[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Club Afterdark
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Mali emerged from the bathroom to find that no, neither Zoie nor Relic had gotten up yet. Well, since she was awake, she could leave the room and try talking to Trisha or something. But she'd rather not. Not just because the bar was seedy as Hell itself and that the last time she was here like 20 people died in a drive-by (thinking about it more, death didn't just follow her around at parties since moving. Most of the people who'd lived in the Rose Building also bit the big one too. Maybe Death just decided to stalk her since coming to Justice, wantonly killing whoever it saw fit.), but she didn't exactly feel like doing all that much right then.

	She'd been awake for what? Half an hour and already she felt like curling up to sleep again. But Mali knew that even if she did that, she wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep. Her body just wasn't geared to go back to sleep after waking up so recently. So she simply contented herself with taking another seat at the table and idly stared at the bone figurine in her hand. She rolled it around in the palm of her hand as she let her mind wander.

	It only took a brief amount of time before it ended up falling onto Zoie, and her stomach twisted, as if threatening to send her breakfast back where it had come from if she didn't change the subject of her thoughts to something else. The kicker was that she had a very hard time wresting her thoughts to something else. 

	Mali didn't get it. In all sorts of media, infatuation or lovesickness always got portrayed as this wonderful feeling that made the heart sigh. Yet anytime she'd had it, it was the exact opposite. The physical sensation was awful, the emotional one even worse and it was always kind of a relief when she could focus on something else. It was like getting punched in the gut by your brain for committing a thought crime and to add insult to injury decided to also throw in a good helping of dread and anxiety. And yet, sometimes it could pay off. Or, she could actually be into a psychopath, and she wasn't sure which was the more likely outcome. But in the meantime, she'd just need to power through her personal issues as usual.