[color=cyan][h2][center]Emily King[/center][/h2][/color]
	Despite how late in the day it was, Emily King yawned as she awoke.  She propped herself up on one arm and took vague note of her surroundings, smiling slightly at the familiar sights of her apartment above the Hole.  It wasn't exactly a huge living space, but it was a nice place that she kept in livable condition.  With a grunt, she sat up completely, yawning again as the blanket covering her fell to expose her chest.  Not that she cared, there was no one else in the room, and she usually slept like this.  With great effort, she swung her legs out of bed and stood up, freeing her body from the comfortable embrace of her bed.  Up for good now, she stretched her back and grabbed a bright blue towel from the floor and tossed it over her shoulder, then made her way out of the bedroom.  The shark slowly made her way to the kitchen and set to making a pot of coffee, mostly on autopilot.  Truth was, she wasn't really awake until she had taken a shower, and that was the plan now.  It was thrown to the wind, however, as someone knocked on the door.  [color=cyan]"Fucking... Just a minute!"[/color]  She dropped the towel to the floor and rushed back to the bedroom, returning with a set of undergarments doing their best to cover her modesty.  She opened up that door and smirked at the reptile on the outside, enjoying the sight of him squirming in her presence.  [color=cyan]"Well?  I don't have all day, kid."[/color]

	The lizard, blushing horribly at the unabashed woman in front of him, simply handed over a weighted envelope and left as quick as he came.  Emily, ever the sportsman, chuckled slightly.  [color=cyan]"Woulda offered you a cup of coffee, but alright."[/color]  Closing and locking the door again, she tossed the envelope on the kitchen counter and picked her towel back up and made her way to the shower, fully intent on waking up properly.  She reached into it and started the contraption up, and proceeded to strip out of what clothes she had on.  Hey, when one lives alone, they have the ability to dress as they please at home, and Emily was one for moving unhindered when in private.  She waited patiently for the water to heat up, then stepped into the shower, life seeming to enter her body as the water hit her skin.

	A long shower later, she came out and grabbed the towel that was waiting for her on the washroom's counter.  Drying off quickly and combing her long hair out, shooting herself a satisfied grin after looking in the mirror.  As it dried on it's own, her hair would revert to it's natural, wild state, and that's the way she liked it.  She hung up the towel to dry and made her way back to the bedroom, grabbing a ready cup of coffee as she went.  The shark sipped at the drink as she passed into the next room, smiling slightly as the caffeine kickstarted her mind.  She set the novelty mug down on a bedside table and opened up a nearby wardrobe, then pulled out her now-signature outfit; a blue tube top that exposed her midriff, a pair of old, blackened jeans, and a midnight blue hoodie.  Throwing the outfit on and closing up the closet, she picked the mug back up and downed the entire thing within a couple minutes.  When it came to anything but sleeping, Emily was somewhat impatient.  She set the cup back down and opened a bedside drawing, proceeding to remove her uzi and pistol from it, followed by a long chain with padlocks clipped to one end.  It even had some dried blood on it from a rather violent encounter the previous week.  She grabbed a belt and slipped it on, then clipped a holstered pistol onto the left side, stuffed the uzi and a couple spare magazines into her hoodie, and fed the chain through a widened belt loop on her right side a couple times.  Last of all, she dropped a worn messenger bag onto her shoulder.  Ready for the shortened day, Emily left her apartment and made her way down to the bar.

	She set foot into the bar just as her favorite bartender left the scene briefly.  She looked around at the few patrons that were drinking their sorrows away already, and laughed to herself as two gave her a horrified stare.  One of them, a white wolf, got up and left as soon as he caught sight of her.  Emily couldn't help but give him a taunting wave as his tail disappeared through the door.  She remembered that job well...

	[i][b]"Please!  No!  I'll pay you double whatever that bitch is paying you!"[/b]  The aging wolf begged, tied to a surgeon's table, as the terrifying presence of a hungry shark was over him.

	[color=cyan]"Oh please, you're a busker that fucked up bad.  There's no way in hell you can cover that cost."[/color]  The mako picked up a comically-sized monkey wrench and brandished it at waist level.  [color=cyan]"I'd stop talking now, you might bite your tongue off.  And that wouldn't be any fun."[/color]  She set to work.[/i]

	The girl laughed at that memory, sitting down beside a confident-looking raven as she waited for a certain jackalope to return.  As he did, she raised up a finger to get his attention.  [color=cyan]"Hey, Ansel!  Grab me a glass of Cognac, please?"[/color]  She gave him an innocent look, although the two knew each other for long enough for that face to be something of a joke.
	
	[@Hawlin]