Fable was sat in a dark corner of a bar at an hour past midnight. What was she doing here? She wasn't entirely sure, but she knew she hadn't been able to sleep. She'd walked down a path and that path had led her here. To picking at a meal she didn't really want just to avoid drawing attention, thinking about how another person had just been murdered for the same reason she might be, how the murderer would most likely be her own twin sister, and how a few months ago, she'd have done the same thing and not thought twice about it.

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Elise was walking the dark streets of Gravette late at night. She was impressed with Fable for coming to this city. It was the most obvious location to head, as they'd both known about the higher concentration of Supernaturals here for years. This made it the last place to be worth looking, and therefore an excellent hiding spot; a double bluff. Elise had lost several weeks checking all the other likely locations, but how she'd found her sister again. Well, not exactly. Fable was in the city somewhere. More specific than that, Elise didn't know.

That was why the purification of the creature named Eric Grayson was perfect for Elise. Though this crime may have baffled normal humans, to Elise it was obvious that Grayson had been a Supernatural, most likely a werewolf. Why else would her kin have used silver bullets? Anyway, it was not difficult to find out who Gray's friends were, since so many of them lived in the same block of apartments. And when Elise discovered that several of them frequented the same bar, a place called Paradise, it seemed all too obvious to her - this was one of those establishments that pretended to be genuine, but was really just a hiding place for the monsters that plagued this world. Elise had seen a handful in her work. The only reason she wasn't going to burn this one to the ground was that she didn't know if there were any humans inside.

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Fable realised that a teenage girl sitting in a bar eating macaroni at midnight would come off as a little strange to the local populace. Since she had now finished her meal, she figured she probably had passed the point of no return in that regard. So, rather than trying to play off her weirdness, she decided to try to come across as weird in that amusing, friendly sort of way that some people were so good at. So, she sat next to the creepy man with the gun, sitting directly between him and the detective he was staring at, so she would be directly in his field of view.

[color=Black]"You seem like fun,"[/color] she said, wearing her best smile. [color=Black]"Have you ever shot anybody with that? I saw you putting it away as you walked in. Stories with guns are always [i]so[/i] exci-"[/color] A flash of black hair visible through the broken window, moving quickly. Without a word, Fable got up and went to use the restroom.

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A moment later, Elise walked in. Taking a position where she was visible from anywhere in the room, she spoke loudly enough that anyone who cared could hear her. [color=Crimson]"I'm looking for a girl. She looks an awful lot like me, except-"[/color] Elise pointed to her left eye [color=Crimson]"-her left eye's green. Anyone seen her?"[/color]