Tilting his head to the side at Meisa he said<strong>"I work late nights, my job will allow us to play there in a few weeks. So there is that, and lyrics alone? Can't define a group. It is your sound, there has to be a constant. No matter how diverse your selection of lyrics or compositions are. You need something that lets people know, bam! This is HellBlazer."</strong>When she questioned about the mascot, he smirked. When James expressed his excitement at the notion, well hell. Desmond couldn't help but beam at this. Looking through the papers more, he stopped at one and said<strong>"Ah, here we go."</strong>Turning the picture up so everyone could see it.<br/><br/>The mascot in question would have been an utterly beautiful looking gothic/punk girl, if it wasn't for the fact that she had several violent looking lacerations and open wounds. She wore a black leather bikini top and mini skirt, and was quite bloodied. Her eyes were a milky white, and she had long multicolored hair. She was mimicking the famous Patrick Bateman shot where he's licking at the blood on his face with a look of utter bliss, while her free hand held a large butcher knife.<br/><br/>After holding it out for a moment, Desmond stated<strong>"I've named her after my ex wife...Ivy."</strong>Trying to get a guess as to everyone's reactions as he shrugged some.<strong> "I also have my first idea for a song, in terms of what I'm going to write about. Let me know what you're all looking to play. Since I'm great with lyrics, but as for the instruments? I play better than I write."</strong>