Realistic or Modern the poppy house ➞ ic

[mourning star]

The skies had opened the night before, clouds rolling through the night until the first drops fell upon the land. The sea churned as the wind kicked up, sending shakes and shudders through the aging building known as poppy house. The yellow shingles creaked in the wind, along with the weathered wood. A stray shutter moved, an echoing noise that had been silenced in the early a.m. by one of its residents. Most of the house was quiet; save for the sound of wandering footsteps of someone wandering in the night. Still, evening passed. Dawn brought no new change in weather; the rain continued to pour and left the skies a depressing gray. The wind was a whisper now; blowing through the sand dunes with a lack of ferocity than the night before.


Inside the house, the residents had begun to stir. It wouldn't be long before they would pass each others' rooms to head downstairs towards the dining room. Breakfast had already been made. Heaps of food were left steaming on the stove, along the table and any available space. There was time constraint for the residents... although many would wake up to not miss the still-fresh meal. Beyond that, they were left to wander. The lower level held an ordinary amount of rooms with tomes, a library, a conjuring room and a lounge area for them to relax.


Below in the basement, the area was ginormous.


Sparring mats were laid across the floor. Candles and summoning circles could be found on the stone, used sparingly for rituals beyond the mats. On the second floor, that was reserved for bathrooms and bedrooms. The third room was one large section, filled to the brim with bookshelves, tomes and many areas to study. What its occupants chose to do was up to them until the evenings. They were all expected to gather around that time, an hour before dinner, to look over a lesson with a guest witch or wizard of the week.


Alvaris , wickedlittlecritta , erzulie , MadiRaiCat , apolla , plague rats , diablita , S n o w , AI10100 , sunsets , MoltenLightning , palepetiteprincess , calypso

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THE POPPY HOUSE

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introduction
chapter one

 

[mourning star]

alessia campbell

location; her bedroom, 2nd floor​

interacting with; n/a​

The slam of a door was the first thing that awoke Alessia. Shifting under her covers, the girl yawned quietly. She kept her eyes shut, unwilling to face the day yet. Nestled there, the girl stretched her legs under the covers. She startled when she heard something fall to the floor. Lifting her head, she glanced down at the wooden floor to stare at the tome she had been studying. It laid sprawled across the wood, one of the pages bending the longer it sat. Alessia leapt to her feet, immediately stooping to her feet to examine the damage. She huffed when the cold sept into her feet, a shiver racing up her spine. She had always had a weakness towards the cold; she despised winter and she hated the winds that sometimes swept across the dunes, forcing the members of the house inside whenever it persisted.

Alessia sighed as she smoothed out the pages, mouth twisted into a frown. Hazel eyes drifted towards the window, the curtains parted. She studied the downpour, looking past the beach to the waves beyond. A sigh left her lips as she recalled what laid beyond the ocean– a warm fire and two pair of arms that had once held her tightly. Grumbling, she gingerly set the tome atop her bedsheets. Slipping off her nightgown, she passed the other empty bed in the room to glance in her closet. Deciding on a simple pair of leggings and a warm jumper, she slipped both articles of clothing on. Knowing of the 'no shoes in the house' rule, she slipped on a pair of slippers before heading towards the door.

As she made her way to the stairs, she could smell the scent of freshly-baked bread and the sizzle of a frying pan emitting from the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled at the sound. Hand slapping over her abdomen, she snorted as she cleared the stairs. Scratching at her cheek, she rounded the corner and entered the dining room. Noting everyone had yet to arrive, she skipped past and entered the kitchen.

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kaito hatanaka

location; the kitchen, 1st floor​

interacting with; n/a​

Kaito had risen with the dawn. It was habit at this point; he was the caretaker of this place while his witch was away. A pang filled his chest as he remembered the woman he served. It wasn't often that she traveled, but when she did, she left the house in his care for months at a time. His gaze drifted from where he was cutting onions, eyeing the utensils currently stirring the pans still simmering on the stove. He flicked a hand and a pan drifting to the counter, settling with a soft clatter. His magic was a resourceful thing– allowing him to focus on his own thing while they went about finishing his other projects in a flash.

He moved to the stove, cutting board in hand. Dumping the onions into one of the pans, he walked to the sink. He began to work on the dishes, cleaning the dishes and silverware that had been neglected the night before. Kaito sighed. Normally, someone was assigned the task of different household chores; clearly, someone had forgotten. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, causing him to glance up with one brow raised. The girl that stepped through the entryway made him smile. Shutting off the water, he turned where he stood. He crossed his arms, offering the woman a friendly smile.

"Good morning." He spoke, his accented english breaking the morning silence. He moved to the stove, deciding it better to not disturb the witch as she chose her selection of food. "I hope you enjoy a huge meal. I made enough to feed the whole town." Kaito joked, only half-joking.

He really had made a lot of food. It made sense; their bedrooms were almost all filled. Somehow, these past few months, they had accumulated enough residents to fill nearly every room with noise. It was a bit overwhelming for the man. He was unaccustomed to living with so many people, especially since it had only been his brother and him in Japan. Sighing, Kaito grasped the band around his throat, touching the ring hidden under his shirt for a moment.

He could hear more footsteps coming from the second floor– it appeared more people were waking at this early hour.

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[sunsets]

anya de luca, location: front yard
interaction: mourning star
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Anya exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling quickly. Stretching her arms up over her head, she rolled her neck as she focused on cooling down from another grueling work-out. It was the only way to truly wake her up in the morning, a routine she'd grown accustomed to after the initial first week. The only thing that really got her through the intensity of exercise was the beat of the music playing through her headphones. Anya wasn't one to listen to EDM or bassline music but she found the quick beat to be the most helpful in keeping her motivated. She moved on to stretch out the rest of her body, humming along to the familiar beat before mentally declaring her work-out officially over. Tapping her fingers lightly on her thigh, she looked up at the sky with a smile. Another beautiful day. She turned her music off and slipped her headphones from her head to rest around her neck, taking in the peace and quiet of the morning, the only noise being the birds chirping.

After a few moments of fresh air, Anya made her way across the gravel driveway that led up to the place she called home. Walking into the foyer, she kicked her shoes off and left them on the shoe stand that was situated by the door. The shoe stand was overflowing with every different type and size of shoe belonging to different people within the household. With the amount of people she lived with, she was always surprised by how tidy the place was kept. Upon hearing light chatter in the kitchen, Anya followed the voices to find Kaito and Alessia. "Good morning!" she chirped excitedly, an almost instantaneous wafting of food hitting her senses and piquing her intrigue. In that second, her stomach decided to remind her of just how hungry she was. Crossing the kitchen, Anya ran her fingers through her hair before fixing it up into a new ponytail. "Something smells amazing," she commented before running her hands under the water to wash them, ready to fill her stomach with whatever goods Kaito had cooked up.

 

[calypso]

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The house was slowly waking up, but one resident had been awake for a long time already.

Sitting by her window, Saffron sat with a large brush in one hand. She was currently attempting to brush out the end of her long hair, though it was more or less a fruitless effort. Her hair naturally appeared brushed at all times, due to the magic that flowed through it. Even if it needed to brushed out, the forty feet of it all would instantly get tangled up again the moment she started to walk. Instead, the brushing motion simply helped her relax. The repetitive movement distracted her mind, and let her fingers do the work instead. While she gently grasped one lock of it all, the rest of her hair was scattered across her room. Strands roped around her bed frame and across the floor, other parts draping over her vanity.

That's how her room looked majority of the time. There just wasn't any real room for her hair, so it often found itself draped over every piece of furniture she owned. When she slept, it often hung above her like a canopy. She often muttered to herself how it looked like a mix between Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel. She had even mentally trained herself to not roll around too much as she slept, least she wanted to wake up like a wrapped burrito.

With a soft sigh, Saffron placed the large brush down next to her. The window sill seat was large enough that she could pull both her feet up onto it, while also keeping several stacks of books and plants around. The sun was slowly rising, the rays tickling over her toes as she sat with her knees to her chest. People were already stirring, which meant her window for getting breakfast was closing. She didn't particularly feel like braiding her hair this morning, especially if she planned to spend the rest of the day in her room. No, she'd just have to move quickly.

Pushing herself to her feet, Saffron began a circle around the room. Whenever she came across a large section of hair, it was scooped up and thrown behind her like a wedding dress trail. Though, soon enough, the 'trail' began to lay upon itself in the center of the room. Small tugs here and there indicated how much more she needed to collect, and soon she had a whole head of hair behind her. Though people questioned her about the weight of her hair when they got the chance, she'd simply shrug her shoulders and move on. Hair didn't weigh that much normally, so this was only ten pounds or so. Besides, Saffron was strong enough to handle it!

Running her hand over the top of her hair, Saffron simply huffed to herself and turned her attention over to her door. Unlocked but closed, she simply listened for a moment for any footsteps. When none were heard, a small creak filled the air inside. Her white-haired head peaked out into the hall, before a slender foot slipped free. Not only did she want to avoid others, Saffron didn't want to be rude and awaken anymore of the house-dwellers. It'd just be impolite this early in the morning, especially if someone liked to sleep in.

Still, she couldn't cover up the slight dragging sound her hair made as she began to move down the hall. Long and carpeted, it looked as if someone had dumped a straight line of snow down the middle of it all. Hopefully no one opened a door randomly and caught her hair, but accidents do tend to happen. As she began to turn the corner, the end of her hair slowly shifted upward and wrapped around the handle of her own door. A quite click was heard, before her hair fell lifeless again. The movement was unconscious most of the time, as Saffron had trained herself to do such a thing. Any of other acts of making her hair move was lost on her.

A lot of things about magic were lost on her, actually.

Giving a soft sigh, Saffron simply continued her quiet journey down to the kitchen. So far, so good...
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[wickedlittlecritta]

Devin Murphy
Location: the beach/the halls| Interacting with: Saffron| Mentions: calypso​

The rain fell in soft, fat drops, and the sky stilled, and Devin sat on the beach watching the waves settle. He'd been out all night, standing in the storm, trying to use it, but the binding still held.

He'd've been impressed with the work, if it hadn't been so damned inconvenient.

The storm had served two purposes. The first, and most obvious, was using it for power. With his own magic under metaphoric lock and key, he needed a battery. The second purpose was less obvious, maybe, but a sense of psychodrama was always important. And how could you feel anything but magic and powerful, in the sea and the storm?

But in the end the guild sigils held, and Devin was drained. It wasn't the same as being tired--he was that as well, but mostly he felt empty. He took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled smoke. It hadn't been long since the binding had been put in place, but it felt like an eternity.

He flicked the cigarette butt. It should have winked out and into the nearest garbage, but instead it arced gracefully into the damp sand. He was emptier than he thought. Devin grunted and stood to pick it up, brushing sand from his sodden jeans. They were rolled up to the knees, his feet still a little numb from standing in the ocean, and he stumbled a bit.

People were starting to wake up, it sounded like. Which meant it was time for him to go sleep. It was practically a requirement of a wizard to keep strange hours, after all. He brushed more sand off his feet and clothes before stumbling into Poppy House. He was sure he looked more than half-drowned, with his wet hair and shirt plastered to him, but hey. Didn't a wizard have a prerogative to look absolutely batshit?

He paused outside the dining room, and decided on getting out of his soggy clothes before he did anything else. And he started down the hall when he saw the hair.

There was a girl somewhere in all the hair, but for a confusing moment it looked like Cousin It's shaggier, femme cousin. He stopped and stepped to the side.

"Bad news, Rapunzel, there's no prince outside," Devin told her. "Smells like there's coffee though, so I think you're winning."

 

[erzulie]

Lisette Duprè

❤​

Mentions: Alessia, Kaito, Anya, Saffron, Devon

Interactions: Alessia, Kaito, Anya, Saffron, Devon

Tags: mourning star , sunsets , calypso , wickedlittlecritta

Outfit: x

Lisette had always been early riser. It was ingrained into her since she was a child by her parents and teachers. As usual she started her day with a morning prayer. The small but intimate alter on her vanity was dedicated to Ezilí Dantor. While Lisette worshipped all the loa in different ways she paid her respect to the one of her family the most, thanking her for guiding and protecting them for generations. After she finished Lisette headed to the bathroom for a shower and to go throw her usual morning routine.

When Lisette returned to her room she dressed herself. From a corner in her room she could hear hissing and the sound of something slithering about. Lisette turned just in time to see her beloved Apep slithering out of his terrarium as he usually did. The large snake, probably larger than what was considered normal, had a habit of leaving his home to slither about and explore. At this point it wasn’t an uncommon thing to see. Lisette was sure that the other residents were used to it by now.

The priestess smiled lovingly at her companion as she walked over. Apep wasted no time draping his body over his human’, his head resting on her shoulder. With anyone else the position would seem awkward and with Apep’s weight it would be harder to move but not with Lisette. She carried him perfectly and looked at graceful as ever.

Lisette ran a hand through her coily hair as she left the room. Usually she’d straighten it but decided that she’d let her natural hair breed for a while, plus the style was lovely and easy to maintain for the most part. As she made her way to the kitchen she passed by two of her housemates. Lisette smiled slightly at them as she passed, offering a brief good morning to them as well. Upon entering the kitchen she was welcomed by the sight of more housemates and the delicious smell of breakfast. Lisette smiled politely. “Good morning everyone.”

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[MadiRaiCat]

Raelynn Stone​

Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: Devin ( wickedlittlecritta ), Saffron ( calypso )
Interactions: Marc, Kaito, Alessia ( mourning star ), Lisette ( erzulie )
Outfit: x | x

Glinting amber fur streamed through the shadows of the forest floor, a hint of brightness against an otherwise dull background. She ran as fast as she possible could, a mere blur dodging undergrowth and hopping over roots. Her muscles had tired long before, but still, she continued to push herself. She needed the practice, needed to better herself, needed to feel as though she was the one in control of whatever she was. One day, she might actually be. The amber wolf slowed her sprint to a light job as she broke free from the forest, dark brown eyes searching the immediate area for any witnesses. The last thing she needed in that moment was an unsuspecting passerby seeing a large wolf in a human-populated area and freak out. Satisfied that no one was around, let alone probably awake at such an early hour, the wolf closed her eyes and began to shift. After a series of painful sounding cracks and rips, a petite brunette woman stood where the wolf once did.

Raelynn rubbed the back of her neck in an attempt to relax the tense muscles there. However, her efforts were futile. She hadn't been relaxed since she was a child, and no amount of hot showers or self-given neck rubs would fix that. Sighing in defeat, the petite brunette took off down the path towards the abandoned beach. When she reached the sandy edge, Raelynn paused for a moment to slip the black sandals from her feet. Letting them dangle from her fingers, she stepped into the cool sand and dug her toes in. That was one of her favorite things about living at the Poppy House, aside from being around people she didn't have to hide herself from. The cool sand, the partly sunny days, the calming sound of the tides pulling water in before quickly tugging it back. The environment was serene and beautiful, enough so to expel at least a small amount of tension and anxiety from Rae's mind. She meandered along the water's edge towards the old house atop the sand dunes, eyes halfheartedly scanning the sand as she moved for any sea shells to add to her collection.

Once Raelynn reached the front door of the Poppy House, she let herself in as silently as she could. Though she could hear the faint sounds of chatter behind the door, the witch knew that some of her housemates would still be asleep. Carefully shutting the door behind her, Rae moved up the stairs towards the small, suite-style room she shared with her familiar. Marc had found her at a rather rough time in her life, and had been the one to bring her to the Poppy House. For that, Raelynn would always be grateful. He was an amazing familiar, somewhat like an older brother to her. At times, Marc could be rather protective of her, and Raelynn would rather not deal with that. Quickly grabbing a change of clothes from her room, Raelynn slipped into the bathroom for a shower just as she heard the knob on Marc's bedroom door turn.

Rae stood beneath the warm water for a moment, letting her mind run free for just a moment. The all-nighter she had pulled was productive if nothing else, as she successfully controlled her shifts into a variety of animals. Her body was a bit sore from the constant breaking and reforming, but she couldn't complain. Rae had maintained her humanity the entire time, and she was at least somewhat proud of herself. After quickly washing her hair and body, Raelynn stepped from the shower and into the steam-filled bathroom. Dressing in a pair of skinny jeans, grey sneakers, and a sleeveless graphic top, Rae quickly twisted her damp hair into braids before exiting the bathroom.

"Nightmares kept you awake again?" Immediately, Raelynn heard the deep voice of her familiar and best friend behind her. Turning on her heel to face Marc, Rae knew that he already knew the answer to his own question. Marc sighed and ran a hand through his mop of dark hair. "You know, one of these days, lack of sleep is going to catch up with you. I don't know why you won't let me make you a sleep talisman or something," he continued, gesturing to the plethora of supplies that sat on a nearby bookshelf. Raelynn rolled her eyes and responded, "Because I don't need one, Marc."

Truthfully, she was terrified that a sleep talisman would lock her away in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. But Rae would never tell Marc that. "Now come on, I smell breakfast," she added before the conversation could continue. Rae dashed out into the hallway and down the stairs, passing Devin and Saffron on her way. Once she reached the kitchen, Rae immediately found a mug and filled it with dark, bitter coffee, her favorite breakfast. She leaned against the counter top and nodded a 'good morning' to the others in the room.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Marc Bennett​

Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: None
Interactions: Raelynn, Kaito ( mourning star ), Lisette ( erzulie )
Outfit: x

The soft soothing sound of a Mozart symphony filled Marc's bedroom, just loud enough for him to hear but not so loud as to wake up the other residents of the house. The dark-haired familiar had been up for awhile, awaken by the sound of Raelynn leaving their shared room in the early hours of the morning. Knowing that Rae could be a bit rash when her emotions got the better of her, Marc had been tempted to shift into his canine form and follow her into the forest. His long, dark fur would camouflage him among the shadows, and Raelynn would never have known he was there. But his best friend morals outweighed his protective nature. Marc didn't want to seem like the overbearing big brother he knew Rae thought of him as. So, instead, he decided to stay in and await her return.

Raelynn had come a long way since he first met her a few years before. Back then, she was rash and uncontrollable, unable to block out the animal instincts and hold on to her humanity. To be fair, Marc knew that it wasn't Raelynn's fault. She spent her entire childhood not knowing that she was a witch, and therefore not practicing to understand and control her abilities. On top of all that, after the death of her mother, Rae was put through hell by her father and his sick pseudoscience experiments. She truthfully had no one to show her the magical ropes. It was the complete opposite of Marc's own life. Having been raised in a family of familiars, Marc had spent his entire childhood learning and training for his future job. Though he ended up a disappointment to his family, Marc couldn't imagine his childhood without talismans, runes, and his dog form.

Marc shook the thoughts away, returning his attention to the the array of books, tomes, and scrolls spread out across his desk. The notepad in front of him was filled with pencil sketches, potential ideas for runes and talismans to of different natures and abilities. Talisman and rune-making was the only magic he really could do. His twin brother, the brawn to his brains, had so many more abilities, as though he somehow had absorbed Marc's while in the womb together. In the beginning, Marc thought it wasn't fair. But he grew to be okay with their differences.

Even though the sound was practically silent, Marc heard the door to their suite-style room open and shut. Raelynn had returned, and he wanted to ask her about her sleep. Since the time Marc had met her, she had recurring nightmares that kept her from sleeping. But she would never talk about them. Marc went to pull his bedroom door open, but Raelynn had already disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. Rolling his eyes with a grin, Marc grabbed another tome from a nearby table and began to reread it. A few moments later, Rae emerged from the bathroom. "Nightmares kept you awake again?" Marc asked, watching as she turned to face him. He could tell already that the answer was 'yes.'

Running a hand through his hair, Marc once again offered her a talisman. But Raelynn declined and left the room to avoid any further conversation on the matter. "That girl will be the death of me one day," Marc muttered to himself before following her through the hallway and down into the kitchen. The smell of delicious breakfast food filled the air, and Marc couldn't help but smile. "Kaito, you've really outdone yourself this morning. This looks amazing," Marc complimented, grabbing a stack of plates from the cabinet and sitting them on the counter for others to use. He filled his own with food before sitting on a stool behind the breakfast bar as Lisette entered the room, "Morning, Lisette. How did you sleep?"

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[S n o w]

• The Witch
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  »Elliot
  Elliot laid on the floor in a quiet corner of the library. One hand was tucked under his head, while the other held a heavy book above him. He lowered it to his chest when he heard the noise outside. The house was awake. Elliot woke a little after dawn, and spent his morning in the library, trying to decipher books that were just a little too advanced for him.
  
  The library was his favorite room in the house. Not only did he feel it was the only place he could really relax, but also he was in his element. He was surrounded by paper, constantly. Elliot would never damage any of the books, but it still comforted him. Though, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone even under the threat of death. He sat up, spreading the book out in his lap. It made his head hurt, but in a good way.
  
  He should put the book away and join the slow stream of witches marching to the dining room. Instead, Elliot flipped the page. There were too many people living at the house. He would rather eat cold breakfast than stand around a crowded room, forced into small talk He shook his head and leaned closer to the book.
  
  
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  »Jude Lapine
  Jude peeked at the window from his bed. It didn't look like morning. The thick, dark clouds were throwing shadows around the room, and he couldn't see out past the rain smearing the glass. He tugged a pillow over his head. He was more than a little tempted to sleep in and use the storm as an excuse for why he'd lost track of time. But he couldn't. Now that he was half-awake, other sounds were filtering in. The sound of doors opening and closing outside, the chatter of his housemates. It was a wonder he slept through the rain for so long. It was so loud. He rolled over with a groan, eyeing the bed beside his. It was empty, of course. Elliot liked to be up early, the heathen. His bed was pushed up against the back wall, both the farthest away from the window and the closest to the door.
  
  He rolled out of bed, scrubbing both hands through his hair. At the very least, he could make himself look presentable for the early birds. Jude pulled on a long red and black robe, but didn't bother to tie it before he left the room. Though before he could get out, he encountered a problem. Namely in the form of the hair caught under his door. Jude looked up, searching for the owner, but she long gone. For all he knew Saffron was already downstairs and well into breakfast while her hair explored the house, independent of her. The easy solution would have been to pull the door back and push the hair out the way himself. Yeah, no. He wasn't touching magic hair. He had no interest in finding out what would happen if he did.
  
  That left the harder option. He left the door and hair and undid the latch on his window. He was soaked through before he made it onto the roof. Jude slipped and skidded his way to the edge. He could have waited for Saffron to notice, but he was hungry. He climbed down, somehow landed on his feet, and strolled in through the front door. He made at least a little effort to squeeze the water out of his robe. Upon entering the dining room, Jude plucked a piece of bread, still fresh and warm. That first bite, to him, was worth the roof climb.
  
  "Good morning everyone," he greeted. "It's turning out to be a lovely day, isn't it?"
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[Alvaris]

Titus
Titus grunted before sliding his feet onto the floor. He woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. Running his hand through his hair he pushed off the bed. His alarm was supposed to go off hours ago. He glanced over at the end table, where his clock was. Plants sprouted through it. Oops. He shook his head before grabbing the pot from beside his bed. That's the last time he put one so close to the clock. After putting the plant by the window sill he tossed the clock into the trash by his door. It was the second one he'd manage to destroy this week. He shuffled over to his dresser and put on jeans and a dark shirt.

He stepped out of the room and glanced back at the plant at the sill before shaking his head. The Marble Queen was a gift from his mother and he preferred keeping it close, but not at the cost of anymore alarm clocks. He closed the door and headed downstairs. Chattering filled the air the closer he came to the kitchen. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation, maybe after some food he'd feel better. He lingered outside the kitchen and smiled at the smell of food. His stomach rumbled before he placed his hand over it. He was looking forward to breakfast.

Titus leaned against the door frame. The kitchen felt overcrowded. He'd wait to until the crowd died down before he'd get a plate.
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[AI10100]

Roland Whitechapel
Interacting with:
Mentions: calypso
Location: Porch area​

There were perks to living in the Poppy House. Roland had been convinced by the two that this was the case. He doesn't blame them for trying to convince him that it was a better idea than staying at that shifty old apartment that he had woken up in with no memories. Nevertheless, Roland had blindly allowed them to lead his life - letting them take temporary control in where he lives so that he may understand his situation better. Roland still did not know what being a familiar truly insinuates or what they do, but he was at the very least aware of the power balance in this magical world. They were to be servants or helpers to witches or wizards who can control a school of magic they choose to specialize in. Sarah and Warren were currently on the search for any witch or wizard who has the capabilities of removing the magical block in his memories that kept him from remembering the first 18 years of his life.

Roland had already been outside by dawn, an open newspaper at his side and his cellphone on his right and a cigarette on his left. Roland did love the early mornings and it gave him enough time for himself until the rest of the residents of the Poppy House woke up. He had gotten along with most of them for the most part during his stay. He could say less for Saffron because of the incident that involved him having to forcibly use his power against her and the fact that it was extremely dangerous, but he still cared for her in a way that meant he was already emotionally invested in her wellbeing. Whether this meant that he felt that she was going to be his master or merely that he wished to help her, Roland wasn't exactly quite sure. He didn't even know how you choose a master, let alone have one.

He took a drag of the cigarette and let out a puff of smoke, tearing his eyes away from the screen of his phone for a moment to watch it disappear into the air. One of the reasons why he smoked during the morning was because of the fact that some of the other residents might not appreciate it and thus, he made sure that he would only smoke when the least amount of residents were awake - namely at dawn. They were either sleeping, in the kitchen or somewhere inside. That meant he had the entirety of the porch to himself and he made sure to smoke a little bit to the side so that even if they do pass by, they wouldn't be too bothered by it.

"And so they have awakened." Roland had muttered to himself when he heard a couple of doors opening and closing. Footsteps from the inside. The unmistakable clatter inside the kitchen from Kaito finishing up their breakfast for the day. He typically headed in last so that he can still finish his cigarette. Kaito always made enough for all of them and he wasn't a big eater. If he was, he wouldn't have survived as long as he had. He turned back to his phone and continued on to scroll without a second thought.

 

[erzulie]

Lisette Duprè

❤​

Mentions:

Interactions: Marc, Kaito, Jude

Tags: mourning star , MadiRaiCat , S n o w

Outfit: x

Lisette turned her attention to Marc when he spoke to her. Apep seemed to copy his companion’s movement as his head turned to look at his fellow familiar. “Like the dead. I feel so refreshed. And yourself cher?” Lisette grabbed her self a plate as she walked in further. Her stomach growled lightly as the smell hit her again. “Oh excuse me. Marc is right this smells and looks delicious.” Lisette loaded her plate before taking a seat at the bar herself. Apep eyed the food in disinterest, he preferred his food alive and kicking, or as fresh as possible. He’d been fed twice for the week. But being the sneaky reptile that he was he’d sneak from his home to do some hunting. Despite not being hungry Apep enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.

Apep turned his head to look at the dripping figure who’d entered the kitchen and in turn Lisette turned her head to look as well. She quirked an eyebrow at him. By now Lisette was used to Jude’s ways. So seeing him enter the kitchen wet and in his rob didn’t surprise her. “Good morning Jude. Are you sure about that? You’re dripping.” She shook her head in amusement.

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[MoltenLightning]

◢ Vivian Fiere ◤
Location: Her room, then the hallway
Interacting w/: No one, yet​

Noise. That's the first thing that Vivian noted when she finally decided to wake up. People were loud, but animals were always louder. Back in her old home, the animals would croak or caw or screech whenever they awoke, so sleeping off their schedule was impossible. She got rather adept at sleeping heavier, but noise still got the better of her sensitive ears. Blinking bleary morning-eye away, Vivian stretched, the bundle of blankets around her shifting with her. Realizing the blankets looked rather large, she came to the conclusion that she transformed in her sleep again. She noted her tiny furry arms and sighed, as much as a pine marten could. She really was trying to get better about that, but it seemed that her animal form would always be the form she most comfortably took. Especially if she wasn't thinking about it. Giving her room a once over, she registered the fact that it was undamaged. At least she hadn't run rampant in the night.

Separating herself from the comfortable blankets, she jumped off of her bed in the same instant that she transformed, landing on her human feet with a bit of trouble. Man, having two feet instead of four was a bit inconvenient sometimes. But she knew she had to get used to it, so she kept challenging herself with small things to get more acclimated to her human form. Sometimes it worked, other times... Not so much. A few injuries were all that was left of her failed attempts, but she was nothing if not tenacious, so those didn't dampen her spirit. Glancing at her closet, she decided getting dressed would probably be a good bet. Clumsily, she managed to get new clothes on. The clothes barely matched at all (they were the same color though!), but she still felt proud of herself none the less. She wore a winter coat, coupled with a skirt, and boot-cut jeans. Fashion designers would either cringe, or tell her she was the next big thing. Both reactions were nonsensical to her.

Making her way to the door, she turned the door knob effortlessly (a skill which she boasted about sometimes) and walked out into the hallway. Her eyes almost didn't catch the length of hair running down the hall, but she managed to avoid it before problems occurred. Saffron was always sensitive about it, so she wanted to make sure that she didn't violate the girl's trust by touching the hair. Patiently, Vivian waited for the hair to begin its decent down the stairs. She thought of other things idly while this happened. Immediately, she zoned out, unaware of her surroundings except for the hair she was following. Her mind drifted to images of honey. Honey was one of her favorite foods. It was sweet and and the texture was delightful... Not to mention it was fascinating to just look at...

If she wasn't hungry before, there was no doubt that she was now. She'd have to scour the kitchen for traces of honey... She couldn't remember if she had eaten it all or not. Hopefully she hadn't...

 

[plague rats]

Let Down

Drops of condensation raced down the shower walls as Virgil tried to focus his eyes. Being up this early was new to him and he was grateful for the clouds hiding the sun. Though the storm was half the reason he was awake at all- It’d been one in a long series of long nights so he’d given up on trying to find sleep again and forced himself out of bed. He’d hoped a shower would help him adjust to waking life but now he found himself slumping against the wall to let the water pound down on him. It provided a comforting white noise and he was half tempted to curl up around the drain. His eyes wavered shut for a second and he could picture himself lying there until his body dissolved and washed down the drain.

It wasn’t that he was unhappy here. Being around folks like him was comforting and god knows it beat cowering behind the couch in his last shithole apartment. But it was weirdly domestic in a way that left him feeling out of place. The breakfasts, the roommates, the lessons. It was the routine that wore him down. In Vegas it’d been a kind of timelessness, a constant motion that let him ignore the days passing by. Now the clocks ticked forward with purpose and he had to do the same. So he finally shut the shower off and threw on the same clothes he’d taken off earlier.

He didn’t make it far down the hallway before hitting the traffic jam. Pausing next to Vivian, he gave her a curt nod. “Hey, look who got the door open. And you stayed human too, you’re killin’ it today.” The sounds from downstairs were a reminder that early for him was late for most around here. But he wasn’t in any rush to join the crowd waiting in the kitchen.


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[apolla]

Mercedes​

Sadie was not a morning person.

Despite the normal noises in the rest of the house made by the others waking up, she slept on, one hand flung haphazardly over her face while the other hung off of her bed. She snored lightly as she lay there, the sound obvious but not disturbing her roommate, who sat in his bed reading a book by the soft light of the lamp beside his bed.

Without warning, Sadie stopped breathing.

In her mind, she tumbled through a dense fog. She could barely see her hands in front of her face as she gripped and tore at the air in front of her, trying to find a way through. A weight pressed on her chest, and she stumbled, feeling her knee scrape something hard. Hissing in pain, she opened her mouth to speak-

-and promptly shot up in bed.

Breathing hard, she glanced down at herself, relieved to find that she was in one piece. After checking to make sure, she blew out a sharp breath, reaching up to gather her thick brown hair and lift if off of her neck.

"Another one?" Cade asked calmly from his corner of the room, his voice travelling to her easily.

"It's still just fog." She admitted sadly. So far, trying to learn to walk in others dreams had been nothing but frustrating. It wasn't even something she did on purpose; it just happened. Cade hypothesized that one day she'd be able to see the dream itself and even manipulate it, but Sadie had her doubts.

Cade hummed in response, peering back at his book. "Hungry?" He asked after a moment.

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Cade​

"Hungry?" Cade read on in his book, knowing how Sadie was in the mornings. She hated them, and he knew that if she hadn't been shaken out of that dream she'd still be sleeping. However, he also knew how much she loved breakfast foods, and he himself had to admit the smells wafting through the house were delectable.

"Starved." Throwing the blankets off of her, Sadie stood, stretching. Tying her hair into a messy bun atop her head with a hair tie she found on her bedside table, she shot him a look. "Coming?"

"I suppose." He shrugged, bookmarking his page and shutting the book. Setting it aside, Sadie could finally see the title, and a slow smile spread across her features.

"I didn't know you read for pleasure, Cade." She teased lightly, eyeing the cover of the Twilight book with interest.

"I had to see what the fuss was about." He shrugged on a shirt, his tone indifferent.

"You're late to the party."

"Aren't I always?"

Sadie rolled her eyes in response, and grabbed a hoodie from her closet before heading for the door. The hoodie fell nicely on her, almost concealing her sleep shorts. Beside her in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Cade gestured for her to go first. The pair made their way towards the kitchen, careful to avoid the hair on the ground. They arrived, finding it bustling already. Sadie made a beeline for the food, while Cade lingered by the door, always needing a fast way out.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Raelynn Stone​

Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: None
Interactions: Marc, Open
Outfit: x | x

The hair on the back of Raelynn's neck as the rather small kitchen slowly filled with people. It felt like ice began to flow through her veins as her anxiety started to rise. After spending so long in a cage, Rae was not a fan of small places, especially if those places were crowded with people. Holding the mug of steaming coffee in both hands, Raelynn glanced across the room at where Marc sat. He easily met her gaze, already knowing what she was feeling. Something about him being a familiar allowed him to have the ability to sense when she was stressed or upset. On some occasions, it sucked as it was hard for Raelynn to hide anything from him. On the other, it could definitely come in handy. Marc offered her a sharp nod before returning to the polite breakfast conversation filling the room. "Excuse me," Raelynn murmured, slipping around the others in the room to the back door as quietly as she could as to not distract draw anyone's attention.

Walking out on the back deck, Raelynn gently closed the door behind her. She released a breath she didn't notice she had been holding and felt her body physically relax a bit. With a small smile, Raelynn walked over to a small patio table and sat her coffee mug down on top of it. It was a little chilly with the breeze, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Raelynn pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, examining the the cardboard box for a moment. It was a bad habit she had picked up over the years to deal with her anxiety, one that she kind of hated but nevertheless needed. Raelynn pulled out a cigarette and placed it between her lips, cupping a hand around the other end to prevent the wind from putting out the lighter. She sat the pack and the lighter on the table alongside her coffee before taking a deep inhale, filling herl ungs with the calming smoke. With an exhale, Raelynn couldn't help but chuckle. "Cigarettes and coffee," she murmured to herself, looking out at the water once again, "Breakfast of champions."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Marc Bennett​

Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: Jude ( S n o w )
Interactions: Raelynn, Lisette ( erzulie ), Mercedes ( apolla )
Outfit: x

Marc picked up the perfectly crisped piece of toast on his plate, reaching over the counter to grab the butter and strawberry jam from its center. He swiped the butter on first before topping it with a spoonful of jam. Taking a bite, Marc couldn't help but grin. Toast and jam had always been one of his favorite things, even since childhood. He wasn't sure why, maybe it had something to do with the nostalgia factor. Toast and jam tended to remind him of the breakfasts his mother had made for the family back in Australia. Shaking away the memory, Marc smiled in response to Lisette's question. "Oh, about as good as one could expect I suppose," he answered, shrugging his shoulders sarcastically. It was then that he noticed Jude enter the room, absolutely drenched from head to toe. Marc smirked a bit, curious of the story behind the puddles dripping from the other familiar's robe. However, in a place like the Poppy House, Marc always expected the strange to occur, and knew better than to ask about it.

Marc plowed through the food on his plate, a delicious feast of eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, toast, and potatoes. The familiar worked out a bit, not only because he wanted to keep in shape, but also so he could eat any and everything he wanted without worrying about it. Being a canine familiar had its perks: a fast metabolism, a form that could run for quite some time with tiring, and of course the adorableness of being a fluffy black dog. He immediately felt a sense of anxiety wash over him, one that was not his own. Marc looked up, dark gaze meeting that of Raelynn's from across the room. He could tell from her expression that she needed to escape the crowded space, and so he nodded for her to go. He would check on her later. Marc's gaze followed the witch as she exited the back door before returning to the task at hand. Just as he finished his plate, he noticed Mercedes moving through line to pile up her own plate of food. "Here, you can have my seat," he said with a smile, standing from the stool. "I'm finished anyway, so be my guest." Marc moved to put his plate in the dishwasher before moving to the kettle to make himself a cup of herbal tea.

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[Alvaris]

Titus
MadiRaiCat
Titus glanced up at Raelynn as she slipped out the backdoor. The kitchen was still buzzing with hungry people, none of which he felt like talking to. He moved around the group and headed toward the backdoor. He opened the door and stepped out and took a deep breath. A slight breeze ruffled his hair. He felt the plants growing around him, from the smallest bud to the large oak across the yard. Being outside was always better and he preferred being in nature, touching the trees, talking to the animals. Most people thought he was a little nuts, but he found the company of animals far better than people.

He glanced over toward Raelynn before approaching her. "Isn't it always?" He said, his voice low. Her connection with animals always intrigued him. She was clearly unsettled about something and he wasn't sure what. He stood across from her and leaned against the railing. He didn't want to see her in this distressed state - for some reason it bothered him, and he wasn't often concerned about how others felt. He gave her a half smile, with her connection to animals, he figured he could help her feel better. Instead of asking permission he began attempting to manipulate her emotions, lightening the dark feeling that swelled around her. ​

 

[AI10100]

Roland Whitechapel
Interacting with:
Mentions: erzulie calypso MoltenLightning
Location: Porch area​

Roland looked down at his cigarette and noticed that he had burnt through it. With a sigh, he put it out at the ash tray before rising from his position. Well now, he supposed everyone should be awake and had gotten their respective breakfasts before him. Still, there was always the high possibility that the dining room was still filled. Maybe he should just get a sandwich and a cup of coffee and he could take his breakfast somewhere else. Or maybe a lot of them would think of doing that too. Hm. Well, he'll see what will happen.

Entering the house, he could spot the others settling down in their seats and some coming in. Lisette was there. Surprisingly, was that... Saffron? Okay, that was odd. She usually didn't show her face during the day. Instinctively, his hand went to the side of abdomen. Ever since then, she didn't really talk to him as much as before. Whenever he knocked, there were more instances of him being ignored than before. It was like going back to step one...

But like worse.

He rubbed the back of his head and then took his breakfast. He raised a mug when he caught Lisette's gaze to signify that he did see her. He began looking around. Now where was that kid? Vivian hadn't made her appearance yet. He wondered if the kid found it hard to get out again. Since she spent most of her time in animal form, he knew that she had trouble maneuvering around human-made structures. He was helping her with a lot of things plus social interactions.

Wordlessly, he went to a close wall and leaned, taking bites off the sandwich and occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.

 

[calypso]

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"Bad news, Rapunzel, there's no prince outside,"

A yelp sounded from Saffron, before the young woman whipped around. The rapid movement caused a jerk in her hair, and it sent Saffron nearly stumbling to the side. If pulled taunt enough, her hair was definitely a good tripwire. Hitting the wall, Saffron was quick to turn her attention over to the man speaking to her. A rather panicked looked had overtaken her expression, due to her easily startled nature. Had she seriously not noticed him coming down the hall? He was soaking wet, despite being fully dressed. A slight blush instantly pecked at her cheeks, and she turned her gaze upward. Her hands moved to grab her hair, and she began to slowly gather it up in her arms.

Calling her Rapunzel, that wasn't new. This guy was named Devin, right? Staying silent as she gathered up the white locks, Saffron thought over what exactly she planned to say. Should she be sassy and witty to him? That probably wouldn't go well, considering she barely knew the dude. But at the same time, he went for the most classic jest in the book about her. Glancing down to see a good twenty feet of hair still remained free, Saffron just gave a loud sigh and began to slowly walk past him and back towards her room- Away from the smell of coffee.

"Darn, you're right. There are just no princes here, guess I better just go wait in my tower until the middle of the night when no one will remind me about the lack of princely beings," she muttered as she walked past him, casting a sharp look in his direction as she went. Of course, it was very intimidating until Saffron tripped over her own hair with a loud yelp. Her first instinct was to drop the hair she held, sending it flying upward as she tumbled down. It slowly floated after her, and soon Saffron was buried under her own locks once again.

With that, she'd simply lay there in silence. Oh, that was just embarrassing. Bad type of embarrassing, super bad. Under all her hair, she could instantly feel her cheeks starting to heat up. That wasn't a good thing either, very bad. She needed to calm down, it was fine, right? As long as he didn't laugh at her, and as long as she didn't get too caught up on how completely embarrassing and terrible that just was. She literally just tripped over her own hair, how stupid was that?

As Saffron laid there in her hair, a bit of black was slowly starting to creep up from the very end of her locks nearby. Something Saffron couldn't see, but perhaps Devin could. She just needed to calm down before anything actually bad happened.
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[wickedlittlecritta]

Devin Murphy
Location: the hall| Interacting with: Saffron| Mentions: calypso
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Alright, the Rapunzel comment wasn't very original. Devin could admit that, at the look and the mutter and accept the abrupt about face that it earned. She must have heard it a thousand times. He didn't manage to say anything else before she tripped over her hair and went down and disappeared under it.

"Shit, princess, you okay in there?" Devin asked, tucking the cigarette butt in his pocket and crouching down. Did rules about not touching other people's hair count when they were drowning in it? Also, and perhaps more pressingly, why would anyone ever have so much hair? This was ridiculous. "You, uh, need a hand?"

 

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Jude picked up a plate and filled it with a few more delicious bread rolls, a blueberry muffin, and a slice of ham. "Oh this?" he asked Lisette, gesturing to his soaked robe. "It's just a drizzle. It'll be dry before I'm done eating." He carried his breakfast and his soaked robe to a back counter, where he could stay out of the way as people rushed for the food in the middle. He studiously ignored the puddle forming at his feet. Jude glanced at, then away from Lisette's familiar. He always felt weird about the fact that he was essentially equal to a snake. One that couldn't even talk. Though, he would keep his thoughts to himself since Lisette could probably sew his mouth shut from across the room with no effort at all.

"The infamous Mercedes Jones joins us for breakfast," Jude said as the brunette and her familiar arrived. He raised his half-eaten muffin in greeting. "Fully awake and it's not even noon." He consulted his imaginary watch. "Color me surprised."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Raelynn Stone​

Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: Roland ( AI10100 )
Interactions: Titus ( Alvaris )
Outfit: x | x

The cigarette hung loosely between her fingers as Raelynn stared out across the balcony towards the murky ocean. The water pushed and pulled against the sand, a testament to how strong the moon's pull truly was on the earth. Many types of witches worshiped the moon and it's apparently magical abilities. But Raelynn couldn't ever wrap her head around worshiping anything. Magic may have been real, but that didn't mean every other belief was as well. After all, what kind of deity would allow her father to do the terrible things that he had done to her? In what belief were those things okay? Raelynn tried to push the thoughts away as they only darkened her mind more so than it already was. Taking another sip of caffeine and chasing it with a drag from the cigarette, the dangerous mix of uppers and downers flowed steadily through the brunette witch's blood stream. It distracted her long enough from her thoughts to slightly calm her as she didn't even notice Roland pass by to enter the house nor Titus exit it.

The new voice made her flinch slightly, not realizing someone else had joined her outside. "Damn, Titus, you nearly gave me a heart attack," she replied, looking up at the handsome wizard standing opposite her with curious chocolate brown eyes. Though their relationship couldn't be classified as much more than acquaintances, Rae couldn't help but feel a slight connection with him. After all, her magic was heavily based in animals and his was considered to be one with nature. Taking one last drag from the cigarette, Raelynn stomped the butt out beneath her sneaker. Abruptly, she felt the darkness surrounding her thoughts begin to fade, a new light peaking through. For a moment, she savored it, happy that the anxious feelings were subsiding. But soon after, Raelynn realized the emotional change was not of her own volition. She shot Titus a hard yet weak look, trying her best to block her mind from him. "Titus, you know I hate it when you get in my head like that."

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[erzulie]

Lisette Duprè

❤​

Mentions:

Interactions: Jude, Marc, Roland

Tags: S n o w , MadiRaiCat , AI10100

Outfit: x

Lisette uttered a simple good morning to those who’d just entered the kitchen. The room was steadily beginning to get crowded and she’d take her leave soon. “Right...a drizzle, the puddle at your feet says otherwise. Though you should be careless or you’ll catch a cold.” Lisette chuckled. She nodded at Marc’s answer. “Well it could be worse.” The priestess then caught Roland’s gaze when he entered the room. She smiled slightly at him in turn. She’d have to meet with him later, Lisette had more ways of trying to figure out how to rid him of his amnesia. It was an interesting case to her, which is why she had agreed to help in the first place. The challenge of trying to figure out how to fix him in a sense was stimulating, she’d always loved a good challenge. Apep seemed to take note of Roland because he turned his attention to the other familiar and eyed him intently.

It was cute in a way. Lisette didn’t know why her familiar was so interested in Roland but she saw nothing wrong with it. The games they played kept Apep out of trouble and made him easy to find when he decided to seek him out.

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[apolla]

Mercedes​

Sadie, already irritated with her inability to dream walk and simultaneously starving, almost completely ignored Marc as he got up to make room for her. Quickly swallowing the bite of toast she'd chomped on, she offered him a small smile and nod of thanks.

After making her own plate, knowing Cade wouldn't eat right now, she seated herself in the barstool Marc had previously occupied. Just as she was about to take another bite of toast, a familiar voice spoke up from the corner of the room. A slow smirk spread across her features as she twisted in her seat to face Jude.

"Must have gotten my internal alarm clock confused." Sadie munched on toast, leaning her back against the table behind her after checking to ensure her plate was safe from being knocked onto the floor. "Trust me, a full nap is going to be in order today!"

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Cade​

Cade didn't expect anyone to actually greet him as he followed Sadie to the kitchen, so he wasn't surprised when all he got were just a few looks. He watched Sadie get her breakfast while lingering on the edge of the room, though his eyes were soon drawn to the outside.

Despite the storm, he started in that direction, pushing open the doors and stepping outside. He wasn't surprised to see that there were others out here, and though he nodded in greeting, he didn't speak as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light one. Sadie hated the habit, but he'd been smoking for far longer than he knew her.

Feeling the rush of early morning nicotine hit him as he inhaled, he closed his eyes and held the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling, taking a few steps away from the doors.

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