[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I dressed slowly, favouring dark green leggings with an oversized sweater today. I wanted to be comfortable to stave off the reprimand I was sure to get from Nic. I took even longer in my bathroom, which seemed to wear off Max’s last nerves. He came sauntering into the bathroom and meowed loudly. I jumped and sighed.

	[color=#DB7093]”Fine…fine.”[/color] I put my hair back down, moving it to frame my face before opening my bedroom door. I peek my head out, looking down the hall. I can hear some crying and murmuring, but nothing significant.

	Max waltzes out of my bedroom, forcing me to follow. I hesitate as I walk out to my living room, which opens into the kitchen. [color=#DB7093]”Good morning,”[/color] I greet, the words sounding strange. [color=#DB7093]”Does anyone want coffee or tea?”[/color] I inch towards the kitchen, hoping it will provide sanctuary. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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	I sleep in the following day, allowing myself a moment of luxury. It isn’t often I wake up alone, but it is nice when I do. I rub my eyes and lift myself onto my elbows. A table with a tray holding my morning coffee is in the corner of my room. I inhale the smell from here and sigh, throwing back the covers. Standing, I walk to the table and prepare my coffee. I take a small sip initially to make sure it is right.

	I grab the newspaper for the day and head out onto the patio attached to my bedroom. The sun beams down, warming the floor and my body. I set my paper down on the patio table, prolonging the morning news for a moment longer. I lean on my railing and sip my coffee while taking in the mowed lawn and forest beyond. Soon enough, though, my mind wanders to Nero, and I wonder how he fared with Crowley.