-realized he never got accepted ;c-

The light of day began to seep through the windows of Delilah's apartment, this caused the Halfling to stir and cover her eyes. Another day...
Slowly, the girl sat up. Her hair stuck out in all directions and her eyes were distant, a forlorn expression was plastered on her face. It was hard to get Delilah going in the morning, but she knew she would have to get up eventually.

Delilah got out of bed and began her daily routine; Brush her hair, brush her teeth, change, fix the bed, then the rest of the morning would be hers. Before the girl would leave her small apartment, she would stare into the bathroom mirror. She was so used to being in her Glamour that sometimes Delilah would forget what she originally looked like, but this was a consequence of living in a human town.

She then left. Her purse was stuffed with papers for a book she was currently working on, usually she would right in the cafe, she would practically write anywhere when she had the time to.
As Delilah walked down the street to head to the cafe, her heels clicked on the ground in a slow methodic rhythm.

Alderus walked into his shop, the scent of the old tomes permeating through the entire building. The bookstore was not very eye catching in any sense of the word, but it fit into the nature of the small town. It was nice. Alderus walked past the shelves of books, and towards a door that had a sign on it that said "Employees only" on it. Alderus pulled a small key out of his pocket, and placed it into the lock on the door, opening it, after which he looked into the room, to make sure that none of the items were out of place.
He closed the door again, and locked it, walking back to the front of the store.

Alderus flipped over the sign on the glass window at the front of the store, so that "OPEN" showed to the world outside. He went behind the front counter, flicking the light-switch, and sat down in his chair. He picked up a copy of "The Lord of the Flies" and began to read it, even though he had read it 27 times already.

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The bar was, as always, was near full. People, in small groups or by themselves, sat scattered among the many tables and booths. A thick amount of chatting filled the air, but one voice cut through all of them like a knife.

"...so I said, 'Steve, are you really that stupid? Alpacas don't fly; llamas do!', so Steve said--Hey, Izak? Hey. Are you even listening to me?"

Izak gritted his teeth in annoyance as he was forced to listen to his fellow bartender, Henry, rant on and on. It was a plain out miracle that he hadn't gone mad yet. The only reason he was the only one serving drinks with the nincompoop were because the other workers were too lazy to move their own asses, the manager was a complete asshole who didn't really care who he hired, and that Izak needed the money. Desperately. Though the more the idiot talked to Izak, the more appealing the option of quitting became.

"Henry," Izak began as he set his gaze in his overzealous companion. His voice disturbingly calm, though His hate filled eyes betrayed his serene facade. He leaned on the counter of the bar and crossed his arms. "I am going to be honest with you. Totally, completely honest. I. Freaking. Hate. You. The amount of hate I have for you is so much that if we were the only two people alive in this world, I would promptly jump off a cliff. So just SHUT UP and LEAVE ME ALONE."

Henry closed his mouth, a hurt expression on his face. "...Jeez, I was just trying to make a conversation. Everyone's right. You are a dick." He shook his head and turned away to serve a newly arrived trio of customers.

Ivan shrugged. He was used to being called that. In fact, he was called much worse. And frankly, he absolutely didn't care. Not at all.

"yes, some of our power will be sacrificed every time the ritual is performed, but just think on what will be gained should he continue on this path…."

Thomas lurched into a sitting position on the bed, kicking and flailing so wildly that he then fell heavily to the floor. On top of the nightmares, and unease at what he had done, he also couldn’t see, compounding his terror considerably. He scrabbled around on the floor for a good fifteen minutes before even vague blurry shapes began to swim before his eyes. It was enough improvement that he nearly cried with relief. It was also enough that he could tell he was still in the hotel room he had rented. He bumped around the room, collecting the few personal things he had brought with him, and exited the room before he could even make out his hand in front of his face, leaving the paraphernalia of his experiment for the hotel staff to deal with.

Kate woke up at her normal time and got out of bed. She took a quick shower and dried her hair before getting dressed in her outfit for the day. Kate grabbed her flute and quickly placed it in her bag before heading down to the kitchen, setting her bag in a chair. Kate began making breakfast for her sister and her, hurriedly and silently moving around the kitchen to get everything done. In the end she had made eggs, pancakes, bacon, and toast, with orange juice to drink. She set the food on the table and walked up to her sister's room.

Kate stood in front of her sister's door and took a deep breath, she walked in and went over to her bed. Kate gently shook Melissa to wake her up. "Mel, breakfast is ready downstairs. I'll wait for you before I eat myself, just hurry down sis." Kate said softly but loud enough to help wake Melissa up. Kate the exited the room and went to the table sitting down and patiently waiting. After only one minute though Kate got out her flute and played a relaxing melody, she had taught herself, from the titanic as she waited for her sister to come down.

The sound of a book snapping shut. Grant had finally gotten around to reading the Harry Potter books and thankfully, he didn't regret doing so. After finishing the last page, Grant finally got out of bed. Not really a bed, seeing as it was only a mattress on the floor. But he had to make do.

Grant put on his clothes, a blue sweater and baggy trousers. He got out of the house, book in hand, and travelled to the book store to get another book. The store had just opened, it seemed, so Grant made his way in through the front door, saying a small "hello," and looking for another book.

Melissa hated to wake up early. It wasn't her style. She heard her sister coming into her bedroom. "Ugh. Im up, Im up." Said Melissa with a madly tone. She stood up from her bed and walked towards the bathroom doing all she had to do there, showering,teeth brushing, hairbrushing and all.

She walked to her room grabbing her outfit, which was a white cropped shirt showing her stomach, a jean highwaisted short pants and her low boots. Melissa straightened her hair walking towards the kitche now seeing her sister playing the flute. "Ugh. Its so early in the morning, stop with that noise." Melissa said opening the fridge grabbing the orange milk pouring some in her cup.

Flint was eating some toast, a sigh escaped his lips as he took his last bite. He placed the plate in the sink and went to get changed.
Slipping into a shirt and pants he went and put his shoulder holster on. Loading his revolver and placing it snuggly between the leather. He would finally confront that drug runner today. A deal was going down behind the café in town and Flint was going to stop it and arrest the lot. The chief had told him to wait until they had more evidence but they where already running out of time!
Flint slipped on his smart shoes and stroked a tabby cat that sat on his couch "Seya later" He said to the cat as he left, grabbing his wallet as he went.
He slowly began to walk to the café.

She was late again, everyday, honestly it was a wonder she wasn't fired. She jumped from her bed, quickly changing into her work outfit, a white shirt and black skirt. Brushing her hair, then putting in her false white teeth over her sharp, pointed black ones, brushing them, rushing to grab her bag and change of cloths after work, slinging them over hr shoulder she ran out the door, forgetting to lock it, again!, and running down the path. Before long she was running into town, she glanced left and ran right into someone, a tall man. Her eyes wide and apologetic and she got down picking up her bag.

Flint slowly walked thinking about how he planned on doing the crack down. It was only a few hours from now and he knew he wo*WHACK*
Flint stumbled as someone smacked right into him, he composed himself as he turned to what had hit him. A girl no older than Flint was with short black hair. He bent down to help her with her bag. "You ok?" Flint asked his English accent apparent, the girls eyes seemed apologetic but Flint hoped she was ok.
Flint soon realised he knew the girl. Or at least had seen her before. "Do you work at the café just up the road? I feel like I have seen you there."

She piled most of her junk in her bag as the man leaned down to help her with it she smiled. Ugh why did she have to be so clumsy. When he asked him she was ok she nodded and then when he asked is she worked at the cafe, she looked up and nodded again, making a little 'mmhmm' noise. It was a little hard not being able to talk to people, but she had gotten use to it now.

Ignorance was bliss, she ignored every scene that happened around her, she was too tired to care this morning.

Delilah pushed open the doors of the cafe, a small bell jingled as she made her way inside. The girl would always have her breakfasts here, another small part to her daily routine.
She was well rounded with most of the people that lived here since the town was so small, and she assumed that most knew her as well, her name at least.

The girl ordered her usual; a bagel with cream cheese and black coffee. As she waited, she pulled out her papers and scattered them over the table of the booth she chose to sit in. Thus began her slow descent into frustration. Since Delilah hadn't really worked on her new material, and because of this her deadline was at stake.

She placed her head in the table and let out a long sigh as her breakfast was served to her, the waiter appeared to be rather confused with Delilah's actions, but he didn't bother on asking, and left her to sulk in her defeat. Her fingers slipped through the mug's handle and pulled the coffee cup close as she sat up to take a sip.

"Hahaha~!" Her soft, pure laughter filled the air as she ran around town, chasing a stray cat she found earlier that day. She ran all through town going up and down alleys and streets until the cat finally found its way up onto the roof of a small chain of buildings. "Awwwww, that's not fun," she cried. "Why do you have to go and desert me like that?" Aiko strolled out into the middle of town, exploring more of this fabulous place known as the human world.

"Oh! A cafe! I've heard they had good food in there!" Aiko ran off, slipping by the people in her way as gracefully as she could manage. Before going in, she peeked through the window, taking notice of the daily lifestyle set before her before tainting it with her presence. Satisfied, she carefully opened the door, trying not to make too much of a commotion as she entered.

"Welcome, have a seat where ever you like. Someone will be around shortly," said a person behind the counter. Aiko just smiled and nodded as she wandered around trying to decide where a good place to sit would be. She happened by Delilah, who was sipping on her coffee at the time. Aiko didn't know what the lady was drinking, but it smelled heavenly. And, although impolite, she couldn't help but hover around the lady's table with interest while trying not to be seen too badly.

Flint wondered why the girl wasn't talking "Well I am on my way to the café .. why where you running so fast?" The girl intrigued Flint, he wasn't really one for social interaction, he couldn't get close to people because his cover might be blown. The downside was he lived a rather lonely life but that was the sacrifice he had to take when in his field of work.
Flint began to walk again, hoping the girl would walk with him.