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𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖗𝖔𝖙
Name: Eloise Vaughn
Date/Time: 1 May 2050 - 11:05 A.M.
Location: Lady Liu, "Turtle Town", Cauldron City
Power: Teleportation
Tagging: Twist
Mentioning: N/A
Down the ruby ribbons fell into the shower drain. The grim remnants of what Eloise committed the night before will be forever lost, but blood will always stain her porcelain hands.
Eloise stood in the hotel room wearing a fresh pair of clothes. Her choice of clothing never misses a beat with her personality, and it greatly contrasted with the plain decor of the room- with nothing but her soiled clothes wrapped in a plastic bag and her duffel sitting beneath an armchair in the corner of the room. Eloise’s lips were stretched with satisfaction while she rubbed a towel in her long tresses of hair. The maids won’t be able to find this one, she mused. There was no possible way they would find Eloise’s newly placed gum. She strategically stuck it in the battery socket of the television remote.
Eloise tossed her towel at the armchair upon hearing knocks at the door. Suspicious of who it could be, she sauntered over to see. It was none other than Zenith- another Witch that Eloise had run into on numerous occasions. Despite this, they were far from being friends. Eloise voiced out a laugh and forced a smile to match his. “And how is it you always manage to find me, slime boy?”
Slime boy was just a nickname she referred to him as- mainly because it was difficult to shake him off your tracks. As for her question, it was an obvious rhetorical question for the white-haired female already knew how Zenith could've found her. She was well-aware of his powers- just like the White Turtle and many other cults who kept an interest in him. Getting away from him would be a handful, Eloise thought while she backed away from the door. She left the door ajar as an invitation and returned to the comfort of her room. It was mainly to escape the maids’ wandering eyes since she wasn’t exactly paying for her stay, after all. Eloise stayed conscious of the baggage underneath the armchair as she moved around the room. There was already a place she could transfer to in mind in any case Zenith were to try anything. She promptly took a seat at the edge of the bed, "Have you gone bored, slime boy? Has the White Turtle not given you enough to do?”
Eloise crossed her legs; her posture seemed relaxed, but caution slithered beneath her skin like snakes. "Unless, of course, they've grown bored of you," she guessed with a sly grin.