whatever

who: eris
where: The Echo
when: early morning

In a move that was born entirely of a 'fuck it' mentality, Eris had decided something. She was positive at this point that the city was fucking with her. That some spirit of it, some essence of the place, some beating heart and soul had it out for her. And, in keeping with the spirit of spite that she was sure it had, she was going to fuck right back. Or, she was going to do that in her very Eris sort of way.

After the kind of night she'd had, with the talk with Eric, the car stealing gone awry, the carjacking she stumbled on with that goddamn DiGiovanni affiliate...she was thinking she just really needed to do something else. That didn't mean she wouldn't keep trying to leave the city. She was determined on that score, and nothing would stray her path. Or, nothing that was in the realm of possibility, anyhow. But she had other things she could do. And so she did. And her first step with that was she sat down at an all night diner and wrote down every little dirty secret she could think of off the top of her head that involved the upper class. Most of it was legal implications, but she tossed in some other bits that people would possibly kill to keep out of the public eye. She just didn't happen to care all that much.

After she did that, she headed to the Echo, and literally picked a name out of an edition she found lying around, and she shoved what she had in an envelope, and addressed it to her 'Marian Grady'. She did leave a note with it, that she didn't sign her name to. All it said was: Nothing quite attracts attention like dirty laundry.