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[u][b][h1][center][color=a187be]Azura Lunarie[/color][/center][/h1][/b][/u]
[b][u][h3][center][color=a2d39c]Cornerstone Bar[/color][/center][/h3][/u][/b]
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[color=bc8dbf]"There. All finished."[/color] Azura smiled triumphantly as she placed the last of her dishes in her kitchen cupboard.
She had arrived in Shine City late last night and had spent the whole morning unpacking with little to no sleep. This was a huge mistake on her part, due to the fact that she had had an interview to attend to around noon. 
Her new apartment was small; consisting of one bedroom, a tiny bathroom, kitchen, and a modest sized living room. It wasn't a palace, but to Azura it was everything she had ever hoped it could be. It was an escape.

Her living room was unique in its own way, however instead of having a couch or television, she had set up the floor-plan with various art supplies. A single bar-stool and easel served as a way to paint when inspiration struck. Likewise was a desk near a large window as to be used for various sketches. The only comfortable furniture in the room was a plush armchair, mainly used for cuddling up with a good book. Zu-Zu's love of literature had almost exceeded her love of creativity. It was yet another way to elude the demons that had inhabited her life.

There was a large wooden clock that hung on her living room wall adjacent to the entrance of the apartment. When she glanced at it she was surprised to see that time had already flown by quite quickly. It was 11am... her interview was in an hour. That was not a lot of time to get ready. Deciding to skip the shower and just douse herself in lavender perfume, within 15 minutes Azura was dressed and already headed out the door. Today she dressed to impress, her outfit consisting of a long sleeved, white button up shirt, black skinny jeans, and Converse high tops. Her top two buttons were undone, exposing a single amethyst crystal hanging from a simple black cord. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and various studded bracelets adorned her arms. Upon her wrists were two individual tattoos, one on each arm, covering up what seemed like scars as a result of self mutilation. On her right arm was a grey scale lotus blossom. On her left was a picture of an old fashion compass.

As she walked out of her apartment building and down the sidewalk, along the way she scraped her wavy, dark hair into a high ponytail letting a few loose tendrils frame her face. She smiled softly with a bounce in her step as she approached the brick building that presented a large sign titled "Cornerstone Bar". Upon seeing the sign, she felt her stomach fill with fluttering butterflies. Nerves had finally taken hold of her causing self doubt to settle in. 

[color=a187be]"Nonsense Azura."[/color] The black head beauty chastised herself.
[color=a187be]"Remember what teacher said. Confidence is key to success."[/color]

Her red eyes scanned the area, making sure that it was safe to proceed before taking a deep breath and crossing the street. As she entered the bar the first thing she noticed was the way the business had been set up. It was dark, but felt more calm than intimidating. A juke box sat in the corner which had definitely peaked her interest. Besides literature and art, music was another one of her biggest passions. Three people were there, two of them sitting at the counter. One of the three was a tall woman, with purplish black hair. It was obvious that she was the bartender due to the fact that she was the one serving customers. She was also the woman that Azura had needed to speak with.

With new found confidence appearing from the deepest depths of her subconcious, Zura straightened her shoulders and approached the counter with her chin held high. Appearing as though she belonged there and was competant enough to do whatever was needed of her.

[color=a187be]"Excuse me."[/color] She spoke, her calming demenor evident in her tone. She placed her hands on her hips, causing her shirt to rise slightly revealing a zodiac tattoo. Pisces.
[color=a187be]"I had called earlier about a job inquiry? Are you Rowan?"[/color]