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[color=#49ad79] [h3]Aila Atleo[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Faraday Heights 26B – High Street and New (on her way to work).
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Danny/Dad 1 [@HalfofLancelot], Ethan/Dad 2 [@Undine][/i][/center]

Aila sat alone on the corner of the couch. Curled in on herself thinking thoughts she knew a therapist would tell her to keep from her mind if she had ever bothered to see one. Until suddenly, lips brushed against the top of her head and they pulled her out of her trance like a puppet on a string – Danny always knew the small ways to make Aila stop thinking so much. She let her legs go and sat on the couch like a normal human being for a few moments as Danny retrieved his coffee. 

"You eat, yet, Buttercup?" Danny called from behind her in the kitchen.

[color=#49ad79]“Oh, yeah that’s alright Danny you don’t have to make me anything I had a granola bar.”[/color] Aila said giving her first pseudo-father a small smile. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Her second hunk of a father-

A therapist would probably comment on that as well now that she thought of it. But all the same he strode out of his room as confident as usual.

For a moment everything was wonderful. Ethan had started performing one of his soliloquies about making snow forts and having snowball fights. It was nice hearing about him and Danny in the past, it made Aila wonder how long they had really known each other and if they had really [i]known[/i] each other. Danny knew that Aila was an other and she suspected about as much from him all things considering, like his lack of reaction to the news. She suspected most people of being other. Human’s like Ethan, they felt so rare, so pure… And then the news decided to speak up.

[quote]“So we’ve heard the source of this storm is the ‘Unseelie Fae’. Does that mean that everyone who dies in this storm today should blame them as well? Say someone gets into a car accident, a child wanders out and dies of exposure, who is to blame? Usually we’d blame it on nature. But we know better now.”[/quote]

Ow.

As Ethan sipped out of his ‘Aila luvs u’ mug with an odd cut-out of his face on it and drank his warm coffee, he pondered. Did he know anyone who wasn’t human. Did he know any [i]monsters[/i], animals, beasts, murders, serial killers, monstrosities… 

[color=#49ad79][i]Well of course, Aila - he knows you.[/i][/color]

[color=#49ad79]“I gotta head to work guys.”[/color] Aila said quietly sitting up from her spot on the couch and turning to Danny with a shaky jaw. [color=#49ad79]“You two stay out of trouble today, I’ll pick up dinner on the way home – don’t worry I know the favourites.”[/color] She said warmly giving Danny a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, the same to Ethan. [color=#49ad79]“And Danny,”[/color]

[color=#49ad79]“Those snowball fights mean a lot to Ethan so if you cheat I’m gonna give you a time out when I get home.”[/color] She said with a sheepish grin as she slithered out the door grabbing her winter coat on the way out. 

Unfortunately, the smiles Danny and Ethan worked so hard to build up, too hard, didn’t last long when she was walking in the cold alone. 

The cold in Britain was typically comparable to Canada, but it didn’t get quite as bad on the worst days. Days like this were actually rather common in the Canadian winters. She attempted to find premade footholds in the snow, stepping into them making her gait while she walked rather clunky. Days like today made her seriously consider purchasing an iPod, it might be a worthwhile investment for a girl like her. 

She wondered briefly for a moment, would Ethan still treat her the same when he found out she had murdered people. As a werewolf no less? No, he probably wouldn’t. She knew she was living in a glass house, but the problem was it was somewhere she felt accepted. 

Why wasn’t there a saying for what to do when you live in a glass house that’s cracking? Do you get out, or do you enjoy how beautiful it is despite it all?

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[color=#2f556b] [h3]Eve Lumière[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Faraday Heights 24A (Still a little chilly – maybe not hell)
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Freddie [@Roosan], Blake [@Undine][/i][/center]

At first glance and knowing who she was, one might assume Blake was a very personable person. She was, but in the morning it was on need to know only. While Eve did hate mornings, she also took great pleasure in being a pleasure to be around and as such, it came across that she liked mornings. 

[color=#2f556b]“Blake my darling, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, besides you got me an in – our landlord’s quite the looker you know.”[/color] Eve mused poking at the air towards Blake. She giddily stood up and made her way to the kitchen.

[color=#2f556b]“Mr. Queen, if you could just show me – a poor girl how to fix this faucet.”[/color] She said mockingly feigning innocence. She laughed quietly to herself before giving up the charade. A much more serious tone made residency in her voice afterwards.

[color=#2f556b]“You must be busy this morning, what with this ‘Helsing’ on the loose.”[/color] She said, venom dripping from her words. [color=#2f556b]“I don’t quite like the idea of people seeking other people out like it’s a fucking witch trial”[/color] Eve said walking in front of the window by Blake’s left. [color=#2f556b]“If we shoot them and they don’t die they’re a vampire, if they do we get to bury them like the person they were.”[/color] Eve mocked pointing a finger gun at the window.

[color=#2f556b]“I’m sure you’ve got lots of fan mail from yesterday darling, I’ll pick it up.”[/color] Eve said dropping her act and returning to the same sultry Eve that haunted her apartment. She made her way outside and quickly took a trip down the elevator. She didn’t [i]really[/i] care that she was in her towel, but to make appearances she put a hand on it. ‘God forbid it should fall.’ 

She was correct – of course, mail by the truck loads must’ve been in their box. She swiftly grabbed the top thirty or so and left the others to wait their time.

[color=#2f556b]“You have to make an example of these letters, strike fear into the heart's of the others.”[/color] She thought to herself. As she made her way back up to her room she found herself sifting through them – perhaps [i]someone[/i] wanted to get in touch with her and not Blake for once. An ex lover, a future lover, a current lover, tax returns, anything? 

Freddie exited his room, probably to do the same. Eve perked up, speaking of future lovers…

[color=#2f556b]“Ah Freddie, enchanté, how are you?”[/color] She said in her ‘you don’t [i]know[/i] me yet’ voice.

[color=f26522]"Uh... I'm good, yes, f-fine, good. You are? I mean, sorry, I mean, how're you?"[/color]

[color=#2f556b]“Oh sweetheart that’s so kind, I’m doing very well, no thanks to these Unseelie Fae though.”[/color] She said shooting a playful glance to the outdoors. [color=#2f556b]“You take care of yourself, be sure to pop by if you need anything.”[/color] She said turning to her door but keeping his gaze. [color=#2f556b]“‘Revoir!”[/color] Eve said in her disjointed Quebecois.

[color=#2f556b]“Boy across the way’s pretty cute.”[/color] She said dropping her cute French voice when the door had closed behind her and Blake was awaiting her mail.

[color=#2f556b]“They’re all for you, there’s some more downstairs as well.”[/color] She said taking her seat back on the coach. [color=#2f556b]“I might have a little cat nap soon, you’re welcome as ever to join you know.”[/color] She said in her sing songy voice she usually teased Blake with.