<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/>Cassidy was held up in recording room, and not left it since she first awoke this evening. Sounds of various instruments could be heard from behind the door, as well as constant playback of various parts of a song that was being constructed. If one was to peer inside, they would see her working methodical in her musical talents.<br/><br/>She wore tight, low rise jeans and an old white cropped top shirt that strained to keep her large breasts in check. Her make up was the trashy rock start style that she normally wore. Her long blonde hair came down over her left shoulder, and remained out of her delicate face as she clicked on a few buttons on the computer. Her skin was once more pale as snow, as she seemed more ethereal, than human.<br/><br/>Erica would know that sometimes Cassidy would get like this. Spend nights alone in a single room, only to come out and feed and fuck, before leaving and resuming her work. Cassidy chewed casually on the end of a pencil, her every present fangs were seen as she paced back and forth with a note pad of lyrics.