<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 automatically blustered at Todd's words. She was all ready to spit fire at him until she stopped and thought about his question for a moment. She realized she didn't know the answer to that question and that shocked her.<br/><br/>She stood from the bed and walked to the window of the room. She stared outside and crossed her arms, giving them a little squeeze. She had always been such a serious person, never so fervent. She'd always had her nose in a book and never time for anything else. But this felt different. She'd loved her last partner. She hadn't realized that until after his death, but he'd awakened something in her that she didn't know was there. Apparently her passion had become stronger than she'd thought. All of a sudden she cared deeply for the role they'd been given to play, the admission of Todd's true past struck fiery chords in her chest, and the mere sight of vampires sickened her. She would come to grips with this.<br/><br/>She raised her chin stubbornly and turned around. "No," she stated resolutely. "It will not be a problem."<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/>"Well, Son, the pleasure is all mine," Sam responded in a warm genial manner. "My name is Sam Murphy, and I own this here Tavern, so make yourself at home. I'll get you a room all lined up."<br/><br/>The old man left for a few moments to talk with the guy at the Check In counter, then returned with a key. Clearly they were on the honor system here. He sat the key on Matthew's table.<br/><br/>"That should do ya. Is there anything else I can get for you before I turn in for the night?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MarkaineDecker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Markaine "Mark" Dekker (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>Alan Ardington, Richard Waldric<br/><br/>Mark inwardly grimaced at the hand shake. He did not like to be touched. However, he knew it was all part of the game to get across just how tough the other person was.<br/><br/>"Discretion is always my top priority," Mark finally made eye contact with Richard for a few fleeting moments only long enough for the brutish man to see his sincerity. Mark's eyes darted back and forth. "If I wasn't any good at what I do, would you even be here in this shit hole right now?" Mark's gaze settled on Ardington, his eyebrows were raised almost as if actually expecting an answer to that question.<br/><br/>Mark sat back in his seat and brought the envelope to his stomach, carefully peeking at the contents inside. It was a reasonable offer for a complete identity makeover. Mark looked at the other man who sat there smiling jovially and quirked a brow. He had never been one social graces. He put the contents back inside the envelope and sat the envelope back on the table. He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, clasped his hands, and leveled his gaze on the man doing all the talking.<br/><br/>"Alright, for a completely new identity, this could take several weeks but I'm willing to put my ass on the line to make it go a bit quicker," Mark stated frankly in a hushed tone. "I'll need half up front in cash, and half when presented with the final documents. It should take no more than five days."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SebastianAlexander2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FaithLeighton2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Alexander (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Faith Leighton (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> Elise Mauvais, Phillipe Sinclair, William D'Arcy, Matthew Ayman, and Aryanna Murphy</div><br/>The Lincoln Town Car (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Towncar.jpg) pulled up outside of the Tavern and Sebastian gave it a once over, making a face that could only be described as a grimace. The thrall opened the door, letting out both he and Faith. Sebastian sniffed the air and scowled. Witches. The stench was overwhelming. The servant shut the door and left to park the car. Sebastian and Faith ascended the stairs and entered the building.<br/><br/>The door flung close behind them. Sebastian immediately spotted Elise and began walking toward her when an unfamiliar scent wafted through the air. He froze in his tracks and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. When he opened them, his gaze snapped directly toward Aryanna. Faith seemed to notice her at the exact same time, for when Sebastian's glare popped in her direction, she shrunk like a wilted flower. If looks could kill, she'd be dead and buried six feet under.<br/><br/>A vampire/witch hybrid! How could she not have known this creature was living in her town? An abomination such as this should not even exist! This was the first time Faith had ever seen a look of complete surprise and wonder on Sebastian's face. He took a moment to compose himself. He would deal with this matter at a later time.<br/><br/>Hands in his pants pockets, Sebastian continued his stride to the striking young Elise. Faith scampered behind him, paler than a ghost. She knew she needed to put this matter to bed for the time being and act professional. It was the only way she could possibly save her own ass. But she couldn't. She had never disappointed her Lord so many times before and in such a short period!<br/><br/>"Elise," Sebastian's face became stoic as he greeted the girl. She had come to him a few years ago and presented herself and he'd never forgotten her face. "I was told there were only two new vampires."<br/><br/>