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OPEN STARTER from Elanore Weiss

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location ; public gardens, late evening

The cigarette was neatly lit, sunglasses pushed back on a pale face, no sun to suggest she needed such an item, but Elanore had never dressed for practicality. Style over substance, always, when it came to her clothes. Setting an image more important than be able to run away from a fight. If anyone were to look close enough, they might spot the blood on the hem of her thick casmere sweater, or the blush to her cheeks. They might be able to put two and two together, but they'd be dead before they did. Elanore did not like her secret spilled, but she needed her after-dinner cigarette. She was a woman of habit.

The sound of footsteps did not go unnoticed, but she allowed them to come closer, not even turning her body into the direction, not even when she noticed they were making their way over to her. "If you are who I was set to meet, you're half an hour late. If you're not. I suppose you'd like to reconsider sneaking up on a harmless unarmed woman."

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CLOSED STARTER for @eremitionisms ft. Siddharth

location ; abandoned traintracks just after the last train

Elanore stood, frozen almost, watching the last train run out of the station on its way to take its break for a few hours before everything would start up again. There were always those who missed it, those who had used its airconditioning to stay on their feet for a bit, to take some naps. And this was perhaps her favourite hunting ground. It was easy, people who weren't going to be missed, who weren't expecting it, who might even welcome it because their lifes were already terrible.

She liked the predictability of it: tag them, feed, kill, get rid of the body. Or in some cases, tag them, convince them, feed, let them go, clean up. She was good at compulsion. Incredibly good.

She saw two strays, exiting the station as they were ushered out from their resting spot.

"How is your compulsion, Mister Desai?" she asked.

There were few who weren't Visitors who she held close. It was not her job to recruit new Vampires to their cause, but she couldn't help it. She saw potential, perhaps she was like her father, perhaps she was better than him.

Siddharth Desai was practical, and that was a skill Elanore wished for. Her connection to the Cactus Cats was one of mutual hatred for an enemy, but that didn't mean she was against picking off their members.

"These two are ones I've drank from before, we should get away with just taking a sip and leaving them for later."

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CLOSED STARTER for @alessandroxvitelli

location ; parking lot of the hospital

Elanore had heard. She had too many sources in the city not to have heard. All the stories, however weird and odd. She was a Vampire, after all, she was used to it. If she did not believe in other creatures, she would be a fool.

Watching Alessandro from afar she wondered. Once, she'd set her eyes upon him, decided he seemed a good target to collect for the Visitors, even if he was a Vitelli brat. He was a Vampire, he could give them intell that others couldn't. A haunted wasn't an option, she needed him in her ranks.

But now he was the don of the family, and that closed all roads. There simply was no more possibility. She also no longer trusted him.

When the last of the other patients returned to the hospital, Elanore stepped out of the shadows and joined the don. "No bodyguards?" she asked, her voice low. As if they were just continuing a conversation they'd already had.