<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/><br/>It was odd how Julie-Anna could wear such pure white clothing, in more ways than one. The obvious was purity, none of which she held, but she somehow managed to never get a single speck of dust on her clothing, especially when she was wearing that divine color. Knowing this well, she leaned back against the stone staircase that led up to the main part of the house. Her arms were crossed and eyes seemed much brighter than they should have in the darkness. What could have been taking that woman so long? She was usually very swift to come at her call. "Muriel, my dear! Are you coming?" Her calls into the darkness echoed, bouncing off the stone walls.<br/><br/>A grumble from the side caused her head to turn, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Hush, Paul. I'll be off in a moment, I'm just waiting for the angel." The boy rustled some in his bindings before relaxing once more, supposedly asleep. Time was making him grow restless. The time for him to be fed may be swiftly arriving. Should she choose one of those awful little band members for him? Yes, that'd be fine. His first taste couldn't be of anything special, after all. Wouldn't want him to get too hungry right away.<br/><br/>Shifting once more, she looked back at the walls, slowly growing impatient. There was much to be done and very little time for it, especially with that Cristian snooping around for his sister. If Muriel liked the young girl, she might also like her brother. Though her foot was beginning to tap, platinum hair almost white from the few lights. "Angel, where are you?" Huffing like a child, her arms unfolded, fingers playing with the tear drop on her necklace.