[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] Chinese Place -- Wichita, Kansas
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	Cassiopeia gave the waiter her order before she leaned back into her chair, draping one arm over the back of the chair. [color=#B22222]”Just don’t be disappointed if you find out something you didn’t want to know,”[/color] she warned Layla. Cassiopeia had adopted the attitude of their birth parents being dead and good riddance. She didn’t need that, nor want that in her life. She was completely happy with the little life they now had. It had been an upward battle but they had made it through, together. Cassiopeia didn’t need anyone else but her sister at her side. 
	Cassiopeia rolled her eyes at her sister and shook her head. [color=#B22222]”Right cause I need that drama right now. Besides, guys are too intimidated around here when a woman can shoot better than they can. You can’t tell me you’ve had any recent success with that knife throwing of yours and landing a man. Well I mean, I guess you could pin them in place easily,”[/color] she teased her sister. As for finding a woman who Cassiopeia was interested in, there were slim pickings. 

[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’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. [color=#F08080]”That’s… what really?”[/color] She glanced at the letter one of the girls pulled out again before Willow reached into her bag and pulled out her letter. She scanned over it again before setting her letter on the table. [color=#F08080]”This can’t be a coincidence but it can’t be… I’m not adopted.”[/color] Willow said firmly. She couldn’t be, that just didn’t make sense but these letters, they were one in the same, other than who they were addressed to. 
	Willow had to set her coffee cup down as she was now visibly shaking. None of this was making any sense and she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Willow was certain she was about to have a panic attack but she didn’t need that, not on top of an already crap day. She sunk down into a chair and tried to slow her rapid breathing.