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[color=pink][i][b]"God damn!"[/b][/i][/color] The words were spat out in a short sharp whisper. The sweet honeyed vocalisation of agitation rolling out between soft painted luscious lips. There was blood on her hand. She didn't think that it would pass on into here...

Having just entered, a blue haired lady stood at the tavern entrance looking at her hand. It was a common gsight for first timers, examining themselves and surroundings in awe and amazement. But the realism wasn't what caught her attention. 

Blood dripped down her fingers right before her face. Thick and red. She looked down at her stomach, a large patch of her pink top was stained and darkened by the fluid. [color=pink][i]"Shit!"[/i][/color] she complained with a further huff. 

With a sigh she ignored it, carrying on like there wasn't a bloody hole in her body. Casually she walked towards the bar. No point worrying about it here. Perhaps, if she was lucky, there might be someone here that was located nearby her body. She could only hope...

Taking a stool at the main counter she noticed that no one was working tonight as a blank featureless, almost creepy, android served her a drink. 
She had nothing against robots. Robots that looked like robots were fine. Even robots that looked completely human didn't bother her too much. But those robots stuck somewhere in between, like a failed attempt or a bad disguise. It was the fact that they were close but not quite right that bugged her. Like someone had cheaped out on something really important.

Throwing down the last of her drink she pushed that thought aside. Twirling her hair in her wet bloody fingers she spins around on the stool and looks around the nearly bare room.