[h2][i][color=20B2AA][center] Tzipporah Rashid [/center][/color][/i][/h2]
[center] Mentions and Interactions: [@Shard] [@RedVII] [/center]

[center][i] 'Metal benches are not the best support system for your lower back' [/i][/center] Tzipporah thought, sitting up, as an aching pain traveled up from her sciatic nerve all the way up into the back of her neck. She flinched and Osiris nuzzled her hand in a comforting gesture. As she sat up, she noticed the bar nearby was suddenly filling up. There had been next to no one in there just a short while ago. [i] 'So 3pm is when all the drinkers come out here, eh? Good to know.'[/i] People watching was one of Tzipporah's favorite things to do; she loved knowing why people did they things they did, and how other's minds worked. Because she had always been so different, she enjoyed getting inside someone else's head instead of her own every once in a while. Motioning for Osiris to follow her, she decided to get a little closer to the action; or at least within sight and earshot.

[center] On her way towards the bar, she passed another deviant holding a cloth over his face, next to a smaller boy, whom she assumed was either his friend or a little sibling. [i] 'They don't look so good. . . Do I have anything that could be of help? Oh, yeah!' [/i] Without saying a word, she approached the bench they were sitting on, while motioning for Osiris to keep his distance, as to no scare the younger boy. Crouching down, she unzipped her backpack and rooted around until she found small bottle of water and sat it down next to boy with the cloth over his eye. [color=20B2AA] "This should help the swelling. And I'm sure it will clean off some of that dirt too. Not good for infections." [/color] Standing up and letting a light smile through her lips, she carried on her way, and Osiris followed with one huge bound and landed by her side. Now being within sight of the open door of the bar, she could clearly see there was some sort of commotion going on inside. A rather attractive man was being held at gunpoint, for what reason she could not imagine. [i] 'What could HE possibly have done other than make other men jealous?' I wonder if I could redirect some of the emotions in here?' [/i][/center]

[center] Tzipporah glanced down at Osiris and whispered for him to return to her skin. She braced herself for the shock that always came with a 400 pound cat literally jumping into your body. As he melded with her skin once again, she lost her footing and caught herself with one hand and a knee. Getting her bearings again, she sauntered through the door of the bar and sat herself down at the seat right in between the bartender holding the gun and the attractive deviant. [color=20B2AA] "Why don't we put that gun down and do this the civilized way, shall we? We aren't what people say we are, don't you know? Why act like it?" [/color] She chuckled to herself as she smirked at the bartender, then turned around and winked at the man standing behind her. [color=20B2AA] "Take a seat, I don't bite; most of the time." [/color][/center]