[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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[color=#B22222]”It’s just the same usually over and over. This is good though, has some good comedy. Right up there with Zombieland,”[/color] she noted. Cassiopeia looked at the letter, staring at the thin paper and shrugged. [color=#B22222]”I guess we could but the thing says to go there in three days. Nothing is going to be there now LaLa. Why don’t we do something fun instead. Go for a hunt or throw knives at the back fence,”[/color] Cassiopeia suggested. Cassiopeia had first gotten her love for archery from their last adoptive parents. They had been young but weren't looking for a baby to raise, which was usually the norm. When Cassiopeia and Layla had first met them, Cassiopeia had taken an instant shining to them, which anyone who was in the system, knew that was a bad idea. That time though, luck was on their side and they were adopted. There was no place Cassiopeia loved better than being outside, hunting and gathering. Well, except for day's off and that was snuggled in bed with the cats and her sister. 

The current episode ended and rather than allow another to start, Cassiopeia shut her computer off and shoved it away. She grabbed her muffin wrapper and crumpled it up before aiming for the trash can, which she missed. [color=#B22222]”Hit the bullseye every time but miss a damn trash can. That’s not right.”[/color] She then looked at the letter they received and followed suit. It arched nicely but bounced off the can onto the floor. Cassiopeia groaned and fell back onto her pillows. [color=#B22222]”I think that’s a sign I shouldn’t leave the house today.”[/color] 

[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 blushed from Sierra’s compliment on her name. [i]Relax Will, she’s just being friendly. It’s her job,[/i] she mentally chided herself. [color=#F08080]”Oh uh, social work,”[/color] Willow stuttered. She cleared her throat and busied herself by taking a sip of her coffee. It worked on calming her back to a relative normal and Willow flipped a page in her text. [color=#F08080]”Well you can stay if you like. Truth is I’m not a fan of studying but I have a paper due soon and a test. I love what I’m learning, just wish the work wasn’t so intensive,”[/color] Willow confessed. She was always a very open person, talked too much for her own good although she hardly noticed that. 
Willow leaned back in her own seat, officially distracted and took another sip of her coffee. Her stomach growled in response, wanting something more than just liquid. She looked over at the kitchens, smelling food and wondered when her order would be up. Willow heard paper flutter and turned her head back and saw Sierra look over some paper before slipping it back into her apron. Sierra’s boss came over announcing that she could leave since they were quite slow. [color=#F08080]”Well that’ll be nice. Free afternoon and all,”[/color] Willow commented.