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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 12:04 am
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LILLIAN HALL __________________________
Demon ║ 22 ║ $440 ║ Saisons Manager ║ Chilly Morning
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Riding the elevator down, phone and pen held against her clipboard, as she debated calling Ty to check on Sela. She didn't think he would accidentally kill their child, but she wanted to talk to her daughter. Sela had never spent a whole night away from her before. This was hard on her. Plus, she needed to talk to her about what she saw. She didn't want to be like her mother. Sela wasn't supposed to fear her. His number was sitting right in front of her, but she couldn't bring herself to press the call button. No, she should let them have their time together. Maybe time alone with him will help things whens he finally comes back home. Plus, she didn't want to talk to Ty right now. The sting of hurt from last night cut her deep; real deep. He could be there for friends, but not her?
Lillian shook her head. No! She couldn't think about that now, she had work to do. The elevator door opened just in time. Forcing her professionalism back, she walked out and into the kitchen. "Hey guys, I'm looking for Stan," she said, asking a few of the cooks where the head chef was.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 1:48 am
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LILLIAN HALL __________________________
Demon ║ 22 ║ $440 ║ Saisons Manager ║ Chilly Morning
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"Hey, Stan there you are! Great, I came by to check on the food stock. See if we need to order anything," Lillian said as she she approached the head chef who was in the middle of cooking. He looked over at her and asked another chef to take over while he took her around the kitchen so she could write down everything they needed to get. Just as they were finishing up, Lillian's phone vibrated against the clipboard. "Alright great, thanks Stan," she said as she picked up her phone and made her way back to the elevators. Ty? How was she doing? She was still a wreck apparently, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"I'm fine. Although, can' you keep Sela a little later? I have to get rid of my bed sheets and buy new ones. Mine are soaked with blood." She replied to his text and was almost certain that blood comment would get some crazy reaction. Maybe she shouldn't have put it. Too late now, but at the moment she didn't really care. Standing in the elevator, she moved her phone out of the way, her fake smile gone, and went back to jotting down the food she was going to have to order for the kitchen. Next was house keeping.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 1:54 pm
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LILLIAN HALL __________________________
Demon ║ 22 ║ $440 ║ Saisons Manager ║ Chilly Morning
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Lillian stopped in the employee bathroom on her way to speak with house keeping. Her sweater dress was clinging to the roughly dried blood on her torso and it was annoying. Locking the door behind her, she checked the bathroom to make sure no one else was there with her, and walked back to the sink. Peeling off her dress, she draped it over a stall and inspected the red, dried, and puffy scratches. They were deep and a little bloody from the pieces that had been pulled away from her dress getting caught on them. With a sigh, she grabbed a paper towel and wet it in the sink. As she was about to start cleaning them, her phone vibrated against the counter. Setting the wet towel down, she picked up her phone and opened the text.
How was she going to answer this? If she told him she had apparently hurt herself, even though she didn't remember it, he'd get worried. If she said she hurt someone else, she'd probably get the same response. If she said nothing, she could chalk it up to culpable deniability. But if he became persistent, then what was she supposed to do? She really didn't know what happened. She remembered being on the living room floor last night and then she woke up in bed this morning. How was she supposed to explain that without causing him to worry? Well...she could make it awkward and blame it on her time of the month. No, that's just weird. Man, she was stuck now. Her nail tapped against the counter in contemplation.
Garnet eyes looked up and into the mirror at her injuries. She took a deep breath and just decided to go with her third option, with bits of lying. "I don't remember. I drank too much to remember anything."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 4:29 pm
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LILLIAN HALL __________________________
Demon ║ 22 ║ $440 ║ Saisons Manager ║ Chilly Morning
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Putting her phone down, she grabbed her wet paper towel and placed it against her skin, shivering at the now cold water. Slowly she wiped away the dried blood and recleaned the wound from only a few hours of being at work. Yeesh! She tried to get the wounds as smooth and cleaned as possible when she heard her phone vibrating again. Throwing the bloodied towel away, she picked the phone and opened the text. She glanced at herself in the mirror casually. Yeah, she was hurt...If it was actually painful anyways. Right now their just burned. Pushing her lips to one side, she hummed as she thought about her reply. Man! Why was she lying to him so much anyways?
Lillian set the phone down to repeat wetting a paper towel and cleaning her wounds. She was probably still mad at him for last night. It was reasonable to be upset about it. At least she thought. He hadn't been dating Bree. He hadn't made promises to Bree. Yet he was going to be there for her pregnancy when he couldn't even be there when she tried to tell him about her own. She tried but he never answered her. "Ah!" she hissed as she looked down to see that her nails had ripped away one of the scabs causing her to start bleeding again. "Sh*t!" Throwing the blood soaked towel away, she pressed her trembling hand to her abdomen and bit into her cheek as she used her powers to stop her bleeding.
Licking her lips slowly, she put her dress back on and grabbed her phone. "No, no one was with me..." she paused her typing and watched her hands tremble. Maybe her emotions were causing her powers to go haywire. It wouldn't be inconceivable; happens all the time. Not to her, but it happens. "I think my powers are just a little jumbled right now. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 1:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 3:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 12:34 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 1:14 am
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LYSANDER HALL ________________________
Married ║ Half Demon ║ 22 ║ $495
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Lysander's breath was ragged with his anger, until he was punched in the face. When he was younger, he would have been knocked off his feet. She could still do it, but she wasn't angry enough. He blinked in surprise and looked down at her as she was suddenly wrapped around him again. With an exasperated sigh, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back slowly, reassuringly. He knew exactly how she felt about him. It bothered him to no end, but he couldn't stop her from loving someone. How could he really persecute her for loving someone like she did. Kaito and him were similar...Well their love anyways. "All couples get mad at each other and you have every right to be for what he did," he sighed, holding his sister in a tight, loving embrace. "But that doesn't take away your love. You have to work through your anger at each other, let your love flourish. I know he screwed up terribly, but do you want to push him away...no matter how much I may support that idea."
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