[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#B22222]Cassiopeia Hood[/color][/h2][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/f50d353ba90047f0ad9707f170596609/tumblr_ogyf9rFegy1r23joco6_r1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Cassi’s Bedroom -- Cassi & Layla’s Apartment
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Hunting season was full blown in Kansas right now and Cassiopeia had been up before the sun everyday for the last week and a half guiding them all. She helped out with some of the regular hunting tours but she primarily helped with the archery hunting which would run until the end of December. This was definitely the busiest time of year for her and her sister when she helped out but that wasn’t bad considering all the money they would be making. And when money was involved, Cassiopeia had no problem working overtime but today she had taken a blessed day off, needing it and so when her twin sister walked back into the apartment from already being at a morning class, Cassiopeia was still lazing in bed. Artemis was at her feet, keeping her already warm toes heated and she had her laptop open, watching mind numbing Netflix shows. 
[color=#B22222]”Bed,”[/color] she called out to her sister. Cassiopeia made no indication of wanting to get up or move. [color=#B22222]”Bring me a muffin or something!”[/color] Her stomach started to rumble, indicating that she still hadn’t had anything to eat this morning. The warm bed and cat snuggles were beating out the human need for sustenance. Slowly Cassiopeia stretched and yawned, her strawberry blonde hair was a mess but she didn't bother to try fixing it. Although Cassiopeia and Layla were indeed twins, born seconds apart, they were not identical by any means. Artemis let out an annoyed meow at being shifted but didn't make a motion to move yet.

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#F08080]Willow Jones[/color][/h2][img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/34400000/Klaus-Mikaelson-Caroline-Forbes-klaus-and-caroline-34448889-245-245.gif[/img][hr][color=#F08080]Location:[/color] The Diner
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Willow had just driven over from school, just starting her lunch break and she didn’t have her usual shift at the library so she decided on some different scenery. The local diner wasn’t much to look at but it was a piece of home with that same cozy atmosphere and it wasn’t the loud hustle and bustle or eerily quiet of University either. Willow got out of her SUV and locked the doors before she bounced into the diner. The smell of strong coffee and freshly buttered toast greeted her and she smiled happily before scanning for a seat. She found an open booth and decided to take up residence, setting one of her psychology textbooks down and slid into the worn seats. Willow sighed, content and ordered up a coffee and orange juice while she looked over the menu to see what was appealing to her. 
There were a few familiar faces in the diner but they all looked somber for the most part. Curious. While she waited for the waitress to come back Willow riffled through the mail and found the letter that was addressed to her again. There was no return address or stamp, it was rather confusing but Willow opened it anyways and scanned the couple of paragraphs. She had to reread the thing a couple of times but it still didn’t make any sense. Lots of people knew who Willow’s parents were but she was getting creepy vibes from the words watching you. She set the letter down and scanned the diner. Who could be stalking her?