[Little Thief]

"He had 63 ways of getting money, the most common, most honorable ones being stealing, thieving, and robbing." -François Rabelais Name: Emily Quirke Age: 25 Occupation: Thief Hunter

[clara-gable]

"Housemates gotta stick together," Clara promises to Emily with a melodic giggle that wrinkles the corner of her nose as she heads down the hall in the direction of the rooms most of the inhabitants of Greystone occupy. Only a few had made it to the second floor and one would now be in the west wing. A quick shudder rolls down her spine at the thought of Dominic, but she quickly pushes it down to replace the bright grin upon her lips.

Stopping before a door, Clara turns the knob and steps to the side to allow Emily access to her own living quarters. “And this is you. You can pretty much do whatever ya like to the place. To decorate, ya know.”

[quirky-emily]

"Yeah I guess so." Clara seemed nice, but Emily wasn't going to trust her so easily. Still, it was better than some of the people she had to deal with in the past so she decided to count her blessings. "You mind if I ask how long you've been here? At Greystone I mean." Perhaps she's been there for a long time and that was the reason why she was comfortable enough to appear friendly. Being stationary for long periods of time tended to allow people to let their guard down, as Emily discovered.

She stepped into the room, allowing her bag to roll off her shoulder and plop onto the floor. It was a decents size and at least she didn't have to share it with anyone as far as she knew. "I can do anything I was to it?" A quieter window would do--one that would make it easier for her to sneak out of if necessary--as well as another exit in case of an emergency. And she needed a place to keep all of her stolen money too.

[beckettwoods-deactivated2014122]

"Ah. Another fucking night in another fucking shit hole." Mark leaned back in the armchair he was currently occupying, a sardonic smile on his face. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave-that was just the fact of the matter. He was stuck here for who fucking knew how long,and throughout all of this, he’s been feeling himself get stronger. Faster. Quieter. It was like he was turning into some sort of predatory animal, a tiger waiting to pounce, footsteps silent as death itself—which made sense, considering that he, himself, was dead.

That thought brought him up short for a moment. I’m dead. Whoop-dee-fucking-do.

Mark always had to pause for a moment when he remembered that fact. He was dead. He was no longer living. He wasn’t…human, anymore. A strange thought in a strange place—at least he had nowhere he had to be. He wasn’t all that hungry, and so, in one of his more peaceful and human states, he settled down to relax, plugging into his music and trying to drown out the world, still hoping in some corner of his mind that this was all just a nightmare.

Unfortunately for him, Alastair had made arrangements for him to stay here. Permanently.

[beckettwoods-deactivated2014122]

[quirky-emily]

The next time she went out to make some extra cash, she would have to remind herself to bring a purse of her own. She'd stolen about a hundred and fifty dollars--a penny compared to the amount she could take in New York--and a surprisingly large amount of condoms. Part of her wondered how many babies would be conceived today because Emily took their protection. With her pockets mainly filled with the condoms, she searched for a garbage to toss them in, or perhaps donate them to anyone within the house who was sexually active.

On her way to the kitchen, she noticed a body in one of the living areas and peaked her head in. She hadn't seen the face around there before but she hasn't seen everyone either. Keeping her distance tended to be how she survived in this world. Still, she had condoms to get rid of and she figured he was as good of a person as any to ask if he needed any. With a small smile, she murmured, "Hey. I don't know you but I have a random question for you." She pulled out one of the condoms and flashed them to him. "You need any of these?"

[billie-deacon-blog]

Billie returns her gaze to her book. Sarcasm was the most common language spoken in this place, to the point of it not being worthy of a response. If the words were meant to be funny or lighthearted, they weren’t received that way, so Billie focused of the accounts of demon possession written in the book on her lap and contented herself with the knowledge that if the woman tried to attack her she had a knife in her boot.

The only question she truly cared about asking is one that’s met with another frivolous reply. Maybe she was a werewolf and ashamed of it, and in that respect Billie might actually be able to respect that, but she kind of doubted that was the case. Most likely either a human or a witch, but the way she spoke was enough that Billie had an almost instant dislike of her. “You’re either new to this life, or just an asshole.” Billie remarks quietly, turning a page in her book and continuing to read. The answer didn’t matter much, because either way it made her lose complete interest in speaking with the woman, so instead she just sips her beer. “Probably both, if I go by my gut.”

[quirky-emily]

Emily's eyes narrowed on her map as she finally figured out where she needed to go--or at least she thought she did. Unfortunately she was too short to look over the hedges to double check. They should give newcomers a map for something like this. She played with the blessed ring on her thumb and glanced back at the woman with little to no interest. Now that she had a sense of where she needed to go, she didn't need to be with her any longer than she wanted to.

"I'm mainly an asshole. I've been in this world for almost ten years." Although hunting was still new to her, she had no intention of telling her this. She was not foolish enough to begin telling everyone of her weaknesses. "Since you asked, I'm assuming you're a human." Vamps and the wolves had senses high enough to tell each other apart (or at least that's what they told her) leaving the witches and humans to figure it out on their own. She cupped up some of the fountain water and brought it to her lips, not caring if it was an infested germ pool or not. She was thirsty and she wasn't going to ask for a beer from this woman.

[exorcistmitchell]

The question had him lifting an eyebrow, though it was more for the phrasing then that she asked at all. He wanted to think that counted for something, but he was aware that to some extent, just telling her was potentially a challenge. He didn’t know enough to say that with any certainty, but it was a possibility he was aware of. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that just because she wasn’t a witch didn’t mean she couldn’t do damage just by putting her hands on some of the things they kept behind locked doors. “Upper west wing and back room of the library are both off limits. Also warded. Lower west wing is off limits during the full moon, likely for obvious reasons.”

They didn’t have that many wolves on staff, but he wanted to keep it that way, and the words were as much for her protection as anyone else’s. He watched her for a moment and he wasn’t sure if that was her only question, but he took the words as an invitation to say his own piece. “I’m familiar with your file,” he told her. He’d read it and committed it to memory but it didn’t make him predisposed to bias. Just aware. “That being said, I know you won’t. I have certain expectations of everyone here and one of them is that you’re intelligent enough that I don’t need to make threats or go out of my way to enforce them. I expect you to do your job, refrain from causing problems, and that ultimately you won’t become a problem. Beyond that, anything you do in your free time is your business.”

[quirky-emily]

Emily nodded at him as she processed what he said. She had seen those areas already of course and the people guarding them informed her that she was not allowed in said places. She was tempted to try anyway and even thought of a way to sneak in if she really wanted, but after reminding herself that she was trying to be good, she left. "Yeah, I know about those, but is there anything else?" Some people tended to forget to mention certain places were off limits until they found Emily in there, taking what she wanted.

She paused to try to remember what some of the other questions that she had were and he took that moment to begin speaking to her. A small smile fell onto her face as she listened to him and nodded. "I'll do my job, you don't have to worry about that," she muttered, some of her pride seeping into her voice. She wasn't always a good hunter, but she was confident in her abilities. Staying alive was what she did best and it was a quality you needed in the world of hunting the monsters in your closet. "And you actually answered my second question. When we're not off playing ghostbusters or whatever, we can do whatever we want right? Even some of the stuff that we used to do?" Buying and selling various objects on the black magic market was a good business for her, particularly some of the more difficult deals. It would definitely bring her a lot more money that picking pockets.

[hide-the-wilder-side]

Composure is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s like flipping a switch and other times it’s like scaling a mountain. Dolly had known for a while, years before the Tenebrae found her, that things weren’t quite right in her head. Repetitious torment and fear had given her new instincts that were supposed to smother the old. For a long time it had worked, but now she found pieces of her true self seeping through the cracks in her veneer. Like a pendulum, she swung back and forth between what was right and what felt natural. One kept her alive, the other assured her death, and Dolly did not want to die.

However, what perhaps had frightened her the most, was that it wasn’t simply fear now that helped her make her choices, but a kind of calculating process of what was expected. She had saved human lives before and struck down monsters simply for following their natural instincts, and she was still expected to do that. Everyone was happier when they thought she was broken, and she was okay with letting them believe that until she had things figured out. Until she decided her next move. Dolly had waited twenty-five years for her last escape. Patience was a virtue she possessed in spades.

As she pulled her dress on over her head, she glanced out her open door (because she still refused to close it) and was smiled at the person passing by. “Any fun plans for the night?” she asked, with her trademark, polite smile.

[quirky-emily]

On most days, Emily took to wandering around this new building. It had long lost the charm she originally found in it and now it was simply her environment, the place she would have to use and manipulate the way she saw fit. Despite wanting to not cause anymore trouble, she would have to do what was necessary to keep herself alive, especially given all of the witches and vampires around. No matter what people said to calm her worries about them, she would not show her back to any of them. That's how she survived in the streets of New York and it would be the same way she survived now.

After getting a good look at the restricted areas (or as good of a look as she could get) she turned her route back to the bedrooms, intending on getting some sleep before heading to the city to make some money. She was tempted to play a three card monte con to get quick money, but the thrill of reaching into another person's pocket and taking what they had was too much fun to pass off. Running her thumb over her fingertips, she was itching to swipe something--anything--as long as it fit in her pocket.

Her eyes searched around for something and noticed the open door. She raised her eyebrow at it, not realizing that people were so open around there and as she noticed the woman dressing she realized that some people were very open about things. "I'm heading to the city to get money. You've got any plans?"

[reinette-dartois]

"En France, on étudie les hommes, en Allemagne, les livres," Reinette quotes easily in her native tongue. There’s always something comforting in the French language, in the beauty of its vowels. It sounds like home to her. The quote hits home too. For her country had taught her beauty and culture, music and the glory of their land. But her countrymen had taught her hate and violence, all the harshest lessons she could ever learn in this world. The cruelty of men, the sickness lying deep in their hearts. Women and children murdered before her eyes. And she had been sold off to a wealthy individual. Marius. A part of her would always despise him for that, another part would love him eternally.

Reinette sighs, boredom overtaking her as she focus remains on the contents of the shelves and not of the other woman speaking to her. “Your kind will always be blind,” she informs the woman dully, “You choose to be blind.”

[quirky-emily]

"Right back at'cha," Emily murmured, not know what she said at all. She could only speak English as well as some sign language, but only than that, she could hardly even say hello. She never thought to make conversation with the wealthy French immigrants she wiped money off of. As for the girl, Emliy was pretty sure she was insulting her in some way. If a person randomly started speaking to you in another language, that was generally the reason why.

She flipped the page of the book, finding it boring once she was finished looking at all the pictures. "Right. We all walk around with out eyes closed." Despite the sarcastic tint to her voice, she was agreeing with her. After all, she made her money off of the stupidity and blindness of humans and other being. "Most creatures are blind though and anyone who thinks they aren't are fooling themselves."

[exorcistmitchell]

The voice isn’t familiar, but when he glances up he can recognize the face from the picture attached to her file. There are certain risks attached to her as well, but as they go he thinks they aren’t as drastic as they could be. The penchant for thievery could either be an asset or extremely detrimental, but it counts for something that the most dangerous things they have here are behind locked and warded doors. All the same, he’ll reserve judgement.

"Emily Quirke," he says, more to affirm that he knows who she is than anything else. He can assume by the words that she already knows who he is, and that at least spares him the introduction. It always surprises him when transfers don’t, because if he were changing sects he’d want to know who he would be dealing with. He puts aside what he’s working on, and if it were more sensitive material he’d be more cautious with it. "I have a minute. There are some things I’d like to go over with you as well, but ask your questions first." 

[quirky-emily]

She smiled weakly and nodded. "Yup, that's me." She played nervously with the gold ring on her thumb as she awkwardly stood in front of him. She figured she already knew the type of things he would be going over with her. It would have to do with her "borderline kleptomania" as the psychologist told her or her "lack of consideration for authority." They were lectures she's heard before but considering how scary he was, she was willing to hear them again.

She took a deep breath and nodded once more. "Right, so. Uh, it's nothing too big. I was wondering what parts of this place are supposed to be off limits." She was very aware that she used the word "supposed". "Also, I know that you probably heard some stuff about me and I'm sure most of them are true, but I swear I won't cause any trouble here." Not intentionally that is. She had a knack for making it anyway.

[clara-gable]

"I know," Clara replies quickly, shaking her head as a crinkling of her nose suggests she’s fully aware of who Emily is. "We’ve been expecting you," she explains, recalling Emily’s file from when it first appeared as a transfer to their sect. She had caught that one quickly and skimmed the file. And since nothing about the woman seems as though she’s been possessed by a demon, Clara is fine with her as an addition to the sect.

At the declaration of praise to her home, Clara glances around the space, an affectionate smile pulling at her lips. She likes it here too. And while the building is impressive, and the grounds ever more so, it isn’t the place that makes her grin or spark that warm, fuzzy feeling she gets when she thinks about it. It’s the people inhabiting it, the ones who are quickly becoming like her family. “It is pretty cool,” she agrees with a nod.

"Well, c’mon," Clara nods towards the space she had come from, still all grins and friendliness, "I’ll show you to a room so you can get situated."

[quirky-emily]

Emily raised an eyebrow at her, wondering what kind of research this girl possibly did on her. She wasn't sure if she was calmed or more anxious by the realization that they were expecting her there. "Right," she muttered. "Of course. I should have known that." There was no knowing how much the others already knew about her, not that she was ashamed of her past, but she would rather not have people constantly thinking she would pickpocket them when she passed. For most people, she wouldn't ever dare to do something like that.

She raised an eyebrow at her statement. Pretty cool was something that you called an apartment of a nice hotel. This place was definitely more than cool, even if she thought that it was supposed to be a castle. She hadn't even seen all of the house and she was already confident that this place would be one of the better places she's ever stayed in.

Following after Clara, she continued to look around. "Thanks for taking pity on the new kid around. I don't know how ong I'd be wandering around without your help."

[quirky-emily]

Will you have a problem keeping your hands off of your housemates' things?

It depends if those things appeal to me… or if they piss me off.

[quirky-emily]

Do you like Greystone so far?

It’s okay. As long as there’s a roof then I’m alright.

[billie-deacon-blog]

Billie glances up when someone she doesn’t know walks into her space. She was smiling, which only had the brunette on the ground frowning as she lifted the bottle to her lips. The request is an odd one, and if she had been willing to take her eyes off the stranger she might have glanced around at all the available space there was left in the maze center. “Then you shouldn’t have walked in.” Billie says. Nevermind that she had done the same a few weeks ago, but she’d found her way out without Roy’s help and even found her way back here today. Hunters shouldn’t need help moving through unfamiliar terrain, assuming that joining the Tenebrae meant she considered herself a hunter.

"What are you?" Billie asks, narrowing her eyes and looking over the woman. She didn’t seem like a Vampire, but she could have been a dog, or maybe a witch. Witches, in general, didn’t bother her, but she didn’t like to see them lose control either. Laying her hands over the words in her book she looks up at the woman, if she really was one and not a bitch in human skin, waiting to hear her answer. Some people had called her prejudiced. She didn’t really give a fuck. If you weren’t human, then you were a monster and she killed monsters. There was no room for a grudging friendship there and not a single undead fuck or dog would find that with her.

[quirky-emily]

Emily raised an eyebrow at her and sat down on the fountain, an acceptable distance away from this girl. It seems like the welcome wagon at Greystone isn't necessarily as warm as in other places--not that she cared. She wasn't there to make friends. All she wanted was to learn and to repay her debt. "Right. I should have ignored the huge maze in the backyard for the rest of my time here. I'll just stay inside and read about labyrinths instead." She took a moment to inspect her map once more, figuring out what she did wrong. She looked up at the sun and tried to determine which passage she could take to get out.

"I'm pretty sure I'm a girl the last time I checked." She put a hand on her breast and nodded. "Yup. I am." She knew the question that she was asking, but if she was going to give attitude, Emily could play the same game. She figured it was obvious that she was human, even if wolfy features tended to look like humans. She was definitely not a vampire and all that was left were witches. One good look at her could easily deter that assumption, at least that's what she thought. The woman didn't look to have any blessed object to allow her into the sun which meant she was not a vampire. That was good enough for Emily to at least give her a shot at not being annoying.

[reinette-dartois]

Reinette’s eyes follow the woman, cold blue following each movement and calculating exactly where and when she could have the perfect attack. But killing this woman would endanger her space in the new home and she knows better than to mess with the Tenebrae. They could be ruthless and while she’s worth more than a human hunter, she knows vampires are easy to replace as well. Maybe not a child vampire, but she isn’t entirely sure that’s her purpose here. She thinks Greystone is more of a cell, meant to keep her in line. And after years of freedom, it’s an irritation to see that one slip up on one child could land her into a position of fighting off the supernatural. Let the demons of hell take over. She wouldn’t be going to heaven anyway.

"Read all you must, mademoiselle," Reinette comments in the dry disinterest of a soul so much older than her tiny body displays, "It will not help you in the field."

She looks away from the other, eyes skimming over the books and scrolls lining the shelves, scoffing at the idea of reading a book on ghost. “I have no interest in supernatural fiction,” she admits dryly, “They never get it right.” And with that she grins.

[quirky-emily]

Emily watched the girl, her finger almost automatically caressing the simple gold band on her thumb. She wondered if this little bloodsucker had a ring to allow her in the sun like the man she stole her ring from. For a second, she imagined this young girl bursting into flames as he had, her insides burning under the glare of the sun. She couldn't help feeling a little sick to her stomach, even if she's sure that this child killed more humans than she has killed vampires.

"I don't need help in the field. I've done more than fine on my own." If she was being honest with herself, she did need the extra knowledge, but she wasn't about to admit that to the little girl, even if she was probably ten times older than her. Her eyes returned to the book although she wasn't reading so much as looking at the pictures in it. Being a dropout meant she was a shitty reader so pictures were always welcome.

Emily couldn't help grinning at her words and shrugged. "It fun to see them try. To think that all they've got to do is open their eyes a little wider to actually get some facts right." She remembered when Twilight came out and she wanted to burn every copy of that stupid book for wanting to claim that vampires were like diamonds in the sun. They were bright, but that was only because they were on fire.

[dexter-easton]

Dex gave a small smile when she offered him a hand. He shook it and tried not to find it odd how she introduced herself. 100% human. He found it an odd thing for her to say, but he wasn’t used to the Tenebrae and maybe it was just customary for people to introduce themselves that way. He hadn’t spent much time with anything that wasn’t human and although he’d lived with power in his veins for quite some time now, it was still odd for him to think of himself as being labeled a witch. It wasn’t something he quite knew how to deal with. 

"Dex," he gives back, but he doesn’t offer her much else. She can make her own assumptions about him, though he thinks the book beneath his arm probably gives him away. It doesn’t matter. People don’t need to know what he is just the same way he doesn’t need to know what they are either. 

At the mention of how big the manor is, he lifts a brow, looking around at the place like he’s trying to see it through those kind of eyes. Bigger? What could possibly have been bigger about it, this place could have easily been turned into a hotel or resort considering how many rooms it had. It was huge, but it was also his own opinion coming from small apartments, motel rooms and before that a small ranch house that had barely fit their small family. “Seems big enough to me,” he says and turns to head towards the hallway with the rooms. He’s only been here a short time, but at least he can show her where they are. 

[quirky-emily]

Emily smiled as he introduced himself. It seemed like a simple name which she would have normally insisted that it belonged to a simple person, except that in Tenebrae no one is simple. Besides she once met a guy named Bob who could steal the glasses right off of your nose if he wanted. She took a step back and took in the grounds once more. She could get used to this place.

"It's plenty big, but, I don't know, from what everyone said, I half expected a castle." She swore that someone even said that they had a moat here. While she took that with a grain of salt, everything else she heard seemed to make this place bigger and bigger. Still, it was a nice place and it was definitely big enough to keep her occupied. Overall, she was glad that this would become her new home.

"Right, let's go see if we can find a room for me." She stuffed her hand back into her pockets and began to walk forward, while her eyes took everything in. There was a lot to look at, from the decorations on the wall, to the tables and lamps. If she were still a petty thief, this would be a great place to hit. It was large enough that you can sneak around without alerting someone and with enough wealthy to come out on top. "So," she muttered to pull herself from her thoughts, "how long have you been in Greystone?"

[billie-deacon-blog]

Billie was proud of herself. She had found her way to the center of the hedge maze on her own and toted a small cooler full of beer with her. Under her other arm was a pillow and a book she had taken from the library. It was about different types of demons, famous exorcisms and the like. Something about demons and exorcisms fascinated her, even more so than hunting in general. In part, it was the enduring battle of good versus evil. Sometimes though, she thought it was just a way to feel close to Eddie. A way to make him proud.

Billie sits on the ground beside the scummy fountain, propping the follow behind her, giving her something to lean on as she props the book open on her lap. Reaching into the cooler, she grabs a beer and pops the cap off before taking a generous sip. It’s doubtful that anyone would come out here to look for her, and though she feels no need to escape, she does like the quiet. There’s occasionally the sound of water displacement as bugs or leaves touch it’s dirty surface, or the rustle of hedges in the wind, but that’s about it. Stretching out, Billie kicks her shoes off and crosses her bare feet at the ankles as she reads.

[quirky-emily]

The minute Emily caught sight of the maze-like hedges in the back of Greystone, she knew she had to go there. If she was going to survive here, she would have to know the ins and outs of the place, and that included the maze. As she walked through the maze, she made a map with a small notepad she brought along. She counted all the steps as she moved from one path to another, jotting down the numbers on her map as until she moved in another direction. After a while, she grew tired and tried to find her way back through the map she made, but she made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up lost. Pausing for a moment, she ran a hand over the hedges, determining that it would be too difficult to try to push her way through it. She glanced back to her map and continued again, somewhat grateful when she ended up in the middle.

Emily was fairly surprised to see someone else there, figuring that no one would spend a lot of time in the maze. Apparently she was wrong. Keeping a smile on her lips, she walked up to the girl and waved. "You mind if I sit with you for a little bit. I have no idea how to get out of here." Maybe she has been here long enough to know a way through. If so then that take off an hour or two of her wandering around.

[exorcistmitchell]

There’s the quiet longing for something, a cigarette or a drink, or one of the vicodin he’s got in an orange pill bottle over in his room. He doesn’t indulge in either, because the reasons he wants those things is the same reason he needs his head clear right now. There’s a demon here, in his house, and whether or not he’s got him behind a locked door now doesn’t change the fact that he’s here at all. It has his teeth grinding together in his head while he focuses on paperwork for the moment. It’s not calming, but it’s dulling, and that’s close enough right now. 

They’ve barely been back a day, but this time he doesn’t have the luxury of decompressing from the hunt first. It means he’s in his office, working later than usual even for him, but there’s enough that’s gone on in his absence that it’s a valid reason and not an excuse. There’s a knock on the door, but he doesn’t flinch because there are a number of people he needs to speak to, and if he has to track them down they’re going to be unpleasant conversation. All the same, he barely glances up, unwilling to tear his attention completely away from the report in front of him, because he still has Dakota’s to review. “Come in.” 

[quirky-emily]

"You watch out for Mitchell. He's not as forgiving as we are." Those were the parting words that she got from the laison in Vanderbilt. Since then Emily had almost been dreading when she would have to meet him. She tried to do research on him, but the little amount she found wasn't enough to calm her nerves. Despite this she found herself in front of his door, almost glaring at it as she played nervously with the gold ring on her thumb. Emily knew that she would have to see him sometime and it would be better if she saw him now rather than later.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, waiting patiently for him to let her know that she could go in. She sucked in her lip and bounced on her heels, prepared to run off if necessary. When he gave the okay, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening the door, making sure her face is clear of her worry as she stepped in. "Hi." She took in the report on his desk. "I can leave if you're busy." She prayed that he was so she could leave, but at the same time, she didn't want to feel the dread anymore. "I only have a few questions for you."

[reinette-dartois]

Reinette had taken to wandering the halls of the manor, less interested with the people inhabiting the space. What are they to her? Teammates, apparently, but she has little need to speak with them. Humans are just sacks of blood, still tempting despite the long years spent refining the skill to not tear into them. And she’s good at it, quelling that hunger. Vampires are a nuisance or treat her with disdain. Dogs reek. Marius had been her only constant companion, the one person who had cared for her.

And then he was gone.

Her fingers breeze over the spines of the books before she sits herself in an arm chair, gazing up at the titles, or lack thereof, giving hints to what might lay within the pages. All information, all about the supernatural. All things she couldn’t care about.

"This is the worst library I’ve ever had the misfortune to sit in," Reinette tells the air, legs dangling over the edge of chair, all hopes of ever reaching the ground dashed over two hundred years ago. Marius should’ve waited just a few years before he turned her. For as much as she would’ve thought he loved her, he had bestowed upon her the ultimate curse. A child forever. And, yet, a fairytale would be a comfort right now.

[quirky-emily]

Emily walked down the aisle of the library, finding herself lost in all of the old hardcovers there. She knew a man in New York who would kill to have some of these books, even if they were second editions. She pulled out a book about magic and opened it up. She found nothing of interest when it came to the books on magic and monsters, but there were many people who sought after said books so she spent most of her time trying to track them down from abandoned homes and different witches that she could tell whether or not they were of real value. This one seemed rather common, but she could still find a buyer somewhere if she really wanted to.

She placed the book back on the shelf then found a book about ghosts a couple shelves away. She looked around for a chair and nodded at the young girl who was also in the library. She heard her a little while ago, but considering she was a vampire, Emily decided to keep her distance. She curled up in a seat not too far away from her and opened up the book, skimming over the information.

"Most libraries I've been in don't exactly have books on vampires, werewolves and ghosts so I guess it suits our needs." She paused as she realized what she said. "I mean real books about that stuff. I'm sure you can find a good ghost story in the horror section." She smiled to herself and flipped the page.

[clara-gable]

Clara taps her index finger along the trackpad of her laptop every few seconds, refreshing the page to see how long it would take her package it get here. She had paid the extra money for rushed shipping on a iPhone screen to replace the one Dominic had tossed over his shoulder. It takes precedence to her over the garden, for now. And she’s only a few minutes away from sitting at the front door like a lonely puppy and waiting for the delivery to arrive.

Of course, the more rational part of Clara knows better, that she should expect it, according to this webpage, some time tomorrow. And hopefully it would arrive quickly. But when creak of the front door opening meets her ears, the short brunette can’t help the surge of excitement that straightens her spine and has her depositing her laptop beside her on the couch and peering out of the living room and into the foyer, staring at the front door.

A woman stands there, alone, and Clara immedietly knows it to be Emily, the newest addition to their home. They might as well install a revolving door now, with how many people had shown up. It would be easier to accommodate them. “Hello,” she greets with a friendly grin, smile shining as she steps out from the doorway and heads towards the newcomer with her right hand outstretched towards her, “I’m Clara. Welcome to Greystone.”

[quirky-emily]

Emily smiled at the girl, pulling her hand out of her pocket long enough to shake her hand. "Thanks. I'm glad to be here." It was better here than the streets of New York City which she has grown accustomed to. "Name's Emily." She looked vaguely familiar. Before leaving Vanderbilt, she snuck a peak at some of the files that they had of the people at Greystone, she must have been in there.

Then she smiled, remembering where she heard the name before. "Wait, you're the that tech girl right? Who hacked into Tenebrae a couple years ago?" She heard about her a few times from the computer guy at Vanderbilt. He liked to talk about how amazing that was and she was pretty that he had a crush on her. Judging by the way he talked about her, Emily half expected her to be a goddess or a type of monster she has yet to meet. She was grateful that she was just a normal girl.

She put her hand back into her pockets as she saw something glimmer out of the corner of her eyes. She figured it was nothing, but she still fought the urge to go over there and take it into her pocket. She ran her hand over the ring simple gold band on her thumb and forced a smile on her face. "This place is amazing. How long have you been here?"