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[h2][color=#49ad79]Aila Atleo[/color][/h2]
[sub]Location: Faraday Heights 26B[/sub]
[sub]Interacting with: Mentioned Ethan [@Undine], Danny [@HalfofLancelot][/sub][/center]

[color=#49ad79]“The wolves are coming, I’m sorry.”[/color]

She was on a beach. She was stranded, there was no one there but her and she was being swallowed by the sea and her loneliness. She felt a breeze on her thigh, she rolled over.

She was atop a building, it was Faraday Heights. Her mother was there. She gently caressed her face, smiled at her, and informed her that dinner was almost ready. A tear rolled down her mother’s cheek. She jumped.

She was in her room, looking at herself. She was sleeping, a wolf watching in the corner of her room. It jumped.

She was looking at her wall. The snowy brightness shone in past her blinds into her eyes. Her blanket only covered the top half of her body. This was the worst nightmare of all. 

Aila slowly rolled out of bed wiping tears from her cheeks with the sleeves of the oversized sweater that functioned as an entire outfit of pajamas. She let her feet drag against the cold floor as she shimmied towards her door. She walked into the living room – there were a few beer bottles it crossed her mind that Ethan and Danny might have been drinking last night but the thought exited her consciousness as quickly as it entered.

She went to the bathroom. She gently turned the tap on, splashing some water against her face. She took off her sweater and stared at herself for a moment in the window. With a sigh, she turned off the tap and turned to turn the handle of the shower. She waited for the water to heat up.

She entered the shower. 

She stood immobilized by many things, the temperature of the bathroom outside of the water, fear, anxiety. She gently scrubbed her stomach and thighs. Her hand gently grazed the scar on the outside of her right thigh.

[color=#49ad79]“Do you remember April 15th 2005?”[/color] She stopped and focused on calming her breath which she hadn’t realized until now had quickened into short bursts forcing air in and out of her lungs. She immediately stopped the water. 

Aila sat down on the floor of the bathroom, on a towel. She hugged her knees close to her chest and wept silently.

Dressed and ready to leave for work in about an hour – Aila put a pot of coffee on for the apartment and pulled a granola bar out of cupboard munching on it slowly. She ate for survival – not for pleasure.

She took the pot off of the maker when it deemed it was time and took three mugs off of the rack they hung upon over the stove. She had them custom made not too long ago for herself, Ethan and Danny.

She slowly poured the coffee out of the pot into their respective mugs and sat down silently on the couch. Not taking up too much room – yet even the amount she occupied, she felt, was too much. She had one eye on the progressing winter storm and another on her cup of joe as she drank it slowly, waiting for time to march onwards. 
 

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[color=baa880]Yukiko Abe[/color][/h2]
[sub]Location: Cozy ass Apartment (30B)
Interacting with: Stef [@MiddleEarthRoze], Mags [@Esmethegreat][/sub][/center]

Yukiko watched Stefani retreat to her room and let out a small sigh. 

[i]’She definitely noticed.’[/i] She said to herself quietly.

Yuki walked over to the fridge, went onto the tips of her toes and barely managed to reach on top snatching the mittens that lay waiting – somehow finding a home in a place Stef could no doubt not reach. Yuki gently laughed to herself and sat back down on the couch.

There were real circumstances to living life now. She would have to start practicing combat again. The ‘popular’ others the one’s that had a life in Britain before something like a Kitsune had. Werewolves, Ghosts… Vampires. She wouldn’t let any harm come to Stef and the first step to solving that problem was making sure she knew who Yuki was and what she could do. Honesty, Yuki had found out, was the best answer to times like these. When people like her and Stef were hunted door to door, finding each person with a life just unstable enough to knock over and following through with that plan.

Yuki even felt uncomfortable leaving Stef alone for the amount of time that she was going to have to get what she needed from the library. But it would be necessary.

[color=baa880]“Stef, I’ve got your mits!”[/color] Yuki called teasingly towards Stef’s door. 

She grabbed her own scarf and wrapped it around her neck gently. At least humans didn’t bode well in the cold – this storm could keep Stef safe even if Yuki couldn’t.