[center][color=cc99c7][h3]Sloane Shields[/h3][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/InzFibI.jpg?1[/img]

[b]Location:[/b] Ink Shields
[b]Interacting with[/b] frat boy no. 1[/center]
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Death. Sloane had practically grown up with it, looming over her and stealing from her, a constant reminder that her life would one day end. And although she had remained still as a deer, watching Grimbold take the life of the swan stirred a familiar fear within her and her little doe heart had quickly and loudly thumped against her ribcage. She had been with the Mentor for years and she had never seen a display like that, and the unfamiliarity only added to her anxiety. Needless to say, the walk back to the cabin was a somber one. Sloane had followed the little pack back to the cabin, gaze forward and hooves steady. 

Once they had returned and dressed, Sloane remained quiet. It wasn't uncommon for her, but everyone had shared the heavy atmosphere before leaving one by one. And, she wasn't one to drink much at all, but that night Sloane had stopped at a bar. The young woman had went home with a stranger--some grad student with clear brown eyes--only to rush home the next the morning. She had clients (and a hangover) to attend to, after all. 

And that's where her day really began, but she found herself being distracted even as she worked. She sipped tea between clients, and they were few and far between. Sloane got about as much business as you'd expect in a small town, but she got by. [color=cc99c7]"It's done,"[/color] she said, leaning away from her client and standing to her full height. Her open-toed, 4" heels weren't exactly business standard, but who were they going to tell? The owner? 

After checking out his new, [I]sick[/I] ink in one of the mirrors, the frat boy excitedly bounced up to Sloane's counter to pay off the hard work. "Thanks, it looks great!" he said simply before skipping out the door, a couple business cards in his saggy pockets. 

The rest of her day would be a slow one, and her shoulders sank as she thought--she didn't want to think. Even as she sipped her tea, brewed specifically to help her relax, she grew tense. So, after double checking her appointment book, Sloane closed up shop for the day, bundled up, and stepped outside to [I]do[/I] something. Maybe make up for missing her morning workout.