[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] Apartment -- Wichita, Kansas
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	Cassiopeia glared at her sister. [color=#B22222]”It’s your cat!”[/color] she yelled at her sister. She looked over at Fuzzy, watching her with a knowledge in her eye of what the carrier was. [color=#B22222]”I’ll deal with you later,”[/color] Cassiopeia decided and went to tackle her own cat. Artemis had run away as soon as he saw the carriers but at the very least, when Cassiopeia had to put him into a carrier. He didn’t scratch her ever, just would whine and protest. She could hardly blame the animal. The only time he was ever in a carrier was to go to the veterinarians.
	After Cassiopeia got Artemis snug in the carrier she looked at Fuzzy and crossed her arms. [color=#B22222]”Look, we don’t have all day and I’m sure you will have more space at this new place we are going.”[/color] She grabbed some treats to try and entice the cat. Cassiopeia didn’t exactly want claw marks covering her entire body because of a cat.   

[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] Willow’s House
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	Willow set her phone down after getting a reply from Sierra and looked over at Annie. [color=#F08080]”If I’m being honest, I haven’t quite come to terms with everything either. I’ve been thrown through the ringer today but I know what I saw Annie and I wasn’t the only one. Look, why don’t you have a little something to eat and then we’ll go for a drive by this warehouse okay?”[/color] Willow had to admit, having someone to go with to the warehouse was better than going alone. 
	Willow finished up her meal and drank a full glass of milk before she stood back up off the floor and stretched. She walked over to her closet and searched from some warmer clothes to get. It was getting later in the day so a dress wasn’t exactly ideal anymore. Willow loved the changing seasons but she had to admit, she would cling to her dresses until the last possible minute before it was too cold to wear one. Still, she did have winter dresses and insulated leggings for those days she absolutely couldn’t go without wearing a dress. She didn’t find dresses as the stereotypical femine construct, she simply felt most comfortable in that clothing. Willow slipped behind a dressing curtain she had in her room and dressed into a white sweater with dark red skinny jeans.