[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Garden of The Gods – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#B0C4DE]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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I smirk as she starts to compliment me. Some of the things she says I expect, some of the other things she says I don’t. All in all, it serves to render me speechless.

[color=#B0C4DE]”Wow. I should have recorded that. No one is going to believe you complimented me,”[/color] I declare. I rub the back of my neck and turn my head away from Kimiko, feeling oddly uplifted by all her compliments.

It wasn’t that I didn’t know I was desired by people or oggled. It just sounded different coming from Kimiko. They were forward compliments, but I could also see nothing happening between us. Like Cassiopeia and I. Despite my initial crush on her. Unfortunately, she never reciprocated the feelings. We now had a rather strong brother/sister relationship that I treasured. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mr Scott’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#DB7093]”Oh, thank you so much!”[/color] Nic and I step in. I look at Nic and nod before I pop the container open and blow a little of the powder into Mrs Scott’s face. Her eyes roll back, and she instantly passes out, falling backwards. I close the front door quickly, hoping Nic’s reflexes are quick.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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I chuckled when Nero looked back at me, probably for the tenth time. [color=#006400]”I rarely make it out here anymore. It’s nearly overgrown,”[/color] I noted. 

I walked across the bridge, removing some dried-out vines and tossed them into the water before I started cleaning up the gazebo.