[center][color=bc8dbf][h1][b]Calamity[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=92278f][h2]Location: Blaze Town[/h2][/color]
Calamity wakes, stretching lazily like a cat, as she blinked her blue eyes a few times to get rid of the last remains of sleep.  She was so tired last night, she didn't even think about where she was, and instantly fell asleep in Foggy Bottom.  She sighs.  [color=bc8dbf][i]I hate this in...[/i][/color] she thinks to herself.  She hates this whole town... But then, why did she come here?  Was she really thinking that her mother might pop up again after 86 years of living alone?  She was reaching a century now, but she was still in her prime, despite her naturally white hair.

She still wonders why she returned to this place, even though she hated it, as she got dressed.  Maybe she was hoping for her brother to return.  After all, it has been 87 years since she'd last seen him, and he's probably dead now, but she still had that small hope in her cold heart that he might be out there searching for her as well.  She knew she'd do anything for her big twin brother... Well, he was only 5 minutes older, but still.  She missed him.  He was her twin, after all.

Did all twins feel the same was she felt about her brother?  She doesn't think she's met twins before.  Were they supposed to feel such a connection with each other?  For the past 87 years, she's felt empty without her twin by her side, and even now she doesn't understand why.  Emotions were for the weak.  That's what she'd been taught, so why was she feeling so weak when it came to her brother?  [color=bc8dbf][i]Where are you, Castiel?  Are you still alive out there?  Are you well?  Did mother abandon you?  Is that why you were taken from me?  Ripped out of my arms?  Where are you, big brother?[/i][/color]

Of course, she'd never say any of this out loud.  It's just the nature of her childish self.  Even after all these years, she still felt so many emotions.  Bad, Calamity.  You can't feel anything.  You're a ruthless, cold-blooded killer!  You've killed hundreds of men, for goodness sake!  Put yourself together!  Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath.  When she opens them again, her face is blank of any emotions, her mind calm.  This is the Calamity she's gotten to know over the past 70 years.  This is the Calamity everyone else knows.  The Calamity with the best poker face.  The ruthless Calamity.

She heads downstairs for a bite to eat.  Her stomach's growling non-stop, and she needed something warm in her stomach to get through the rest of the day.  She thought out the plan in her head.  Eat something, then roam the streets.  When she's tired of seeing if anything had changed in the last 50 years since she'd last visited the town, she'd then hunt for her next job; a job which was supposed to start in the town somewhere.  She sighs, shaking her head.  This was going to be a long day.

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[center][color=7ea7d8][h1][b]Castiel[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=0072bc][h2]Location: Feral Grounds of Nero[/h2][/color]
Castiel sighs.  He'd been awake since before dawn, and he was feeling a little drowsy.  He loved the feel of the sun, and hated the cold.  It was to be expected though, since he was part lizard.  He hated what he was.  A hybrid.  Why did his mother let those men take him?  He was only three!  He still held a grudge, even when he'd finally found his mother twenty years later.  He scoffs at the memory of her begging him to accept her apology, especially when he found out she'd kicked his twin out on the streets one year later.

Who lets a four year old fend for themselves?  His mother, that's who.  He still hates her for that, since he hadn't been able to find her yet.  All he knew about her, was her name.  Calamity.  Was she still alive?  Was he ever going to find her?  How was he going to find her?  All these questions kept popping up, and circling his mind, over and over again.  He wanted, no needed to find her, to feel whole once more.  He felt empty.  Half-completed without his other half; his better half.

How is she?  What is she doing at this very moment?  He sighs, running a hand through his messy head of hair.  He'd have to cut it when he got to the next town.  He stretches his wings a little, but then folds them closed once more.  He hated his wings, so he rarely used them.  Only when he had to escape, and even then, it was only in extreme cases.  He was an assassin, after all.  So he always had a plan B...and C...even a plan D.

He wanted to roam the feral grounds a bit, before heading over to the town of Twilight.  He loved travelling, and walking was always the best bet... He actually hated all animals and other beings...except his sister, of course.  Was he ever going to find her?  What would she look like?  Would she still have that white head of hair, and those warm blue eyes, that used to be the exact same as his, until he was taken from her?  What would she be like now?  Would she still be that noisy chatterbox he'd always wanted to shut up, but now missed?

Groaning, he stands, and grabs his packed bag, ready to start his trek.  This was going to be a very long day.