Trailblazer // Outside the Dojo // 9:32 PM // Natalie. The Jeep only contained one living soul onboard, but it carried a free spirit that was the carefree Natalie, who was laying down in the backseat, her car's stereo blasting Bob Marley's "I Shot The Sheriff" as she stared into the black roof of the vehicle. Her head leaned up against the door and her feet were covered by a pair of converses as she left them outside the door, the red shoes not matching her blue skinny jeans but instead the red tank top she wore under her open grey sweater. A joint rested between her lips and a bong on the floor, as she was relaxed and in a state of chill, which reflected her typically chill and calm personality when she wasn't trying to be sarcastic or an ass. Hell, she hadn't roasted anyone all day. ((Open))