<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/c7cf7f788162cd4890e2b0ba975b1d3d/tumblr_msee3pteoA1srylwzo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cassidy Coldwell<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Penthouse - Recording room<br/><strong>Music: None<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27400000/Maria-Brink-maria-brink-27444898-426-720.jpg)<br/></strong><hr/><br/><br/>There was a long pause of silence, and then slowly Cassidy's door opened. Again, she was wearing more casual clothes. Faded torn blue jeans, which hung low of her hips, revealing a pair of swallow tattoos. Her stomach was exposed, thanks to the cropped faded white shirt she wore. Her amble bosom pressed against the fabric, stretching it tightly. her most striking feature, the long blonde hair, was pulled to the side, over her shoulder and rest over left breast.<br/><br/>She walked up to the pair, whom seemed busy. Her cold blue eyes looked over Erica's flyers and then to Alfred whom seemed to be lying on the couch. Lazy. Her pale skin was like porcelain, and she definitely seemed more unearthly than when she fed. She picked up Erica's flyer, examining it before putting it back down.<br/><br/>"Alfred. I'm hungry. Get over here." she said coldly.