Mistaken Identity

[Rayne C (DELETED 4874)]

She stared out the window of the hotel room she had acquired when
arriving in Harper rock. Her dark brown eyes gazing absently
thru the small patch of fog her warm breath created on the
glass. the reflection staring back at her was barely
recognizable to even herself. she was pale, her face thinner
from lack of sleep and proper nutrition from this trip.
Dark strands of hair obscured her features somewhat from the
outside world. a world she wished to remain absent from.
shivering a bit Her arms wrapped around her slender frame , desperately
trying to ward off the chill of the room.

Rayne had arrived earlier in the evening. Her contract said he
had violated the masquerade. What the hell did that mean ?
Her job was simple. find the man, kill him and head home. Turning
from the window with a deep sigh, she absently started unpacking.

The train ride was uncomfortable, cold and long. It was the
best way to remain normal. blending in with the crowds. she had
yet to earn her bigger tattoos , but the smaller ones would be
noticeable. In a town of vampires the last thing she needed was
to not blend in. The hotel was on the outskirts of town. it was
clean, comfortable and private. She paid well for the privacy.
She had lit the fire after setting her bags down , the room had
yet to reach warmth.

Pulling her sweater from the bag , she pulled it on and placed her
hands on her hips. the rest could wait , this could take awhile.
she would have to be cautious. nighttime was the most dangerous
but the best time to ask questions. Locking her door behind her,
she made her way down the stairs , out the front door shivering
slightly at the chill. " Damn winter " It hadn't even arrived yet
but she hated it already.

She first came to the moonlight lotus cafe. coffee would be amazing.
paying for her purchase, she took a small sip of the hot liquid .
Her dark eyes scanning the crowd quietly. His picture burned
in her memory. praying this would not take long. this city gave
her the creeps. last thing she wanted was to turn into one of
them.

[Sebastian Creed (DELETED 179)]

Business was going well, he felt he could probably do with an extra set of hands though, which would allow him to do more, for the business to gain even an better reputation by having more people to do things, spread the workload. Sebastian figured he would post an advertisement online for people to see and apply for the position, so he left his home not far from Wickbridge and made his way to the cybercafe next to the morgue owned by his sire.

It took him about ten or fifteen minutes to get there, once inside he headed straight for his usual table, noticing a face or two he had never seen around town before, and he was generally very observant. He was observant also of the shivering that generally washed over people when first walked in to a room or area, the shivering that accompanied the sudden draining of peoples joy due to his body acting as a conduit to the fade. He was beginning to wonder if it was due to his being a fadewalker, but whatever it was it was a curse, and occasionally drained the colour from his surroundings too.

But today it was just the joy, the colour remained. He used the same wording he had used before, having a premade file saved to a USB flash drive so didn't have to keep writing the same thing out everytime he wanted to hire someone new. It only took a few short minutes to get the listing posted up, and then he sat back, stretching a little, deciding to wait a bit to see if there were any hits straight away before heading back home for a bit.