<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_face.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ilza Flynn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Sitting Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus<br/><strong>Doing: </strong>Hailing<br/><hr/><br/>She wasn’t used to these talks. After all, compared to other vampires she felt young. And High Society was seldom a place of operations for her.<br/><br/><em>Maybe if I had something to do…</em>she thought.<br/><br/>Checking her nerve, she raised and stalked towards the company. The mighty vampires discussed a scandalous new heir of some fiefdom. Seeing their regal figures she imagined every one of them having a small empire of his own.<br/><br/>Walking around she judged their reactions. Careless dismissal. Offended stare-down. Bored annoyance. Polite disregard. Appreciative oogling. Paranoid distrust.<br/><br/>She knew not where it was a pocker face, a mask grown into, a habit or something more immediate, but it was interesting still.<br/><br/>Maybe it was just how the furniture were arranged, or an absent expression on his face, something prompted her to sit close, invading his personal space some.<br/><br/><em>Might as well try till I scram</em>, she thought, making a show of stretching her thigh.