<i><b>Name: Alissa Müller <br/>
Codename: Voilet <br/>
Location : Operation room, hallway, garden<br/>
Tagging: Tristan<br/>
Mentioned: Emmy, Chris, Addy, Kenji<br/>
Mood Music: Breath me - Sia<br/>
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</div><br/>Alissa sat quietly as people started filling out, seemingly eager to get away from each other. Nobody had greeted her, not even a hello. Well nobody but Kenji.<br/><br/>"You can't blame them, neither did you"<br/><br/>She saw Tristan look at her again, was that out loud again? She smiled at him<br/><br/>"Hello"<br/><br/>Her eyes traveling over everyone in the room, wow, Emmy was trying really hard to avoid eye contact. She gave a smile towards Chris, when she was still little and discovered she couldn't stand meat, he would often just produce a delicious exotic fruit on the spot for her. But that was years back. Before her powers ruined her in their eyes, before she became the one in the way, before Tristan......  Her eyes briefly met Addys', she looked away so quickly she nearly got whiplash. The irony was not lost on her however, she scolding Emmy internally only to do the same.<br/><br/>"Hello pot, meet kettle"<br/><br/>She looked back at her brother. "My bags, can you help me get them to my room? And you know I mean you carry it right, it's heavy" She got up and left the room without as much as another word.<br/><br/>The mansion felt, strange, different, unwelcoming. She didn't feel at home any more, well, that's depressing. Her little appartment felt like this as well, she assumed it was because she thought this her home, seems not. Nowhere then?<br/><br/>"Tristan? Do you still live here?" If not she would move in with hom until...... tomorrow, next week, who knew. If not..... She thinks she heard someone mention Kenji lived on his own in the city somewhere, perhaps he could help? At least he greeted her. She can't afford a hotel.<br/><br/>" You know what, just leave them there. I just want my paper" she said with a smile. Digging out her bag of colorful paper she gave him another smile, but left him there making her way to the gardens, she used to have a special spot there, and she needed to keep her hands busy. She wonders what she should fold, maybe each of her siblings, as a piece offering. But Addy was getting a big ass and horns!