[right][sub][color=B42020][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] those talking at the conference 
more specifically: [@The Muse] [@BeastofDestiny] [@Allycat] [@Aviaire] [@Jun]
→ those at the Mayor's house [@Kitty][/sub][/right]
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Sitting in the crowd, with his terrible disguise on, Damon clenched his teeth, trying to hold his tongue. What was the news now? Absolutely nothing. And he couldn't help but revisit a dark place in his mind. This wouldn't be the first time he waited for answers and solutions. Honestly, the main reason he loved Lily so much was because of... 

[indent][color=dimgray][color=df9797]"It'll be okay, big brother."[/color] Sitting at her bedside, his fingers interlocked with her frail ones, Damon looked at a young girl with thin, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/82/fd/6082fdfe25bd24d350055f004d3c5b24.jpg]blonde[/url] hair. She was his half-sister. A child his mother had with another man that wasn't his father and yet, her kind and wide smile made him love her more than he could explain. While the old TV hanging from the ceiling played some sort of cartoon, he stared dejectedly at her. 

Her beautiful blonde hair was shedding more and more each day. It was hard to look at her failing health and not be able to do anything about it. He wanted to save her but this was beyond his control. While the room itself felt like there was no beauty and hope in sight, the center of it, where his sister laid brightened the atmosphere. Brightened the hearts of those that watched her get worse. He'd think she'd be the most frightened, the most scared of them all... but her spirits kept everyone else looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. 

That shouldn't be her job. 

She shouldn't have to fight this on her own. 

He should be strong for her, but why couldn't he? Why was this hard to deal with? Why couldn't he pretend that he saw a silver lining in all this? Why... did she have to be sick? His growing despair was interrupted by her angelic voice, [color=df9797]"Thank you for the lilies. They're beautiful."[/color] She comfortingly squeezed his hands, never looking away from his sad gaze. 

[color=B42020]"Anytime, Lula."[/color] Tallulah Robinson was truly a light in this world and didn't deserve to be in this bleak room, with such a stagnant smell, and wall paint that reminded everyone of this unfolding nightmare. He couldn't lose her. He didn't want to. How would he be able to wake up every morning, knowing she no longer was in his life? That she joined other angels and would be dancing in the sky, playing her acoustic guitar and soothing them to rest. He didn't want her to die. 

In silence, he watched her pull her delicate hands away from him and reach for a red leather notebook, by the vase of lilies. She grabbed a hold of it and weakly pushed it towards him, [color=df9797]"Can you promise me something?"[/color] 

Confused, he looked at the notebook that waited for him. Why was she giving him her songbook? This was one of her most cherished items. He simply responded with a dumbfounded expression, lifelessly blinking as he expected her to continue. After she let out a couple of coughs, she deeply swallowed and quietly asked, [color=df9797]"When you're ready, can you make my songs? I want people to hear them. I know they're not your sound, but it would be nice if these lyrics reached someone."[/color] 

Tears started trailing down his cheeks, he reached for the book but didn't pull them out of her hands, [color=B42020]"What are you saying? These are for you to sing and play, not me... we'll go to the studio tomorrow!"[/color] For the first time, in a long time, Lula gave a broken pout that had her heartache written all over it. Her green eyes were like music from a great orchestra, where the violins were playing, and it showed her inevitable acceptance of her fate. 

[color=df9797]"Please, Damon?"[/color] She desperately begged him. 

There was an insatiable fire that burnt all the oxygen out of his body, leaving him empty. 

He was so selfish.  

An unsettling stillness filled the room. He couldn't handle it. Getting up, he placed the book on his chair and gently laid beside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her forehead and whispered, [color=B42020]"...I promise."[/color] 

This was the least he could do, until her dying day.[/color]
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[center][h3][color=Crimson]"Please, someone find my baby! Tell me where she is!"[/color][/h3][/center]

Damon brought his forlorn stare to Lily's mother and grimaced, realizing how useless this meeting was turning out to be. No leads? Are they fucking serious? [color=B42020][i]Article clothing... Opal lake... fire... mayor's house... fire.... mayor's house... FIRE![/i][/color] Damon was close enough to catch the whispering and jolted up in his position. Talking loud enough so he could be heard while everyone was rushing, he spat, [color=B42020]"This was a waste of everyone's time."[/color]

His eyes widened when he thought of the one thing that was most definitely in that house, that Lily cherished. Instinctively, he started booking it, running right through Elizabeth and Elliot, pushing their shoulders. [color=B42020]"Shit, sorry!"[/color] He barely paid any attention to the boy with the glasses, who wasn't too far behind them (Kei). DDay's gold-plated Walkman (which has an endless amount of music on it, including songs of his in the works) fell to the ground, which he didn't notice. The music player had his initials on it: D.A.D. 

Running outside, passing the entrance where Ollivander and Vanessa were chatting, even stopping for a second to do a double take as he noticed how much the girl looked like his beloved friend, he eventually found his ride and yelled,  [color=B42020]"CREED. LILY'S."[/color] The manager heavily sighed. He knew things would only be made worse if he refused. He just hoped this wasn't a mistake. 

While Damon was in the car, he threw off his glasses, teared off the wig, and took out his contacts which would surely dry up in the heat. After unbuttoning his plaid shirt and tying it around his mouth (in hopes that would prevent him from getting too much smoke damage), he revealed his white tank. 

[color=778899]"What... are you planning to do?"[/color] Something dumb most likely. Hopefully the paramedics were there. 

[color=B42020]"If Angel is still alive, I do not want her to find out that Pearl has gone to kitty heaven!"[/color] The rational thing to do was to drive away from the blazing house, so his client didn't get himself killed. However, Creed knew Damon had enough guilt and regret in his life and maybe, just maybe this would be good for publicity. He wouldn't be far behind if Damon took too long. Sighing once more, Creed decided it was for the best to enable the reckless behavior as they pulled in front of the house. 

[color=778899]"Just... come back, alive."[/color] 

After giving a cheesy grin and a thumbs up, DDay threw the door open. There were a lot of people on the scene, although that wouldn't stop him. He knew parkour! He didn't see Mirai drinking across the street, or the Turners arriving moments after him. The dark-haired celebrity was focused on one thing and one thing only, so he charged forward abandoning all his fears and inhibitions. Firefighters and the police tried to stop the manic boy, but he swiftly dodged them. Too fast!  Like he did earlier, he broke a window, but this time kicking it until he could get through it. 

[b]"What are you DOING?"[/b] A firefighter tried to grab his arm and pull him by force, which was only rewarded with Damian pushing the shit out of the service member, out of his way.

[color=B42020]"Back the fuck off! [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/150450495759056896/619932533219655710/Screenshot_20190907-092943_Pinterest.jpg]PEARL[/url] IS IN THERE."[/color] 

[b]"Who is Pearl?!" [/b] Another man yelled, frustrated at the stupidity being displayed. 

Without answering, the idol climbed into the window and disappeared within the smoking building that was caught ablaze. Perhaps, Damon had a hero complex and didn't know he did - he just needed to save this cat. He had lost enough already. 

Pulling up by the Turners' vehicle, Creed exited the car with furrowed eyebrows. [color=778899]"I hope you know that idiot loves your daughter."[/color]