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Name: Delucca Sunday
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: I don’t know. What does “I don’t really care about gender” count under?
Species: Human, so far as I know
Any Children?: Um….no. Not unless one of the local kooky adoption agencies decides to foist some off on me.
About Me: I’m a 5’8” waitress with skin tattooed to look like a Kachina Clown. Don’t ask, I don’t think even I know WHY I look like that anymore. I think part of the reason had to do with dealing with idiots in high school, but at this point, my memories of any motivations I had at that point are kind of vague. That’s also when I got the rainbow dreadlocks and the majority of the piercings.

Anyway, I’ve kinda toned it down since I was a teenager. I still have the dreads-I like them, what can I say?-and the piercings-I just don’t wear them-and the crazy skin, but I don’t dress like I’m going clubbing anymore. Mostly it’s jeans and t-shirts, stuff for work really. That’s really one of the only times I leave the house. It’s not really that I’m a shut-in, it’s more I just don’t really have anything else to do and I enjoy my job. Some of the people I hung out with when I was younger were always trying to get me to go clubbing with them, and that kinda turned me off to going out in groups. I don’t get many dates-well what do you expect from a girl who looks like a punk and acts like she’d rather be working?-so that sort of company is out. That, and I’m picky as all get out, in both friends and dates. I’m not particularly social-I’m nice enough, let’s face it, you’ve gotta be with my job-but I don’t really want to bother with going out and trying to find people to spend time with, when I could have just as much fun watching movies or reading books by myself. It’s much easier to appreciate solo entertainment when you deal with people asking you annoying questions about your life day in and day out. I don’t really like talking about myself-be surprised you got this much out of me-and I especially don’t feel like divulging my past to anyone. It’s my business and if I felt like sharing, I’d tell you without having to be asked.

Blah, I really don’t feel like messing with this section anymore. I probably left out PLENTY of things about me, but honestly, I don’t care. If you can find someone who’ll date me at this point, I think the material I already covered should be the worst of what they’d have to deal with dating me.

Hobbies: Enchanted Glass Blowing. I’ve been doing it since I was in elementary school, and it’s kinda fun. It’s a weekend thing I go to. The school it’s taught at is a small magic school a ways outside of the town I live in. I wasn’t particularly into the magic scene when I was young, don’t really care about it, but Glass Blowing sounded interesting since I saw a documentary on it when I was seven and wanted to try it sense. The enchantment brings it to a whole new level of interesting, to say the least, and I don’t really have to bother with too many people for it.

I also collect and read books on mythology and fortune telling from around the world, and I’m starting to collect items that’d be considered magical in other cultures. Again, not really for the magic portion of it, but other cultures are simply fascinating. I like seeing what other people think, but anyway. Again, talking too much.

Talents: I’m pretty decently at the artistic design portion of the EGBing, and I can read rather quickly. I’m told I’m rather talented at being able to balance a large number of mugs on a tray and have them given out quickly to all of the right people, but I consider that just a byproduct of having my job for as long as I have. Oh, and I’m good with hair, apparently-though come on, with hair like mine, I have to know at least some about how to deal with the stuff. I work hard to maintain the upkeep on my dreads so they don’t get nasty and so the color doesn’t go sour.

Looking For: Someone I can have intelligent discussions with, I guess, who knows the value of a night spent chilling out with a good book after a hard day at work. And someone who won’t bug me about my past or appearance too much.

Other: –shrug- nothing to really fill in here at the moment.

Why was it that, regardless of when the mail arrived at the building, it always showed up in a pile shoved ungracefully through Delucca’s door in the morning as she was just getting out of bed? And usually that pile was comprised almost exclusively of junk-mail or misdelivered letters for her neighbors. She had a feeling that the people in charge of sorting the mail downstairs were just being lazy as they knew she would end up properly sorting and delivering the letters and bills to their respective owners. An easy paycheck for them, and a reason for Delucca to actually look through the stack for items that weren’t her bills, as bills were the only mail Ms. Sunday ever really received.

This daily task was what led to the woman uncovering the letter containing the profile and information for the dating agency thing. Sitting at her kitchen table, in her pink pajama bottoms and a white wife beater, the waitress stared blearily at the paper before her. Being as she didn’t have to work on the weekends, she had plenty of time to fill the form out but…why? She was perfectly content with her life as it currently was, a life that ran like a well-oiled machine-get up, sort mail, go to work, come home, watch movies etc.-why throw something into the works and stop it from running properly?

Shaking her head softly, the dread-bearing woman stood, leaving the profile on the table as she went in search of a pen, resigned to her decision. The why was easy to answer, she knew the because of her question very well. It had nothing to do with always looking back on that moment and wondering what would have happened if she’d acted differently. The reason was that Delucca Sunday knew herself, and knew she was a skeptical shut-in who liked her solitude, had been so for a good many years, and she was bored shitless. Sure, she took an interest in the things she read and did, but honestly, it was all becoming monotonous and too routine. May as well try something different, may as well see if there was someone somewhere who she’d be able to get along with.

Rolling her eyes, Delucca sat back down and got to work filling out the form. “I better not be getting myself into something stupid.” She grumbled at the paper. Not like she knew it was compelling her to fill it out. Not like she knew that she’d never really had a choice in the matter. And if someone in the future ever told her of that, she probably would just end up saying “whatever. What’s done is done.”

A half an hour and a shake of her head that had cause the large scrunchie that held her thick mass of dreads out of her face to break later, she was putting the form in the envelope and getting it ready to send back as per instructions.

I’m lifting you up
I’m letting you down
I’m dancing til dawn
I’m fooling around
I’m not giving up
I’m making your love
This city’s made us crazy and we must get out
- Must Get Out, Maroon 5