Schizoangel takes a moment to look up from her book and strech a little.Standing up,she reaches to the sky and simultaueously unfurls her raven-colored wings with a satisfying crack of her back and neck.Then as she reaches down to straighten first her corset then leather pants and boots,her eyes make a sweep of the dim smokey bar she stumbled upon during her travles.......and wonders just what kinds of beings hung around this place................
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