<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br/><br/>Ary had almost made it to the stairs when the sound of the door opening and closing made her turn and survey the room. Sam was already on his way over to greet the new man. The beautiful Elise, as usual, was surrounded by handsome men. Then she spotted one of the customers she'd served earlier. He had tipped her well but now sat all alone at his table, looking almost lost. Her heart immediately tightened and she felt an overwhelming sadness for him. After tonight's news, he must be terrified of his sister's whereabouts.<br/><br/>Ary doubled back to the bar, helping herself to a glass of ice water and pouring another of the same. She made her way to the man's table and sat one of the glasses in front of him as she took a seat across from him. She looked into his eyes and with charm and the overwhelming sense of familiarity possessed by those from a small town, she reached out and cupped his hand with her own. Remnants of cold and water lingered on her otherwise soft gentle hand. Her greyish green eyes, ringed with a dark grey, held a great deal of sincerity. Her cheekbones raised her plump cheeks slightly as she tried for hope and cheer in her voice.<br/><br/>"Your sister's going to be ok, you know. Where did you see her last?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matthew Ayman<br/><br/>"Evenin' Son," Sam had made his way over to the table seating the new patron. "Kitchen's closed for the evening but the bar is still open. Make yourself at home. Anything I can get for you?" Sam had a pleasant smile on his age worn face, hiding the stress and sadness from the evening effectively. He knew John Lindon well, had produced numerous woodworking commodities for him, had watched his son grow, fall in love, marry, and have a child. He watched out of the corner of his eye as May left the Check In station to the night manager and scurried off to give Martha Lindon her condolences via phone call.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Todd Williams<br/><br/>Leona's bright brownish green eyes lit up. "Fantastic idea about the midwives!" She exclaimed. Why hadn't she thought of that? Brilliant!<br/><br/>A moment later and that light drained from those eyes, making them dark and solemn, faraway. The only light of life were the embers of hatred smoldering deep inside them. She contemplated for a few moments in silence.<br/><br/>"We were just there to research him, David and I, my former partner," Leona began. That familiar nauseous feeling entered her stomach as she thought of David's demise. That feeling was always immediately followed by a harsh groping of her heart by tendrils of sadness. Her brow furrowed and she took a deep breath before continuing. "He was always quick to respond. Act now, ask questions later. I had to be the level headed voice of reason. Well that day he acted before asking questions, following Daimon into the warehouse before I could arrive to talk that reason. And when I did show up, my voice was taken from me. I couldn't warn that we were Moryth. It's against code to kill us, as you know. A cold hand clamped over my mouth and all I could do was watch as David was drained," Leona paused again, drawing in a shaky breath as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She shook her head as if in disbelief. "There was something about that warehouse. Something that rendered our powers useless. They'd known we were witches and had led us there deliberately. But the backup I'd called arrived before they could feast on me. And they fled, leaving me stripped of my firearm and holding my partner's lifeless body."<br/><br/>Leona cleared her throat and finally focused, her eyes once again back on Todd. "So yeah. I hate vampires."