<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Ristina : North side Blue Moon Bar/ 8:30 pm </span><br/><br/>30 minutes passed for Ristina and she found that the owner of the blue moon had yet to return. A dark feeling shrouded through her , but she shrugged it off. Finally deciding to leave the little application underneath the door for future look over. Then without a second thought she turned back the way she came and headed down the stairs. Feeling the unnatural hands groping her ass from male and female werewolves. Her eyes wandered the bar as she debated whether to stay and dance or to go hit up the next club to see if she couldnâ€™t grab a job there.<br/><br/>Her feet gracefully took her through the dance floor as her hips shook to the music, and she managed to make her way to the door to the exit. Even with minor distractions of drunk werewolves, and odd invitations for a dance partner. Normally she would accept but tonightâ€¦she just feltâ€¦it would be the one night she would stick to responsibility for once.  Or at least try to.<br/><br/>She left the place making it to her car to fumble around for the keys -pushed the key into the ignition and started the car-  as she listened to the radio. " There has been an incident inside the crowl hospital . All are asked to reframe from sending their loved ones to the crowl hospital , and instead are to make their way to the Manhattan city hospital." The local news station regarded the words with a little grief to their voices. That concerned her but  it wasnâ€™t her business and from experience it was always better to wait the next day for these kinds of incidents to clear up. Considering she did use to be a newscaster herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Perdition Nightclub/ 10:00 PM </span><br/><br/>She spent most of the rest of her time dinning at a local restaurant until the clock hit 9:30 and she decided to give perdition nightclub a run for their money.  The car pulled into to the parking lot for the perdition night club and she heaved a sigh. Why was finding a job so hard for her these days?  Her feet stepped her onto the dry pavement and took her to the entrance to the club part of the place. She knew that getting a job on the southside would not be the greatest. Since she was a total north sider.<br/><br/>Her body swiveled into the mesh of people inside the place. The skirt she wore once again was being touched, but it didnâ€™t matter. At this point she had at least one drink, and made her way to the bar to slide into a stool. Without a word she placed 50 bucks on the table , waiting for the bartender to notice her.  While she waited a sly sexy smile crossed her face. Oh hell maybe she would have a little vixen fun tonight while finding a job.<br/><br/>At last the bartender noticed her and she smiled. "Do you mind getting me the hardest you have here in terms of alcohol for that price sir."<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Seiria: North side Castle/Kotsuna domain/  7:00 PM </span><br/><br/>Seiria Valentine awoke to a cold feeling inside the pit of her stomach. It was unusual but none the less with the amount of ages she has lasted â€¦the feeling was fairly faint. She dressed into a small light blue gown that left her perfect legs showing, and started to clean the room that her mistress had given to her. Oh her mistress did not mind that she left the grounds, or that she was by far older than the dear mistress. It was choice that led them together. Not fate but choice. <br/><br/>Her silent steps through the darkened castle made the errie castle even errier. Considering it was the last of itâ€™s kind, and there were plenty of stories about it. However that in no means made it less livable. She helped her mistress with the money issues since her bank was quite frankly endless and her mistresses was well not so endless. But it has been a long time since she last had traveled through society. Maybe about 100 years, and her mistress didnâ€™t mind her staying cooped up inside the castle for the last 2 or 3 years. Though it was starting to get rather boring, or creating a sense of dislocation inside her. Feeding on animals just wasnâ€™t the same as feeding on humans. She heaved a sigh and made her way towards the exit of the estate. The large oak doors creaked as she slid through them. Her mistress would be much to pleased with this.<br/><br/>After a pause to take in the forest in front of the castle she made her way to the parking area, and found her black Mercedes. Maybe it was time to go find that blood bank that she had read about in the newspapers. <br/> <br/> <span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">North side Blood Bank/ 7:20 PM</span><br/>Her car pulled into the parking lot and she swiftly walked through the parking lot and into the entrance of the bank. It had been years since she lastâ€¦journeyed into her own kind. She had avoided that life for the longest timeâ€¦but maybe it was time to change that. <br/><br/>She led herself up the stairs to the second floor and made way towards the stool that was in front of the bar. Her hands folded atop the table as she put 100 bucks down and waited. <br/></span>