The Arms Hotel, Saturday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

Jaye had had a bad morning, what with the being driven off a cliff, and the subsequent reconstructive surgery at an exclusive Swiss clinic, and today, now that she was finally at home, she could take the bandages off.

As the dramatic music swelled, the bandages slowly came off, and Jaye looked at her perfectly made-up brand new face in the mirror.

Okay, she was sort of hot. Still, she might have to go evil, or something, because of this.

[What the hell, open if you want.]