#crhq.starter

BUZZ . BUZZ . BUZZ . DRIP . DRIP . DRIP . Lydia felt like she was going crazy all day . from swatting away flies that were not really there to hearing whispers and other things , lydia had been trying to calm the headache she been having . getting in the shower after a long day was the last thing lydia remembered doing ⸻ TWO DAYS PASSED and It wasn't until she stepped foot in the middle of the road that lydia came to realize what happened . she was cold , her body bare for anyone who would come across her to see . NOT AGAIN .

⸻ » there was no finesse when he walked right into another person ; the clumsy movement of feet, a suprised face, all carefully crafted to appear as human as possible. " whops, my bad! " he gently catched her arms to keep both of them steady, an embarrassed smile on lips. " i'm sorry, i didn't look where i'm going... are you okay? "

non-living things are not living , yet they live longer than the living . the witch thought about the museum inhaling so much of the world — all that history , all that spiritual juice , all the passions and laments of each visitor — without ever really exhaling . she had been making a living in beacon hills for a while now . as a museum curator , rowena was able to take what she wanted for herself , especially any magical items or cursed .

sunlight glinted off the pristine storefronts, a gaudy display of normalcy that grated against her ancient senses. still, the original vampire strode forward with all the regal poise of a runway model, her honey-blonde curls bouncing with each confident step. rebekah's grey-blue gaze swept across the passing shoppers, cataloging each face with the detached scrutiny of a predator sizing up potential prey. these people, these humans , with their fleeting lives and flimsy dreams... she envied them and their simple lives. their flimsy dreams and all. and yet rebekah found herself drawn to the endless racks of clothing and accessories lining the store windows. a thousand years of fashion had passed her by, trapped in a coffin or shackled by the very family she had sworn to protect. with the tilt of her chin, rebekah swept into the nearest boutique, her senses immediately assaulted by the cacophony of colors and fabrics. nimble fingers danced across the delicate silks and intricate lace, cataloging each item with a discerning eye. oh, how she had missed this - the simplicity of it all. so human. a wicked smile curled her lips as she selected a sumptuous gown, its crimson hue reminding her of the blood that sang in her veins. "excellent," rebekah purred, catching the eye of a nearby shop attendant. rebekah pointed "if you could be a darling and fetch me a few more... additions to my wardrobe. i fear i have some catching up to do."

many thought they know what beauty was in women ; but she’d surpassed all the language most had for it . such a lovely little thing . many did not know there was more to her than meets the eye . THE ALPHA . THE QUEEN OF THE DAMNED . yet very few knew her face . let alone , what she is . for the past few years she had been posing as the daughter of owner of the vortex . a night club and lounge many would DIE to get in .

It was the usual business as he stood as the bouncer. He was known as a man of intimidating height.It was a simple enough job look at the human ids and then decide to let them in. The boss called him indiscriminate- he thought it was just part of the job. He looked at the ID handed to him and the person.

" I can't let you in with this ID" He said simply, his baritone making him sound finite.

Kira usually doesn't do the lunch rush. So as the people starting walking she tried her best to keep up. The normally adept barista felt overwhlemed by the orders, each getting almost as long as the line. Kira kept pushing though forgetting to tie her shoes. As she got the macchiato in her hands she shouted.

"One macchiatio extra excholate pow-" and she tripped spilling the drink on the counter and a patron. Kira began to bow profusely. "I'm so sorry let me get you a coffee free of charge." She said looking through the pile of orders. "Can I get your order number or name please?"