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</b><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><span style="font-size: 18px">NAME:Tristan Müller</span></span><br/>
Alias: </b>Cabal Orange<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Tris<br/>
<b>Age: </b>26<br/>
<b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 - early afternoon<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Operations Room, hallway, bedrooms<br/>
<b>Wearing: </b>See Picture - Jeans - White T and a hooded jacket --&gt; Jeans and plaid button shirt.<br/>
<b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F0BVUA3FXqQLvZb7r4T22NJ%3Fsi%3D96390f903f9f480e&amp;hash=6a1f790d2af64600a6c10144af23208d" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/0BVUA3FXqQLvZb7r4T22NJ?si=96390f903f9f480e" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Home</a><br/>
<b>Tagging: Emmy, Alley, Kenji<br/>
Mentioning: </b>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Turning around he felt a sense of worry over his baby sister. He gave a small peck on top of Emmy her head as she sat in her chair and walked back to Alley. As soon as he reached her,  he heard her talking softly.<b><i>"You can't blame them, neither did you"</i></b><br/>He frowned lightly before replying to her greeting, followed by some talk about a pot and a kettle...<br/><b><i>"Hey sis... sure I'll help. Just glad you'll be staying."</i></b>As he chased after her he wondered why she left in the first place. Tristan for the first time since the meeting wondered if everyone would finally be coming home. He had been so caught up into finding his sister, that he had buried his feelings over the rest of his family. He had taken Emmy for granted and missed everyone... perhaps even Kenji.<br/><br/>When they reached the hallway where he had previously left, Alley he luggage he gave her a small smile. "Yea... I kinda didn't leave. Glad you're back though." Alley gave him a smile in returned after saying he could leave her bags there. She moved off towards the gardens with paper and could still remember the small origami presents she left all over the place. He looked at her bags and decided to move them anyway. Whether this was out of fear she would leave again or out of his big brotherly love for her, he couldn't tell. Yet he did it none the less. When he reached the rooms, he decided to leave the bags in front of her door.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1669497331028-jpeg.136678/" title="1669497331028.jpeg">
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</div>Tristan remembered the state he had arrived home in and entered the room next to Alleys old room. As he took in his familiar room he let out a heavy sigh. "Everyone is home..." he muttered. He placed his guitar against the wall and looked at the shelf above bed. A broad smile clearly visible on his face. The last origami Alley had made for him before leaving, still stood proudly on the shelf.<br/><br/>He never figured out how she made these precious little gifts. He had tried, lord knows he tried so many times with the help of Youtube videos. He never managed to make his hands do what he wanted when folding paper. Alley made it seem so effortlessly as she did it. He had seen her folding a couple of times and was amazed how she just saw the shapes inside the paper. Sure he could sing and play guitar but what she did was art none the less. He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the shelf nex to the origami guitar.<br/><br/>Remembering how hungry he was he decided to take a shower first though. He saw his reflection in the free standing mirror in his room and saw he looked like a total mess. Taking off his T-shirt he walked to his adjoined bathroom and closed the door. He took off<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1669498288032-png.136679/" title="1669498288032.png">
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</div>his clothed and stepped into his walk in shower. Turning on the rain shower he let out another heavy sigh as the warm water ran over his body. His eyes closed and face looking up, he wondered if he could've stopped it all. Mother... she died while he was away. Alley had called him while on a date to 'save' her from this weirdo. If he had been home, perhaps all of this wouldn't have happened. After some mulling and washing he got out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he dried himself off and looked in his closet. Finally he decided on a black, red and white plaid button down shirt and a pair of jeans. Tristan sat down just for a second on his bed and grabbed his guitar. He decided that before heading back and finding something to eat he would practice a few more songs.<br/>He fiddled the strings, practicing his mothers song. After making sure he had the notes all down, he softly played a few more tunes without singing. After he made sure he had them all down, he got up and slung his guitar on his back. Guess he would head back to the family.