A/N this is my friend's Zephyr's part of the chapter mine will be next we've had this going for a while so there will be quite a few chapters added tonight. oh yes there are made up characters duh de jour. If you hate them then tell me why. Don't just review I hate RAYNE, give me a reason first. Then I will allow you to hate her... Thanks

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Heh, I should be doing the essay too. shifty glance But first I need to get my creative juices flowing. Right now they're kinda stuck in my feet. Oh, snoogies... we have Spanish class work... Joy.-.- Okay... I'll start the RP with a pretty description. Hey, let's be cliche and start in Travers Town! If you have any objections you can change it. I really don't care.

It was a bitterly cold January morning in Travers Town. Possibly the coldest day so far. The streets of the small city were quiet and devoid of life. In the 1st District, the small shops and café were just opening as were the ones in the 2nd District. The 3rd District had no such shops as it was the primary location of houses in the city.

Suddenly, the still was broken as a cloaked figure stumbled out of a doorway. The figure immediately hugged the cloak closer to it's body and briskly walked down a series of steps to the fountain area. The water was covered in a thin sheet of ice.

The air was skin numbingly-cold, which easily explained the reason why only the figures smokey blue eyes were visible above a cranberry colored scarf tucked in the black button down coat.

The figure sighed gently, causing a small breath of fog to appear and set off towards the door to the 1st District quickly. After nearly slipping on a patch of ice as soon as it was through the door, the figure went a bit slower, careful where it's feet were place.

While walking down a small alleyway on the way to the town square, a gust of wind blew through the alley.

"Geeze, it's cold," came a muffled voice from behind the scarf. "Rayne'd better not deep me waiting. If she does..." The voice, female, let the threat hang in the cold and fresh air and continued walking to the café.

When she got there, she picked a seat near the back, away from the open front. When a shivering waiter asked for her order she asked for a hot chocolate. Within minutes, the waiter returned with the steaming drink.

"Where in goodness name is she?"