[b] Kaori ( castle cell) [/b]
[i] Day 336, or whatever the hell day it is

What am I suppose to write now? How do my days in the castle dungeon go?

Wake up in a cot that’s probably had at least 20 people die in. Sometimes i sleep for days if the last torturing session took its toll. Stare at a wall. Try to use my powers that never quite work or are completely gone. I guess that happens when you’re human, and the guards inject you to keep those down. Stare at a wall. Ignore who ever is in the cell next to me. Stare at a wall. Eat the ‘food’ and water they give us and try to keep it down. Stare at a wall. And then Sleep, while staring at a wall. Oh, and there’s this guy i think about every now and then. I call him daniel… this notepad doesn’t have enough paper to expand more on that one. but he was there, in the hotel, from day one with me. We’ve kissed a couple times. Maybe it was once, or never… i can’t quite remember, these years are getting to me but i know he’s kind of..close to me. There’s also Nixon, who is whenever. The lycan brothers...er cousins Kain and alfons.
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Kaori dropped the pencil and notepad next to her cot she sat on, crossing her arms and pushing her back against the stone cold wall as the small bunch of paper protesting being carelessly tossed about with a thump, the sound of it’s papers whooshing in the short current of wind after it going along with it. 
 Kaori’s Brown eyes skittered across the surface of her cell, hardened from years of anything but an easy life. The fingers of her right hand tapped across her elbow over the rip in the cell clothing. She reach up to run her fingers through the matts in her chocolate colored her, grimacing as she forced a few of those out. A breath left her lips. 

Knocking. She count them in her head. One. [i] Ignore it [/i] two. [i] Glare at the wall. [/i] than three. “WHAT?!” She lashed out, her voice cracking from never saying much and fuming pieces of anger. She wasn’t mad at the person, but her total situation, thinking her final resting place would be the dead-people cot. Her head throbbed and pound as she overexerted her body by merely trying to sound angry, to which she put her hand over her forehead and sighed. [i] For the love of god, talk since you pretty much haven’t for past year. [/i] After fussing at herself mentally, she walked over to the wall and crouched down next to it. 

“You know, normal people knock on doors, not walls.” She said coldly. Her people skills weren’t the best, and to be honest, she didn’t think it was worth refining them anyway if nothing ever stayed. What goes your name, stranger? Where are you from? You can call me that-girl from the hotel, or just...ka..” Her voice cracks on her and she coughs a few times. “Kaori”.
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[b]Delilah, nickname: Liliah (Castle bedroom)[/b]

The 4’8 young girl dug her pale fingers into her bedroom desk that held a wooden antique mirror, pressing her weight into her toes so she could see what would stare back at her. It was someone her age, and oddly looked alot like her. A pale, flawless complexion, crystal blue eyes, and blonde locks that cured slightly at the ends, all paired with a set of a sandy fox tail and ears- all of this looked inhuman, she was after all part werewolf, vampire, and kitsune. 
She waved with one small hand, opening and closing her fingers. The girl in the mirror waved back, her pink lips starting to twitch up into a childish smile that’d never quite make it there fully. Although beautiful, she’d always feel a gulf pit of sadness deep in her stomach that a five year old could never quite put into words . This castle treated her well, but never had her mother’s worried gaze and fluffy 8 tails she’d run up to squeeze them all into a hug- the white fur always made her sneeze, but she didn’t mind. Where was that?

 Father was also confusing. After leaving her cozy bungalow at the hotel, there was a point in the pathway she felt really tired and had fallen to sleep. When she woke, daddy looked different- instead of having striking features with hair like her own, he turned dark, with gawky-vampiric features that didn’t match her outspoken blood-wolf father. Oh well, who was she to judge? Dad changed faces, but after all, he still was her ‘dad’.

Liliah threw open her tall bedroom door, her tiny legs sprinting down the hallway. “Daddy?Daddy’s dog( werewolf) ?
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[b] Kate (With Nixon, forest) [/b]
“Hey, you found it.” The sound of Kate’s combat boots shuffling through dry dirt while snapping a couple of twigs came up behind Nixon. She took in the site with silence, save a few chuckles that escaped her lips after hearing Nixon record his ‘adventure’. “I thought you were talking about nonsense- well, maybe part of it. The only forest spirit here to torture you, is me. Your kind-of girlfriend?” She proposed, coming to stand next to his side. Nixon was and would always be tense upon the topic of romance, but the human female quite liked flustering her kind-of boyfriend vampire.
 She knew the absence of human blood took it’s toll on him without the hotel’s supply, but leaving that place was the best thing. Ever. Memories from the past 3 years was all that she still carried with her from that place- sometimes it was like she never left- dreams of torture were so surreal that the pain she felt while sleeping would bleed into the real world until she-or someone else- helped he come to her senses. She hid an extremely thin body under the black shirt she wore. Meals were a blessing, coming in abundance during summer and as scarce as an ocean in the middle of a desert during the winter.
Despite that, she still treasured every moment of freedom she could keep under her fingertips. After a few moments had passed of swallowing the fact that Nixon found a whole town, she spoke softly, her words almost being carried away with the wind. “So...What ...now?”