em></strong>" she whispered to herself, slightly defeated, as she wondered why today was so chaotic already! "<strong><em> ...would have gone really well with a bear claw,</em></strong>" she added with a nod.