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[hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Her apartment, French Quarter
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@hayley] Sebastien Charbonneau- texting[/center][hr][hr]From the amount of light filtering through her shitty curtains, Hecate guessed it to be morning. Of course, it didn't make much of a difference to her. There would still be that dull ache burning the back of her throat, and sleep would still refuse to grip her. Upon hearing the sounds of the rest of Bellingstone rising from their pitiful slumber, she forced herself to get up out of the white leather chair she had been sitting upright on for the past four hours without even blinking. It helped preserve her energy, sitting so still; especially seeing as she hadn't fed in a while. As if the burning was not enough to remind her of this fact, she winced as something sharp pierced her bottom lip. Glancing in the mirror, she watched intently as a single bead of blood trickled down her chin from the now-healed slice on her lip. With some effort she managed to retract her needle-sharp teeth and drag herself into her bedroom with her usual grace.

At average human speed it would have taken Hecate half the day to get ready the way she was now; what with curling her blonde locks, applying a thin layer of lip gloss on her lips and, of course, squeezing herself into a dress. Yet she managed to complete the tasks in just under fifteen minutes, including her standing in front of the mirror to ensure nothing was out of place. The [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/16/bb/0916bb795c565af276fb6dc17cd50666.jpg]dress[/url] she was wearing was one of her less revealing ones, and quite a simple one, really. It consisted of a layered lacy material of white and navy blue, buttoned down the torso. The skirt fit her shape nicely, yet still managed to reach her knees in a loose manner. It was pretty summery for this dreiche weather, but Hecate took pride in standing out. The necklace she wore didn't necessarily go with her outfit, but it was a must. If she didn't wear it, she'd most likely be very uncomfortable.

She had heard word of this carnival, mainly from other coven members planning to stir up trouble amongst the humans. She didn't plan of being a part of their shenanigans as she expected there to be a fair number of those hunters going, but Hecate had made up her mind a while ago to show up anyway. Besides, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do. 

The slamming of a car door caused her to sneak a peak out of her window which was misty with condensation. Huffing impatiently, she wiped the glass with the hem of her dress to get a better view of outside. Hecate's brow quirked as she recognised the figure getting into the Caprice. It looked like he had the same idea as her- to scope the festivities out. Reaching for her phone, she punched a quick message out, her eyes skimming it over before pressing send.

[quote][center][b]To: Sébastien Charbonneau
[color=turquoise]You going to the carnival? Posters are [i]everywhere[/i] so don't pretend you don't know about it. See you there, maybe, it could be [i]très excitant[/i] ;)[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

Without waiting for the regret to set in because she dared to use a smiley face, Hecate shoved her phone in her handbag and slammed the door to her flat behind her. The loud noise rang in her ears, causing her to wince. Being hungry had many similar symptoms to the typical hangover, she thought, but far more intense. The vampire girl left the block of flats in a blur of blonde hair which, to any passer by, would merely be a sharp gust of wind. Her necklace bounced against her throat, and she could almost feel the enchantment pulsing through it as she slowed to a brisk walk, now a good distance away from her home and on the borders of the French Quarter of Bellingstone.