[quote=Lemons]
Gavin sighed. "Well, yes, but there wasn't much metal to work, and I actually made most of my money from being a street performer. It's amazing how much money somebody will pay to see a blob of cold liquid metal jump around like some sort of insane frog. It was pretty easy too, and—hang on, what's that? The pattern on your hand, what is it?"It appeared to be some sort of intricate spiral tattoo, done in red and orange ink. There was no discernible meaning to it. Perhaps a status symbol of some sort? His mind branched out to the many things that it could've meant, and as he waited for his answer, he wondered what the ink was made of. Most of the tattoo ink out there had some sort of ferrous component, which would be useful to know about if he needed some sort of distraction in a tight spot. His eyes followed the spirals up to her wrist, where it disappeared behind her sleeve, presumably continuing up her arm. He looked up at her curiously."
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"This?" Sylvia said while removing an apparent splinter from
her hand.

She turned around and leaned on the edge of Gavin's seat, removing her jacket to show both a white T-shirt with the small words, 'Faith is the world's best joke, and it's sad because so many people fall for it,' and an intricate tribal tattoo that stretched from her right hand to her shoulder and across her upper chest. 

The spiral on her hand was apparently the tail to some great bird, which looked as though it was falling out of the sky. There was an arrow lodged in its neck, with a bit of blood at the point of the wound. Enscribed in small calligraphy by the Phoenix's throat were the words, 'Nihil sit ut vivat in aeternum'

"I got this when I reached that point in my life when bad things started happening, and good people started getting hurt. Particularly, my brother. Unexpected, I know, I got upset when was killed." Here, Sylvia's playful, sarcastic tone was exchanged for one of exhaustion. "He always thought that he'd live forever, you see, he was at a point in [i] his[/i] life where he thought that nothing bad could happen. Then he died. So, yeah, the situation is pretty self explanatory. The Phoenix, this mythical immortal bird, thinking it is invulnerable, is shot down by something as simple as an arrow for its ignorance to the harsh realities of the world. It had grown to believe that there would always be second chances. But you need to earn second chances, they don't just come naturally. The Phoenix grew lazy, always knowing that if trouble came to it no harm would be befallen. Therefor the Phoenix lost its privilege, having stopped earning its immortality. This is two things to me. It is my personal reminder to never get comfortable, and my message to the world to watch its back, because trust is a dangerous thing."

Sylvia sighed, flicking the splinter off somewhere onto the floor of the train.

[i] Must've gotten it before I arrived here. Weird.[/i]

"The farther you think you are from death, the easier it is for it to sneak up right behind you."

Sylvia thought about Gavin for a moment, and looked up to him, saying, "You know, [i] boy[/i]," she chuckled, no longer speaking with malevolence but teasing him, "You can call me Eve if you want."