[center][h3][color=darkviolet]Elize Vanzant[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The Party
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Dallas Relo/Open[/center][hr][hr]


A tall willowy figure headed towards the loudness of the party, her cousins were the brightest and bubbliest bunch you could imagine but what could you expect from the children of Apollo. Her uncle's children were what one would picture when you thought of rich, plush children. She had not lived such a kind life though, it was part of the reason that as she moved there was primarily silence. Even her heels sounded hushed, they only made a soft click as they hit the ground rather than the loud clack most women made in heels. Her upper lip was already partially curled as she drew closer to the boisterous group of people. 

Apparently Dallas had not bothered to put any of his shit in his house. Absolutely none of it. She could only assume that her mother had insisted upon this visit because they were family. She had met them on other occasions, mainly after being forced to do so in school. Elize's specialty was not people. The little birds in the trees surrounding the little party were calling and chattering, hoping for food to be left outside. She sent out a small pulse of reassurance there would probably be plenty for them to snack on in the waking hours of the party. She was glad for her cousin's laziness just this once, outside was clearly where she belonged. 

Elize settled her face before she entered into the lit area of the party looking for who around. It was very clear that directly inside Tara was screaming about something or another while Vivian was chattering eagerly about someone or something. Nothing of interest to Elize surely. 

She maneuvered fluidly through the crowd of people, not touching anyone. That was an added benefit of her latest gift from her mother. People tended to move away from her without having to be asked. Her blue eyes cut across the inside of the house to find what Tara had been screaming at, Dallas. Of course, he had managed to make her angry. That was nothing unusual though. What was unusual was the smaller girl attempting to make light of things and really only making things worse than they had been to start with. 

She moved silently, her loose blouse billowing on her willowy frame while her jeans clung to toned legs. Though she was not particularly fond of other upright readily sentient beings she did have somewhat of a sense of fashion. She was quickly moving through the people to make her way behind the bar. 

"[color=darkviolet]Dallas what have you started now?[/color]" She murmured as she reached the bloodied young man.