[center][color=red][h3]Stefani Roche[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 30B Faraday Heights (Cosy central)
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: [@Write] Yuki and [@EsmetheGreat] Maggie[/i][/center]

Putting her washed and dried plates back into the dinky cupboards of the shared kitchen, Stef shook her head. [color=red]"Nah, I'll pass. My hair takes a hella long time to dry, even with a hair-dryer."[/color] She answered with a roll of her eyes. She loved her hair, but why did it have to be so [i]goddamn thick?![/i]

As Yuki continued talking, Stef picked up on the slightest bit of discomfort in her words and expression - hidden well enough, but it was still there. Deciding it would be wise not to pry - not to mention she'd look paranoid as heck if it turned out to be nothing - Stef didn't mention it, instead answering Yuki's query.

[color=red]"I'll have to see. If John entertains me enough, I'll stay - but I might swing by Queen's place, see if Megumi wants to play in the snow or something. I don't think she'll be at school today."[/color] She said with a grin - she was sure the little girl enjoyed snow just as much as herself. And Alastair would likely be happy for Stefanie to take her off his hands for a few hours too. Asshat probably wanted to get wasted. [color=red]"I'll go and get dressed - oh, hey Mags."[/color] Offering up a quick wave and smile to Maggie, Stef ambled back to her room, closing her door behind her and looking it over.

It was a hella cosy room. The lights had shades over them, as Yuki had been kind enough to nail them up for her. it was a lot easier than having a dimmer switch put in, not that Stef would have been happy with the effort and money that would have gone towards something like that. The rest of her room reminded her enough of her bedroom in Colorado, but not so far that she felt homesick each time she came in. The colour scheme had become a lot darker, for example - simply for her eyes. Dark purples and blues absorbed any sunlight that would filter through the window, far better than a whitewashed wall would. The bed was a 3/4 one, a definite upgrade from her single that she'd had since she was 4. It was piled high with pillows, fluffy throws, and several types of plush animals. A desk sat opposite her bed, with various things piled on top of it - paper, straighteners and curling tongs; make-up scattered here and there, with a paintbrush haphazardly set in her hairbrush pot. 

Ah, her paintings. One of the more expensive things Stef saved up for now were art supplies. Sketchpads, oil paints, watercolours, even a box with charcoal in it. That stuff was messy, but she enjoyed using it all the same. She even had some crayons if Megumi ever wanted to doodle with her.

Slotting a CD in her player, Stef got dressed to the upbeat sound of The Killers - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPa89K_viiM]All these things that I've done.[/url]

[color=red][i]"These changes ain't changing me, the cold-hearted boy I used to be..."[/i][/color] Humming along to the lyrics, Stef tamed her hair into a ponytail, straightening the ends so they looked somewhat less curly. Not really feeling the overly "grown-up" vibe today, Stef made do with some eyeliner and a wee bit of mascara for her make-up... and of course, the concealer on her neck. 

Pulling on some leggings, boots, and a gray long-sleeved sweater, Stef packed some things in her bag and walked back into the kitchen, digging through various drawers to try and find her gloves. She always kept them in the weirdest of places. One time she found them in the fridge, next to the butter. 

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[center][color=khaki][h3]Nicolas Black[/h3][/color]
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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 5631 Spruce Ave.
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Nikita [@Apokalipse] [/i][/center]

In any other situation, Nick would have made some kind of snarky comment to Nikita - either about the place she'd just been and what she'd been doing at said place; the slamming of the door; or the lack of shirt underneath her jacket. However, he could tell she was already in a bad mood - no doubt over the things he'd just seen on the news. Also, he too was shirtless. He could hardly complain.

[color=khaki]"Good morning to you too."[/color] He made do with that, taking another gulp of tea before answering her question. [color=khaki]"And yeah, I've watched it. Fuckin' arseholes - not that I expected anything less."[/color] He sighed, leaning back in his chair, stretching slightly. [color=khaki]"He wasn't going to last long. If the humans didn't kill him, an Other would have taken him down just for blabbing."[/color]