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I'm Good Gabby, starting my first day of spring break being lazy.
Reap, I think you linked Reel Big Fish twice. Its so catchy.
And how is everyone's day? : )
The pale face human that stared back at Eleana through the reflective glass was unhappy. She worked the delicate nerves, triggering the faces humans tend to wear when they feel emotions: happy, excited, sad, angry. Anger was Eleana's favorite face her human mask made. She loved how her curved eyebrows arched together and her plump lips would either push together in a pout or a stretch across her face into a snarl. It didn't seem to matter what emoticon she pretended to wear because her eyes gave away her true feelings. She was growing restless again. The flesh cage around her was beginning to suffocate her. She could feel her wings try to spread and push against the glamor, her sharp talons tearing at the skin with no result. She knew how easy it would be to shed this horrible skin if she truly let go, but the promise she made long ago was always fresh in her mind. Remain human, keep the secret, keep us safe. Vladimir passes by Eleana's table, and her face goes back to neutral. No more over thinking these silly things, she had a performance to prepare for.

With a flustered sigh, Eleana reaches for her brush and begins to process of teasing her wild hair. It may be very useless, but Eleana liked her human hair. Once it was put up and held into place, Eleana starts on her clothing and makeup next. She removes the silk robe to reveal a skin tight leotard. It was a simple black one piece with long sleeves. Eleana had cut a number of small slithers into the sides to show a little skin. Finally, the deep red dress was adorn onto Eleana's frame. It was made with a material that would burn away easily at the climax of Eleana's performance to reveal the leotard underneath. Her favorite part of the dress were the strips of cloth that clung to the sleeves. When they catch fire, they gave the appearance of wings. The unhappiness returns to the women staring back at Eleana from the mirror. Without thinking, she raises her arms above her head, locking her wrist together and watches the artificial wings catch in the breeze. The sadness her human mask was wearing almost felt real..
Just like Wings.
The thick black stitching zinged-zagged across the sun baked skin of Mr. Eastwood. Olivia draws herself back to survey her handy work from a distance.The older gentleman who would gave the name Clint Eastwood had found himself the victim of a drive-by shooting a week ago. The surgery to remove the pistol shell and reconstitute the damage done to his lower abdomen had taken Olivia quite a few hours. However, the good doctor was able to stitched Mr. Eastwood together like a human rag doll and sent him on his marry way. Until he stumbled into the clinic today with his stitches pulled open.
Once the stitches have been looked over, Olivia covers the wound with fresh bandages and looks to the older man sternly. "I didn't realize horses were in such a abundance in L.A Mr. Eastwood, but I had assumed you knew horse riding fell under strenuous activity. Obviously I was wrong, So, this time I strongly I suggest taking the bus until that wound heals." With a wave of her hand, Olivia waves the delusional man out of the examine room just as a nurse appears at the door.
"Someone name John is here for his test results, he didn't give a last name."

Olivia snaps off her gloves with a nod and begins to clean the bloody gazes and tools used to stitch up Mr. Eastwood. "Haven't had a chance to look at the results myself, send him in and bring me the results if you would please." She remains with her back to the door, but she can tell when John has entered. She turns and motions to a table and set of chairs on one side of the examination room. "If you would John." She goes for the other seat across from him, hands folded neatly on the table and legs crossed at the ankles. "How have you been John?" She ask with a professional but hollow smile. The warmer side of Olivia was saved for people who needed the comfort, like the young and the dying.
Fair enough, I'll try to have a response up by late tonight or tomorrow. Would be sooner, but mid-term paper is keeping me busy at the moment.
"John goes to the Free Clinic" Sounds like a very informative children's book.

Is there any certain news Olivia needs to give John?
Facelessrecon, your signature just made me emotional.
if lack of characters become a issue, would it help if we double up on characters?
Ok, cool. So ready to start.
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