Hide the key;; Caroline

[Faye Collins]

Faye Collins was not attractive.

Or, at least, it certainly felt that way. After a long day of simple chores that required her to run to the ends of the world and back for her grandmother, the teen had decided she needed some time away from the rest of the town, as she'd been stopped by every person she came across to chat for a few minutes. And what better way to keep to herself than to go for a run? So run she did.

She sprinted along the uneven ground, long legs somehow keeping their balance over the unexpected dips and hills, tree limbs sometimes reaching out to scratch her bare skin idly. And it was around then that the sky opened up. Rain drops danced with her sweat as they fell to the ground, and still she pushed herself further, faster, muscles screaming in protest but fully ignored by the blonde. This went on for longer than she realized; the sun had dipped into a valley, casting the forest in elongated shadows and shades of red and orange, before she'd realized time had passed at all.

Of course, after such exercise, most proper women with any hint of manners would rush home to clean up and make themselves presentable before going out in public. Faye, however, was not a proper woman (nor did she like to think of herself as having many manners, as that seemed as though she were being submissive to the general rules of society); so, it shouldn't have come to any surprise that she jogged straight to the pub, breathing hard, and-- as she just realized-- wearing a soaked-through white tank top.

She tried to ignore the fact that her shirt was now sheer as she climbed onto a bar stool and raised an arm, trying to catch the eye of the bartender. A glimpse of red caught her eye-- when had she cut her arm? No matter-- but she ignored it as she desperately tried to win over the attention of the man who seemed to be determinedly ignoring her.

[Caroline Sands]

Caroline hated days like these. Her uncle was having a party at the house. Of course, she'd been squeezed into a beautiful white gown, her blue eyes rimmed by now very drak lashes, her hair curled, lips painted. But as much as Caroline liked that, even though she felt quite beautiful, she hated it. These parties were nothing but trouble for her. It wasn't enough that her uncle hated her, and that she had almost no real manners. She had some, just not everything that was needed for court life.

Caroline went around being careful not to speak much, making sure she touched nothing and never met the eyes of those higher than her. But she knew she did not ant to stay for hours upon hours of this. So when she could, she snuck upstairs and slid on a pair of brown pants and a light blue cotton dress, like she used to wear before she lived here. After braiding her hair in two long plaits, she left the house and ran, not exactly sure where she was headed.

She found that she was getting a bit to close to vampire territory for this time of the night but she needed to kill some time, what would be open now? Witches were mostly at home once darkness hit. But the pub was open, she didn't want a drink but she could use some warmth. She went in and looked for any face that seemed it was not the owner of a pair of sharp teeth.

[Faye Collins]

"I swear, if you don't look at me this fucking second, you can be sure no witch will ever step foot within a 10 mile radius of this run-down disgrace you call a pub! How would business go for you then, asshole?"

Ten minutes had passed since she'd entered, and that had been enough to frustrated Faye past her breaking point. What did a girl have to do for a bit of friendly service around here? Hell, she wasn't even asking for friendly; she'd settle for a glare and a few choice curses, as long as it got her her drink. So, she'd gone from sitting on a stool, blindly waving her arm in desperate attempts to be noticed by the aging man, to standing next to the stool (which had fallen over at her sudden movement), yelling at said man, who was staring at her with wide eyes.

He looked frightened, she noticed vaguely, as she picked up the stool and was immediately handed a beer, placating her completely. It was almost as though he honestly hadn't noticed her sitting there. In fact, now that she took the time to look around, the pub was fairly crowded, peopled filling into the corners of the room as they struggled to find places to sit. It was entirely possible he really hadn't noticed her vain attempts to get her drink in a timely matter. Oops.

Well, no matter. She took her seat once more, then took a quick swig of her drink, propping her head up on her hand and offering the bartender a quick smile, almost an apology. He sent another fearful glance her way before hustling toward the other side of the bar.

[Caroline Sands]

As Caroline looked around the very crowded pub, which smelled a bit stale, but it reminded her of home, back when she traveled the road with her family. Then, she whipped her head around abruptly at the sound of a crash, which could be heard, surprisingly, over the cocopheny of voices. It was a blonde woman, on the shorter side. Caroline had heard that Vampire's couldn't be blond, but she wasn't so sure. But the only seats that seemed to be free, were by this woman. So, carefully, Caroline made her way to the bar and took a seat beside her quietly, not sure if she wanted to draw too much attention to herself. "Hello." She said. No vampire would dare attack her in here anyway, it was fighting free, well, it was supposed to be, it belonged to no one.

The girl had a cut on her arm, and since there was dried blood on it, Caroline was pretty sure that this was a witch. Did vampires bleed? She doubted it.

[Faye Collins]

Faye watched in obvious distaste as everyone who'd been sitting close to her quickly either left the pub or moved to squeeze in with the rest of the crowd as far away from her as possible. Geez, hadn't anyone else let their temper control their actions at any point in their lives? You wouldn't think so, judging by the looks on most of their faces. She rolled her eyes and childishly stuck her tongue out at the few who were still staring, then turned back to her drink, reaching for another sip.

It was around that point that a movement caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and immediately, Faye whipped her head around, looking for the source. She hoped dearly it wasn't a vampire-- that would be her luck, wouldn't it, getting into a fight in no-man's-land?-- but assumed none of the dreaded species would sit near her to begin with. With this assumption, she relaxed slightly, and returned her head to her hand, which propped it up easily.

"Hello." No, definitely not a vampire. A small grin coaxed its way onto her face, relaxing her features, and she nodded minutely in response. "Hey." she said simply, then reached for her beer and took another sip. Faye Collins, woman of many words.

[Caroline Sands]

Caroline watched as the woman moved only to sip her beer and muttered a greeting. Now, Caroline was not one for alcohol, its was bitter and unpleasant for one thing. And for another, she just did not feel like loosing her grip with reality since her uncle told her she had too many screws loose already. She just thought she didn't have herself wound too tight like everybody else at court certainly did. She drummed her fingers on the bar for a moment, not really wanting to order anything.

Normally, Carol was quite a social creature, she liked talking when it wasn't in closed confines of her uncle's world. But what to say to someone who seemed like they'd rather not be talking at all? Caroline tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and bit her lip. A conversation is what she would have liked, but how to get one?

[werfd]

Lisboa, 19 oct.- El Sporting de Braga venció hoy 3-0 en la prórroga al Leixoes, de la Segunda División lusa, con goles de los camisetas de argentina portugueses Hugo Viana (minuto 97), Rúben Micael (103) y Éder (114) y se clasificó para la cuarta ronda de la Copa camisetas liverpool de Portugal.

Después de finalizar los 90 minutos reglamentarios sin goles, "los guerreros del Miño" abrieron el marcador gracias a un libre del internacional Viana, ex del Valencia y Osasuna, y lo aumentaron camisetas italia con una jugada colectiva finalizada por Micael, cedido al Braga por el Atlético de Madrid.