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[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Amelia Payne[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Her home, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Landlord[/I][/center]
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	Amelia smiled nervously as Riley talked about where she was in a rather skip through manner.[color=c4df9b][i]' Bad subject...! Should have been more careful!' [/i][/color]She thought, making a mental note to not question about the other woman's past from now on. She could just read the general outline on the internet, but frankly it didn't really matter where she was from as far as Amelia was concerned. She gulped and nodded, stopping herself from making any remarks that could potentially ruin this newfound friendship or worse, make Riley hate her.

	[color=c4df9b]“Yeah... Almost...” [/color]She replied when Riley called for them to get going if she was ready. Thus Amelia hurried to return to the front door with a small bag that held her clothing she picked along with necessities and a backpack that had her art supplies. She couldn't quite bring her old beat up desktop pc after all, but her sketchbook and pencils for drawing were of bigger importance anyhow.”[color=c4df9b] I'm ready... let's get going before he shows up outside...” [/color]The girl said quietly, throwing concerned glances left and right down the halls, worried about the probably dangerous neighbor.[color=c4df9b]" Thank you again, Riley... For doing this for someone like me." [/color] She said quietly.

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[center][h1][color=fff200]Claire Winters [/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Olivia[@Nallore][/I][/center]
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	Ahh the lands of dreams were such a blissful place to be. Filled with endless of whatever you were dreaming at the time be it pleasure or nightmare. Claire was a person who was well versed in appreciating such things actually. Well she darn well had to be given she was just torn out of her blissful sleep by a really loud ringing of the doorbell followed by 3 knockes strong enough for her to hear all the way into her bedroom.[color=fff200]” I fucking swear, heads will roll this time...” [/color]She groaned as she got up from her bed and shuffled like a zombie towards the front door.

	She had barely reached the front door when her powers kicked in and she started reading the other person's mind. It seems he had her address for whatever reason and his name was Trevor Kingston. She looked out the spyhole, her eyes displaying the look a grumpy sleep deprived cop would get after one too many coffees and too little sleep.

	[color=fff200]“Whomever you think you are, you've got precisely 10 seconds before I return to bed.” [/color]She growled in irritation, not bothering to open the door because she was sure she'd punch the man in the face right away as soon as he saw said face.[color=fff200]” 10...9...”[/color]