#theduskengineer

"Well. I didn't think I would be seeing you for quite a while." A gentle hum and she stepped closer "Figured you just would have been happier leaving for whatever you have been doing. We both know I'm terrible company." Izzy let out a little dry laugh and found her self flopping into a chair "Good thing you can't see my ugly mug. I've been getting into too many fight to have a pretty face anymore. And you don't want to know how little care I've been taking of my metal bits. You might have to yell at me." "I've uh. I've missed seeing your face Ro. You already know all the cool kid sappy bullshit I should probably say to you or something."

Sneaks around the house to find Roman, attempting to be sneaky even as she had mechanical legs. Hugs him and kisses the hell out of him once she's found him, practically bouncing away after.

She felt physically sick. Her thoughts chasing one another round the bush like a dog trying to catch it's tail. While it could happen the realization would be painful. It was her fault. And now? They barely had enough time to think as they adjusted to become resistant to the Beciles and what they were. She had already become a terrible person again. Killing didn't bother her when it came down to the line of her life or theirs. Illicit deals, contracts that would never see the light of day, horrible things that she just tried to walk through... adjusting to life as it was, at it was going to be. As a mobster? It was tougher than she would ever admit. But to survive that was what they had to do. Adjusting. Adapting. She felt like a parasite or something. Her mentality was breaking down. She couldn't handle the thoughts in her head. She glanced at the time and sighed. Getting up she made her way to a book shelf, reading one of the beaten books. They distracted her like nothing else could. And when she looked up it was morning again and time to go to work or something... No sleep for the wicked right?

She was bruised and exhausted, half of her wires were shorting out painfully. She hardly wanted to look at her face, much less her mechanical workings which practically were screaming at her stop moving but was one of the few things keeping her going... just a few more blocks... She was at the front of the house and opened the door, slipping inside and wobbling before she collapsed into a chair. Clearing her throat that felt raw and hoarse from yelling at them. She made one hell of a distraction at least. " Roman?" She sounded worse than she had hoped. She just hoped he was home, and not sleeping. Otherwise she was going to be stuck here until he showed up. It was near the kitchen thankfully "Roman? I super hope your home." She hated to admit she looked awful but, her face was scraped and bruising, her neck mottled with finger marks and bruises, something was wrong with her thigh again and her knee felt like it was on fire even though that wasn't physically possible, it usually meant exposed wires.

So I was looking at a game called Omerta city of gangsters. And I really enjoyed it because it reminded me of the storyline that's currently going on. When you get a chance you should look it up :D

Izzy frowned softly. Thankfully she had small boobs, so wrapping them wasn't necessary for the style of dress. But she still looked overly feminine. It was frustrating her and with a soft sigh she gave up, walking out of the bathroom in street clothes. Slacks, slightly scuffed up shoes, a long sleeve and a vest. It was a little big on her but that wasn't too bad. "Roman help. I still looks like a girl. What am I doing wrong?" The Spine had gotten dressed already and was sitting on the couch, waiting on everyone else. Reclining on the couch and reading a magazine from the table, his feet on the arm rest of the couch and he gently plumed steam when he glanced over at Izzy. she looked to clean and pale in his opinion.