[center][color=cc99c7][h3]Sloane Shields[/h3][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Entering Grimbold's cabin
[b]Interacting with[/b] anyone already there & Terry[/center]
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The tattoo artist had been out of town for the last week, and even worried she wouldn't be back on time for Grimbold's dinner. So, after returning to her own apartment, unpacking, feeding the cat, and freshening up, she rushed over. Bundled up against the cold February air, she finally arrived and knocked at the cabin door. Ever paranoid, Grimbold peered at her before opening the door with a welcoming smile--one that she returned. [color=cc99c7]"Thank you, I got it,"[/color] she assured as she walked in, taking care of her coat and scarf and hat and gloves... Sloane liked the silence of the cold winter air, but she was admittedly a freezebaby. 

Warmth comforted her as she stepped further into the cabin. The fire crackled and she inhaled the aroma of a good homecooked meal. A rare, genuine smile came to the woman's face as she unwound the knitted scarf from her neck. Even the creepy skulls and the air of mystery was enjoyable to Sloane, though everyone here was a little weird in their own way. She certainly wasn't the only one. Her grin faded and she looked bored again as she shoved her gloves in her coat pocket.

After putting her outter layers away, the click of her heels announced her arrival as she stepped into the dining area, green eyes taking the lot in as they got comfortable. Despite being late, Sloane wasn't one to apologize. [color=cc99c7]"Hello, lovelies,"[/color] she greeted as she stalked over to the seat across from Terry and Robert. She offered a friendly nod to Terry before she stretched her colorful arm across the table to fill a bowl with soup. She seemed to ignore Eddie as she sat back, shoulders straight, legs crossed, arms crossed, and her hungry eyes on the soup in front of her.