"Don't you know who I am?"

[Eve Moreno]

Like some child possessed,
the beast howls in my veins.

I want to find you,
tear out all of your tenderness

“So wait, you’re not in ‘The Vampire Diaries’ at all?”

Evelyn Moreno looked down with an intense boredom from her reasonably intimidating height at the girl who, with a look of disgust and disappointment, turned to her friend and sighed, shaking her head,
“I hate these look-a-likes. Why don’t they get a real job” the pair walked away with a final accusatory glance at the athletic woman who watched them, her eyes narrowed as she counted to ten in her mind; mainly to save herself the trouble of having to wash their blood out of her crisp shirt if she allowed her impulse to take control, but also because she was there as a representative of the University, and ripping apart every little irritant with a quick swipe of her hand was just no way to go about life.

Eve was bored of L.A.
In fact, she was beginning to get a little pissed off with the entire place.
Twice she’d been asked whether or not she was a character from a Vampire programme, and an especially angry man outside a comic book store had shouted at her for appearing on the “most disappointing event in my life so far” apparently he wasn’t a fan of the ‘LOST’ season finale. The trouble with most of these encounters was that she had no idea who most of these people were talking about. It wasn’t the language barrier that stopped her from watching much T.V, being a keen linguist Eve rarely found herself struggling to understand, it was rather the general habit born of years living without the use of many electronic items. Days spent running around outside rather than sitting in front of a television, a habit that had clung to her in adulthood. Not to mention her distaste for the general hair flicking and posing that seemed to be a continuous stream of nonsense on the networks these days.

Even after all the encounters and accusations from the disappointed autograph hunters, despite her irritation, Eve felt she was coping remarkably well, controlling her rage and managing not to shred anyone with a quick, clawed back hand to the face. For a wolf nearing the lunar time of the month that was no mean feat.
In her few years of living in New York, never had Eve imagined she would find a place less suited to her than the big city. But it would appear she had found it, in the shape of Hollywood and its ridiculous inhabitants and visitors. For every moment she felt uncomfortable living in New York it would appear Los Angeles had a plethora of moments unequivocally worse for her to chose from, and so for Eve the entire weekend was a blur of her counting down the seconds to her plane journey back to the Big Apple.

For reasons that were beyond her comprehension the University had decided she would be the best representative at the L.A conference for the international transfer scheme.
Intimidating and enigmatic Evelyn felt she was perhaps the worst candidate to represent the University in a room full of academics, in fact, the only reason she could see that made her at all worthy of her place at the conference was her Italian accent, that at least allowed her to play the, “I’m foreign, I don’t understand you” card, which enabled her to escape most conversations and questions.
Luckily, most people dared not even approach her, let alone venture a question or conversation.

“Excuse me Ma’am” she turned, her gaze bright and intense, settling on a waiter wishing to seat her in the least gimmicky restaurant she was able to find along the Boulevard, “If... if you could step this way.” he managed to finish his sentence before leading her nimbly to her table for one where she would proceed to count down the minutes until she was able to return to the stark grey of New York.

Outfit here
Lyrics Florence & The Machine

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If you could only see
the beast you’ve made of me

I held it in but now it seems
you’ve set it running free...

[Ayira McClain]

Ayira sat, waiting patiently at a window-side table in a rather cozy, laid back cafe' set right on Hollywood Boulevard. She swore at least one or two stars passed by her, but she really couldn't care less, unless she found that they were like her, and then she'd pursue them. She had a target at the moment, though, and fortunately the people in LA could be bribed to do pretty much anything. This time, she bribed the waiter to bring a woman to her table. A woman who also happened to have some sort of power.

Unfortunately, although Ayira did have an affinity for supernatural energies, she hadn't developed the affinity enough to finalize the energy's identity until she developed a sort of relationship with her target. This target was almost completely unfamiliar to Ayira, except for what she'd seen in New York. Yes, Ayira felt this woman's energies in New York and followed her all the way to LA. Stalker, maybe, strategist, of course.

She took a deep breath in and slowly released it when she saw the brown-haired woman make her way towards the restaurant. This was her chance for a strong addition to her army, and blowing it was not an option at this time. Ruining a plot at the beginning was basically a death sentence, and death was not written anywhere in her yearly calendar.

Outfit: Later xP
Word Count: 270
Lyrics: "Bang Bang" by Melanie Fiona

[Eve Moreno]

Like some child possessed,
the beast howls in my veins.

I want to find you,
tear out all of your tenderness

Sitting near a window, her back to the corner of the Restaurant, Eve picked up the Menu card but failed to focus enough to study it. Instead of reading through the list of over-priced salads, she stared through the glass and felt an overwhelming feeling of homesickness. Not even the promise of low-fat, low-calorie, low-everything lettuce was able to distract her from the notion that she was exceedingly far away from home and even more alone than she usually was.

Absently the fine hairs along the back of her neck rose to stand on end. A common occurrence when a human got that “feeling they were being watched” but an especially tell-tale occurrence for a wolf. That animal-like sixth sense was rarely mistaken.
Turning away from the glass she cast a quick glance over the Restaurant swiftly as she moved her gaze down to the Menu card, a subtle movement that allowed her to take in most of the other diners and to pinpoint anything that might be out of the ordinary.
Unfortunately everything looked worryingly normal, but Eve was not about to ignore the heckles that were raised at the base of her skull, warning her that perhaps everything was not as it appeared.

She glanced up as the same waiter approached her nervously. She looked at him closely, her gaze zeroing in on the beads of sweat that picked at his forehead, and the very soft stench of nervousness, fear maybe that tickled her nostrils delicately.
“Water. And a Muffin. Summer Fruit.” she dictated simply, flashing a warm and fleeting smile, “Thank you” her gaze remained upon him as he hurriedly scribbled her order down, she watched him, hiding her suspicion, brushing off his nervousness as the general reaction she usually encountered in her day to day life.

Outfit here
Lyrics Florence & The Machine

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If you could only see
the beast you’ve made of me

I held it in but now it seems
you’ve set it running free...