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[Caitlyn Jordan Zimmerman]

December 6th, 10:00

Instead of an alarm clock, Caitlyn woke up to someone licking her face. No, that can't be right: she lived alone, so that meant that her recently purchased pet, Cosy (short for Cosbella, and it was some of kind of lingerie, but Caitlyn didn't name her after the lingerie, but more so she liked the name), was licking her face, and she opened to see that she was right. Cosy was a toy poodle, and was white all over. Since arriving to New Haven, she missed her dogs terribly, so she decided to get a new dog in memory of Chip and Baylor, her two dogs that she had when she was alive. Cosy, seeing that Caitlyn was awake, barked, and her tail was wagging. Caitlyn laughed, and kissed the top of Cosy's head. "Good morning, Cosy,"

she said, getting out of bed, and Cosy jumped down, following Caitlyn out of the bedroom, and into the kitchen, where made some breakfast for herself, and refilled both Cosy's water and food dishes. After eating her breakfast, she decided to take a shower, and get ready, since Cosy decided to wake her up.After getting ready, she put on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and calling out to Cosy to behave, she was out the door.

It was times like these that she wished that she had someone to talk too, and immediately thought of Waverly, and Anthony, her boyfriend and best friend, who weren't dead, but still very much alive. She wished she could see what they were doing, but she knew that it was forbidden to leave New Haven after you got here, and she probably that was the best plan to do, because she would cry if she saw them (do dead people cry?). She marched on, wrapping her leather jacket tightly around her as she made her way towards the park. She was grateful that she had the day off, so then she could keep working on this drawing that she was working on. It was a picture of her parents, and they were young, so in love. She heard the story on how they had gotten together, and even though it was during her fifteenth birthday (otherwise known as a Quincera, a celebration to celebrate a girl's coming of age), and whole she was a little freaked out, she thought it was romantic that her dad had stayed by her mom after she had Caitlyn.

She frowned when she relized that not a lot of people were here, but she liked it that way: she was friendly, but she liked having time by herself. Caitlyn dug out her sketch-pad and colored pencils, and started to color.

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words; 454, baby!
muse; run this town by lucy hale
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credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by fun.!

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[Sally Rae Owens]

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TAGGED: open/caitlyn WORDS: 0689

It was one of those days that Sally just could not stop thinking. She frowned a little as she wandered along. She had the day off work, something that did not happen too often, and she spent it worrying about her best friend, as she was known to do since they were young. Dracen was a year older than she was, but that did not stop her from acting as the older of the two. It had always been that way. While Dray could get her to loosen up and be a kid again, she was still the more mature one of the two. It was just how they worked. She was still not sure just how the man had gotten to New Haven, however; and, that, that was what scared her. Was it an accident, did someone hurt him, did he do it himself...? She had not asked, knowing she would not recieve an answer, anyway. He would tell her when and if he was ready. Until then, though, she would silently worry when she randomly dropped by to cook breakfast on Sunday mornings or when they went to a movie and ended up talking quietly in the back instead of paying attention, or one of their one in the morning shopping trips to Walmart to stock up on food and supplies. He was okay now, though. Well, she hoped. She saw some things that worried her, but she did not want to accuse anything. It would not help things. He would just pull away. That was the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted her friend to be okay. She brushed her straightened hair back out of her eyes, smiling slightly as she walked. Walks always made her feel better, and the winter of was one of her favorite times of year. It was cold, her hands and cheeks reddening, but she did not mind. Her coat was warm enough, though her legs were freezing. That was what she got for choosing to wear a dress outside. Oh well. She had ambled along the park for quite a while before she was needing to sit down and rest for a bit. She smiled a little when she spotted another young woman sitting on one of the benches. She looked like she was a high schooler, but Sally knew better than to assume things like that in New Haven. Hell, even before arriving there people always thought she was younger than what she was. "Hi, uh, d'you mind if I sit here?" she asked as she pointed toward the empty spot on the bench that the young woman drawing was sitting on. That was the one thing about the cold that Sally was not fond of, the fact that it made it difficult to breathe after a while. It just really sucked. Of course, the whole it's really cold thing was not too good either. She loved the snow, though. "Aren't you cold in just that? Or... is it warmer than most leather jackets?" Sally loved the look of leather jackets, and often stole Dray's red one. The only issue she had with them was the fact that they did nothing to keep in warmth when it was really cold, at least not after a while. They grew cold themselves and it was just a mess. That was why Sally preferred insulated coats. As much as she did like the winter, she was not fond of being ill, which often came hand-in-hand with the cold. "Oh, uh, I'm Sally, by the way. I don't think we've met." It might have been a bit awkward, just walking up to a stranger and talking to them; but, Sal did not notice. She was just glad to have someone to talk to, really. The girl was friendly and enjoyed company more than pretty much anything. If it were not for the fact that Dray was at work right then, she would have gone to see him. However, he was helping with shipment, putting the new boxes of alcohol and appetizer ingredients into the freezers and fridges like they needed to be.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: not the best word count, but ohai

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[Caitlyn Jordan Zimmerman]

Caitlyn bit her lower lip as she tilted the black colored pencil onto it's side, so it stayed sharp on the tip. She smiled when she knew the drawing was coming along well. Sometimes, people would come up to her, and ask if her if the drawings were for sale, but she would say no. The drawings were way too personal (or some of them), and she didn't want to part from them. And the sketch-pad was a present of it's own. Her dad's mother, Grandma Dororthy, gave her the sketch-pad on her fifteenth birthday. But, after she died the day after her biethday, Caitlyn never touched it until she had a really stressed with her dad's new family, Callie (her step-sister) and Crystral (her step-mother). John was excited that his three favorite girls were all going to be a big, happy, family but Caitlyn hardly doubted it. When she was alive, Crystral was so annoying, always sucking up to her, and Callie was basically a bitch to her, so in a way, she was kind of glad that she died the way she did. Caitlyn looked up in the sky, and silently prayed that her dad would break off the marriage to Crystral, and ran back to her mother, who was so heart-broken when she found that her high school sweetheart that cheated on her with another woman, and they got divorced on the day of Caitlyn's accident. How nice, right?

She was so into her sketch that she didn't hear the voice above her. Caitlyn looked up, and notice it was a girl looming over her. Caitlyn gave her a smile. "Oh, not at all! I like company."

Okay, maybe that was pushing the boundaries, but Caitlyn always liked being friendly towards people, even to the people she didn't particularly like. Her mother always told her if people didn't like her, Caitlyn should just kill them with kindness. And that's just what Caitlyn did. But, this girl seemed nice, and friendly. When the girl commented on her jacket, Caitlyn nodded. "Yeah, it's warm enough. I know most leather jackets aren't really warm, but this one is. It's one of my favorite jackets."

[/color] She would be cold, considering she wasn't wearing a hoodie under it, which she usually did (and the fact that she was skinny, well, that never helped). If she got sick, it was her own problem, and no one else's.

Caitlyn smiled at Sally. "It's nice to meet you, Sally: I love your name. My name is Caitlyn."[/color] When Caitlyn's parents found out that they had a girl, her dad was a little disappointed that he had daughter, so Rebecca told him he could pick out Caitlyn's middle name, and he picked Jordan, which was fine, and it actually flowed with her name.
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words; 484, baby!
muse; little bitty by alan jackson
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credits; zie @ CAUTION!
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[Sally Rae Owens]

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Sally smiled when the other girl said she liked company. Sally was much the same. She honestly was not a huge fan of being alone. She was not a fan of leaving Dracen alone, either. That was usually when bad things happened. If it weren't for the fact that she had known him before everything made him so... well, like he was, the thought of him being truly and completely happy would probably seem ridiculous. She had seen it, though. She knew it was possible. He just needed to get into he right mindset, and to get rid of his vices. Of course, the later of the two would be the hardest part, and she knew it. She was not sure if they were still an issue there at New Haven, but she did not want to jump to accusations of him still dealing with them. "Oh, I do, too," Sally replied with a soft laugh and another smile. "I don't particularly enjoy spending much time alone. It's just a bit... depressing." That was part of the reason that Sally was known for having such an upbeat and happy personality. She almost always had someone around her, which helped keep her spirits up. Nothing compared to when she was with her best friend, though. His personality and smile was really just contagious. She decided to quickly shoot him a text, asking him about their shopping plans later, before storing her phone in her pocket again, focusing on the other girl next to her. "Oh, Caitlyn's a pretty name. I used to know a Kaitlynn back home. She was a bit annoying, though, not that I think you're annoying or anything." Sally was never one to judge people too harshly, and even those people who annoyed her would often be in her company. Dray always told her that she forgave people too easily. She never put too much stock in that one since Dray was known for holding grudges for a long while. "So, are you working on homework? Or just drawing because?" Though Sally was curious, she did not take a peek at the girl's drawing. That was not cool. She would hate it if anyone had looked at any of her lyrics before she was finished with them. She and Dracen even had a hard time sharing unfinished works with one another unless they were actually writing the song together. That was a different thing all together. Either way, anyone's form of expression, whether it was drawing, writing, playing piano, whatever, was sacred. It was wrong to look or listen without permission. It was like reading someone's diary. Nothing good comes from that ever. Of course, she, personally, was rather open with her diary. She did not care if people read it, and she knew that Dray had many times. "I'm more of a writer than anything. I write songs and poems. S'a good stress reliever. Plus, I dunno... I can get emotions easier if it's in song. It took me writing a song before I realized that I was in love with my first love." That memory made Sally giggle softly as she shook her head with a slight smile. Dracen had laughed so hard at her when she had her dawning moment. According to him, it had been fairly obvious. Sally knew she grew attachments easily, but that was something different. Of course, it did not last too long, but that was not the point. "I can barely draw stick figures." It was honestly really bad when she attempted to draw. It was why she did not ever. It was just better if she left it for the people who has the talent to do so.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: Sally's quite talkative XD

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[Caitlyn Jordan Zimmerman]

Caitlyn smiled. "Sometimes I like to be by myself, but I like being around people, too.

But, now that she was in New Haven, she felt herself being anti-social, which clearly she was not. In her former life, she had tons of friends (no one could compare to Waverly, though), and was out almost every night to some party some kid was hosting. Still, she was adjusting to being dead, and some of the people she had met felt comfortable being in New Haven, and never thought of getting out, which Caitlyn had always thought of doing, but never had the guts to do it, because she was afraid of getting caught. And what about Cosabella? She could never leave Cosy here in New Haven. It was no use: she was going to stay New Haven for her whole (dead) life.

Of course: girls with her name tend to be a bitch, or nice, like her. There was no in between. Caitlyn had never met a girl with her name before, but she hoped she never have too because she loved her name very much, and it made her feel special being the only one with that name in her whole class. "It's okay. I know you don't mean it. I tend to hear that girls with my name tend to be mean, so don't worry."

[/color] And it wasn't every day that she met someone with the name like what Sally had, and it was definately old-fashioned, that's for sure. "I never met a Sally. Not before I met you, I mean. It's really pretty: totally vintage."[/color] she replied, giving Sally a smile.

Caitlyn shook her head as she closed her sketch-pad to keep her focus on Sally. "I'm not. I'm finishing a piece I'm doing on my parents..I don't have a lot of time to do work on it, but I think it's turning out good."[/color] Caitlyn told her. When she was alive, Caitlyn had always been good at Art, and even had her drawings in the fair once when it came to Helena, and had actually gotten first place, when there were other drawings that were just good as hers. Caitlyn brighten when Sally told her that she was a writer. "Really? That's cool: I write, but it was only for school, and I never liked my writing anyways. I like to draw."[/color] she stated. While she did good in English, Art was more her thing, and it let her vent, rather than doing other things that other people did when they wanted to vent.

"I bet you draw really good."[/color] Caitlyn assured her. Caitlyn felt like giving people compliments, and she believed that they make people feel good about themselves, which they did. And if Sally did say she could barely draw, Caitlyn could always teach her, or something. "To tell you the truth, no one else in my family draws, unless there was someone I knew who did, but I never really asked. I like to think it's a special talent I have."[/color] Caitlyn said, smiling.
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words; 544, baby!
muse; christmas soul by ross lynch
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credits; zie @ CAUTION!
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