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Joss Salvage || Badr al-Budur (sultana) wrote in bellumlogs,

Joss had spent the morning lying in bed and snoring. She'd not been out as much since her escapade at The Opium Den, spending more time wandering and hunting for attention during the day time. A fit of "inspiration" struck her the night before though, leaving Joss up all night with a splattered canvas and rug. It wasn't often that she could enjoy her painting - but after what she read on the forums and everything, she needed to think. She didn't ask to really think often either - whoever would have noticed her (or rather didn't) would survive.

She woke up mid-afternoon with paint flecks on her face, the pajamas she was wearing ruined as a result. Feeling slightly irritable (and nauseus for that matter) about the paint fumes, finding there was nothing in the fridge for 'breakfast' didn't help matters either. She grabbed a coat and shoes, finding her paint-stained pajamas and face fine. They'd catch attention at the very least.

A pair of sunglasses was found in her pocket and she shoved them as she went down the stairs. Pounding loudly and arms swinging, she wasn't really looking for anyone - just the way to the nearest cafe, so she could eat - and was slightly put out by the back of the woman blocking the way out. Frowning, Joss waited a moment to see if she'd get the door herself. It clicked that the door opened outwards and she scowled, moving forward. She pounded on the glass before shoving the door open, not quite caring if the door bumped her. She looked vaguely familiar from the back and Joss thought the likeness to her sister was a bit freaky.