Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150531171959/@comment-25686329-20150601032046

Fizz's one good eye flicked away from the light that poured from the cracks in the slit blinds she faced. She blinked for a moment, hearing the trio that stood behind her.

Evidently no-one stood on ceremony.

She swiveled slowly, ignoring her 'gift' and focussing on what she saw rather than what she sensed. They appeared to be launching a conversation. Idle chatter wasn't good for business.

"Siddown and shut the Hell up." She said, jerking her head towards the chairs before her desk.

Fizz could have been considered beautiful... had it not been for the bottom of a glass bottle that was lodged in her eye. It glinted eerily in the dim light as she tucked a lock of russet-coloured hair behind her ear.

She rolled her shoulders slightly, hunching further into the deteriorating fur-collared coat she wore. She didn't smoke, at least not yet, but she took a peppermint stick between her fingers like a cigar and placed it between her teeth.

"Look, girls." She said, eyes wandering between the three. "Notta danged one-a ya look like wot I'm lookin' ferr."

Her hand danced to her umbrella under the desk.

"Give me one reason not to send you lot back out tha door right now."