<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Institute infirmary<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, mid morning.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stressing out<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia, Lydia, mentions of Alex<br/><hr/>Delilah had mixed feelings in hearing that what she saw really did happen. Did this mean all the stories were true? Vampires? Werewolves? Demons? Did they all exist? Part of her still believed this was some crazy realistic dream and she would wake up any moment in her bed safe in her apartment. But an even bigger part of her knew that wasn’t the case. All Delilah could do was just watch Ksenia as she spoke, the woman’s eyes wide with surprise, lips parted slightly as though she was about to say something, but no words seemed to escape. This was all so much to take in.<br/><br/><strong>“Downworlders?”</strong>she questioned, having never heard that term before. It was more so making sure she heard her right, rather than asking if it was true. It was more than clear now that the world that she had once known was a falsey, and apparently for whatever reason, she had this ability to see things normal people couldn’t. But why now? Why hadn’t she seen them before? There was so much she wanted to ask, but before she could put out another question, there was a commotion by the infirmary doors, capturing her attention.<br/><br/>A man, who looked very much hurt, and maybe even intoxicated, was whisked in and taken to a bed. Under any normal circumstances, Delilah might have found the man’s intoxicated-type state entertaining, but right now she was too busy trying to process everything. Delilah nodded at the description of this man, Alex, which had her raising a brow.<strong>“How many of you are there?”</strong>She had originally thought it was just the three of them, maybe in a small shack somewhere on the outskirts of Vancouver, but now she wasn’t so sure.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Lydia at Ksenia’s description and nodded again.<strong>“How come I’m only knowing about this ‘SIght’ thing now? I’ve never seen anything like that before.” </strong>As much as this was to take in, Delilah just needed to know everything. Even if the weight of it all was heavy on her chest.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m Delilah, by the way,”</strong>she added quickly, giving them both a soft smile, but her gaze fell on Ksenia rather than Lydia. Introductions weren’t on the front of her mind at the exact moment, but it would be good for them to know who she was (if they didn't already). Maybe then Delilah would feel less like they were strangers.<br/>