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Guinevere Addington

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a character in “Secrets Of Bear Point”, as played by violeta

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be carefulx I bite.



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F U L LXN A M E
Guinevere Victoriere Addington

N I C K N A M E (S)
Gwen | Most common
Gwennie | By close friends
Fangs | She dislikes this pet name

B I R T H D A Y
March 30th | Aries

A G E
Twenty-One | Three-Hundred and Seventy-Four

R O L E
Vampiric Protector/'The New Girl"

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

N A T I O N A L I T Y
English-American

H O M E T O W N
San Fransisco, CA

H E X
#D39BA1



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Guinevere normally sticks to a rather relaxed makeup and clothing style. Considering she has had over a hundred years to go through every single style in the book. Still, she can make a simple pair of jeans and a loose T shirt look good. Gwen will often only dress in a single colour at a time that more or less consists of black or white. If she does wear colour, its a light pink or light blue.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'6'' | 140 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Guinevere is a beautiful young woman, who is often misjudged by her slight build for being weak and is also often referred to as fairy-like (because she appears to be willowy in body shape), and a "doll" due to her dainty body and the fact that she is a natural relaxed beauty. She has a mass of silky blonde waves, jewel colored doe eyes rimmed by her naturally thick and long lashes, full lips and high cheek bones. Her look is very "angelic" but also elegant. Her face features are close to perfection, but also gives the impression of being cold and mean: pointy noise, long elegant neck, full lips, a youthful "ageless" face. Gwen's fair skin, is still ghostly pale no matter how many times she has tried to self-tan to get rid of that good vampire sheen. Still, in all her appearance is rather striking and very in your face, much like a vampire would be.



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L I K E S
Milkshakes are Gwen's big weakness. Even more so now that she works at the diner. While she doesn't like "human" food, she seems to really enjoy the taste of a chocolate milkshake. She has times where she enjoys reading and finds the more popular, modern novels that romanticize her kind truly hilarious (... Twilight). She really enjoys classical music, along with modern traditional pop. Fashion has always been a fun pastime of hers, seeing as how she has all the time in the world she has picked up sewing. A secret pleasure of hers, Gwen loves playing the piano. She's been playing since before she was turned, and it's now a sort of self-medication to get her mind off things.

D I S L I K E S
Guinevere detests not being somewhat in control of her situation, if she is the least bit uninformed she becomes rather irritable. She hates greasy food, and the texture of most human food. She also hates enclosed spaces, or anything that makes her feel claustrophobic. Gwen has also always detested the idea of killing or hurting anyone, which is largely the reason she is so against using humans leisurely for blood. Gwen hates the smell of cigarette smoke, and just the smell makes her physically sick. She also has acquired a disliking for werewolves and wolves alike, an old stigma her coven-mother instilled in her. While she'll never be mean to their faces, she can't help the slight prejudice against the mutts.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Guinevere has been said to have a heart too big for her chest. Growing up, she's was always considerate and caring to nearly every person she met. Granted through the years she has grown quite stubborn, but Gwen will always sacrifice for the well being of others. While sometimes she can be a bubbling burst of light there is a softer side to her where she is more mellowed out and motherly.

One of Gwen's most prominent personality traits is her quick wit. She's a playful smart aleck and seems to always have a clever pun or funny comeback up her sleeve. Some of which get her into more trouble then she's already in. It's all just apart of her very playful personality.

Guinevere is very socially aware and will often speak out against unfair treatment against those around her, especially those involving humans. She can't help but constantly be worried about the lives of her friends. She is a very loyal friend and for the most part, is liked by those around her. Her widespread arms are always searching for someone in need and she practically can't help it. She can be quite stubborn when someone refuses her advice, sometimes for the sole fact that she hates being disagreed with. Her calming persona has always come natural to her as she has noticed a calming demeanor will always pacify a person in distress.

Her behavior does nothing to help break down the stereotype that bisexual people are promiscuous as she's constantly flirting and getting into relationships but being restless and unable to settle down she quickly gets bored and ends them. Though she's had girlfriends and boyfriends she's never really been in love. It's hard to find someone that won't grow past her in age. This has become a more prevalent part of her personality over the past year. Due to things that happened in a recent previous relationship, she has become way more guarded than she ever way before. She is slow to let people in and quicker to push them away if she feels like they are getting to close. She was left pretty broken and she’s still picking up the pieces, the last thing she wants is for anyway to see her as vulnerable.


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So begins...

Guinevere Addington's Story

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Emma Pines Character Portrait: Nicholas Anders Character Portrait: Tommy Liles Character Portrait: Matthew Montgomery Character Portrait: Sarah Ley'co Character Portrait: Lyra Howlett Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington Character Portrait: Logan Pines Character Portrait: Xavier Howlett Character Portrait: Luke Sayer Character Portrait: Alexander Howlett Character Portrait: Lianna Howlett Character Portrait: Tobias Maduch

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Arc One: Awakening

March 27th: Three days before gradutation


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All was quiet and peacefull. Too peaceful even, in the small port town known as Bear Point. The animals were communing with each other with small chirps, howls, yips, and barks as nature took its course. Everything was as normal as anyone would otherwise think, except for what had happened during the night unknown to all the people that lived there.

In a small, gray two-story house. Three figures were going about their daily lives behind the closed door of the house. An older man sat in one of the chairs at the table. One of the others was somewhere around the house, doing who knows what as he pleased, meanwhile there was one more who was occupying the living quarters with the older man. The older man casually flipped through the newspaper of what would be the quintessential definition of "normal" in the Bear Point area. Like most places it had a rather elegantly done colonial design and was rather distant from most neighbors given the low populace. He was currently sitting at the breakfast table, looking very much like the image of the model husband himself. He was a tall, strong-built man, with short, raven black hair, and just as equally dark maroon eyes. His jaw was finely and perfectly chiseled, his skin smooth and fair, making him in many people's opinion, the epitome of handsome.

"Nearly a dozen disappearances within the past month...such a tragic affair, they must find the people responsible for this, don't you agree?" he asked with a deep, yet calming voice.

The man finally discarded the newspaper, revealing his eyes which were currently blood-red in shade-the sclera which was normally white for most people was black in appearance. This wasn't due to contacts but it was simply a byproduct of him using his vampiric powers. The question was addressed to the only remaining occupants of the house aside from himself, mainly one of his comrades and the woman who would most likely be having a normal breakfast at this time without their timely intervention.

"Granted I believe as of now they are three short courtesy of our own little artist here." Xavier winked at the blushing woman in question.

The woman couldn't exactly be considered ugly or attractive, but she clearly had a battered look about her. In particular, the vacant look in her eyes due to his influence was her predominant feature. The night before, he'd rather selfishly convinced the woman into murdering her husband. In an effort to build the young woman's dreams of being an artist, he had her practice by 'sculpting' with the bodies of her two children. In his honest opinion, she had artistic talent, but she simply had no originality...and had just lost her 'new toy' feel to him all too soon, which was rather disappointing as he only just started to have fun with her.

"Nicholas...feel free to have your fun...I have certainly had mine, and greatly appreciate you indulging in my new game." The vampire's eyes reverted to their human appearance as he ceased using his ability, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly returned to their normal blood red color.

He understood the younger vampire's murderous inclination and often enjoyed indulging in it. Nicholas was by far one of the most talented killers he'd encountered in the past century and Xavier enjoyed watching a man at work. However, this time around he was more intent upon his next move than fully observing what would come next. Nicholas was on the more smaller frame, tall but not as strong looking in appearance. He had more of boyish features, regardless of his actual age. His hair was dark brown, just barely a few inches in length as he prefered to keep it short. His skin was also fair and flawless, aside from a scar over his right eyes, which were too a dark maroon color.

Nicholas himself was at that moment in the morning eating toast, with a light spreading of butter and strawberry jam. Yes he was fully aware that he was playing into the stereotype, but frankly he did not care and was half-way through eating the pastry treat when his master, Xavier, placed down the newspaper he was reading and asked a question that Nicholas only really caught the end of, as he was busy attempting to catch a loose glob of jam from the opposite end of the toast with his tongue.

"-Do you not agree?"

Nicholas paused with the jam on the end of his tongue and still partly attached to the toast before replying. "Well-" He began, before swallowing his mouthful of food and starting his sentence again. "Well, I know for a fact that at least one of those disappearances was me...Maybe two." He looked slightly sheepish as if it were some great crime, which frankly amongst Vampires, it wasn't. Again he fazed out, back into the world of simple food when he heard Xavier speak up again.

"Nicholas, feel free to have your fun." That was all the signal he needed really and already had a plan in motion.

He calmly placed the half-eaten piece of toast onto the plate and stood up, pushing his chair in and casually strolling around the table to the now blinking and confused artist, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up at his young and caring face, he gave her a large and manic grin, long fangs clearly visible. In one smooth motion his hand twisted her out of her chair and onto the dining table, making sure to miss the remains of his breakfast, his hand flashed for a moment and in his hand was one his daggers, which he plunged into the poor woman's sternum, swiftly removing it again in one sharp motion, releasing a crescent of blood into the air, the scent of which he breathed in deeply with a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He then grew tired of the simple thought of simply reducing the woman to little more than shreds and with one hand lifted her onto her feet, before throwing her at one of the walls, rather high up as well, and then grabbing the largest candlesticks that was on the table, which he threw like a javelin at the woman, impaling her onto the wall, all of which happened in a matter of seconds, and left the poor woman to slowly bleed to death as the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Nicholas himself picked up a wine glass and strolled under the woman, catching the droplets of blood in the cup before stepping back. "Perhaps not my most refined work. But it has a certain, se setir a lui, what do you think, My Master?" His accent had all but faded from his voice, other than when he actually spoke, and like any German, he couldn't resist drinking a fine 'wine' and being complimented on his handiwork.

Xavier couldn't help the phantom of a smile that formed on his face when Nicholas asked his question. The indirect joke that they weren't the ones entirely responsible (well actually they were) for the recent human casualties also dawned on him at this point.

"A lovely kinetic aesthetic, the shift between efficient, to vicious, brutal, and then to class was seamlessly executed...Shame any further viewers will not understand that. However, in exchange, they get left with the intrigue of how the spectacle came to be." he spoke as he stroked his clean-shaven face for a moment as he mused over the spectacle once more.

After a moment of pause, he then spoke up again. "But yes, tis not your best work." he said rather simply

Having given his opinion on the matter, Xavier rose from his seat. The human cattle were getting up and about which made their sticking around this long slightly more likely for someone to actually see something. He didn't exactly care whether or not they were spotted if fact it'd just make the game more interesting. But that didn't mean he was willing to take risks without caution or care...centuries of life demands a certain level of paranoia.

"Pray tell Nicholas, shall we return home and sleep like the dead, or is now a good time to prowl about?" He was adept at social encounters, however, at times such as this, he had no issue allowing someone else's judgment.

He listened to Xavier's words, this was generally along the lines of praise that Nicholas had been expecting, of course, he took pride in his rather morbid art-work but then again he did go through slightly more effort than any canvas painter or would-be writer, as he wasn't as much of a fan of art as one of the other Coven members. He sat on the edge of the table to enjoy the dripping and still alive, albeit unconscious, artwork he had set up, he considered taking it down but then it would lose its...The edge he felt. He felt behind him, tapping on the table a few times until he finally managed to find the plate of the pastries, well what was left of them at any rate, and tucked back into them, taking sips of blood after every bite or so.

It took him a moment that there was dawn sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains, he eyed it suspiciously, it was not often that it would be a very sunny day but it seemed the normal man or woman or... Vampire on the street had lucked out today. He was drawn out of his daydreaming about sunlight and why he was running out of jam on pastry by Xavier asking him another question, 'He must be in a good mood today' he thought to himself.

He looked up from the last of his breakfast, both red and brown, then over to Xavier, then over to the window, then back to his food then finally back to his master. His first answer was a shrug and a wordless murmur that basically translated to 'I don't know' He finished the last of his food, placed the glass back down then spun around on his heels so that he could take in the whole room before making a more calculated decision. "Personally. I would like to go on the prowl, as my lust for blood has risen and I feel that something should be done about it. Maybe we could descend upon the local clinic or even the docks? Those always tend to get in good with the media around here." He nodded to the newspaper that Xavier had been previously reading.

"Either way, My Lord. I desire blood. And I think Luke does as well." Here in a quick fit of anger passed over him, and he booted the edge of the table, sending it crashing over to one side, plate and glass flying through the air to come to a rather sudden stop and looked at the newspaper, "When am I going to be able to get a good deal of slaughter around this damned empty town?!" he questioned angrily, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention.

He paused for a moment and breathed deeply which calmed himself rather well. "Of course it is your decision in the end. But that is just my opinion." he said rather coldly as he took a moment to calm himself down.

Xavier couldn't help but flash a smile at the honest reply from his associate. He'd seen wholesale slaughter before, and he'd be lying if he denied any fascination. However, there was one thought that came to them from when such an impulse reared its ugly head. "A poor Lord I would be for killing all the cattle in my territory. Perhaps a visit towards another holding this decade, not my cattle, not my subjects, not my problem." He answered much in the manner one would remark about the weather.

The fact that he'd only be able to gain by weakening one of his peers only made the thought more appealing-even if he no longer wished to continue the macabre dance of his kind.

"Tempting though it is to stop by a clinic, I do believe these days some paperwork is required." His lips curled at the idea of having to conform to such a lowly measure. After all, vampirically speaking he was essentially royalty. In Nova Scotia, there was no doubt that he was the eldest vampire, and on the North American continent, he knew of less than a dozen vampires that could claim four centuries of life. To say the least, it annoyed him to have to follow rules created by his 'cattle'

"Prowl if you like, short of a breach of the Six Traditions. I shall seek Torpor until this evening." Xavier finally recognized his use of older vampiric terms.

Torpor for one referring to his kinds deathlike imitation of sleep, it wasn't necessary but it conserved energy and allowed fantasy and memory to blend into something between a dream and a nightmare. As for the Six Traditions, those were once the ironclad laws of the vampire race concerning: Secrecy, Absolution of Dominion, the Right to Sire, Managing Progeny, Hospitality, and Destroying Fellow Vampires. With that Xavier lazily waltzed towards the door, but stopped to make one announcement.

"Actually, short of the Fifth (Hospitality) feel free to manage any potential complaints as my proxy. Any vagabond that dares to enter my realm without presenting themselves unto me, I shall punish them personally. Should you get the urge, I'll allow you two more of my herd. Two, and two alone, Nicholas. One for each of you. Lest I remind you..." he said, with a rather deep and almost guttural tone, far more so than usual.

Nicholas would have, if he was not restrained by his loyalty to his lord, would have more likely than not already have torn off, attempting to coat the streets of Bear Point in blood, literally painting the town red. As it was, Xavier's words of restraint managed to actually have some effect on the sadistic Vampire. Even though the mention of only one slaughter in a decade gave him no small sense of disappointment, he missed the 40's, he could get away with large amounts of murder then and hardly anybody gave it a second thought... For a few years at least.

He was aware that he was being given a small amount of freedom on his leash here. He gave a theatrical bow as his master walked out of the room, and gave it one last look over, 'perhaps simple murder shall have to substitute for slaughter, it would seem that I shall have to make due with the drippings then' Nicholas thought to himself and sighed with mock depression before himself exiting the building, and taking in a draught of crisp morning air. He wouldn't indulge his lust for bloodshed just yet, he was aware that he was given only a small lease to fill his gut for killing, so he would reserve them for any...Interlopers that were meddling in his lord's affairs. After all, until the evening he was acting not just as his right hand but now fully in his stead. There were some benefits to being the Vampire lords confidante.

As time had passed after Nicholas, and Xavier had abandoned the recent murder victims house, leaving Luke to do whatever it is that he wished, time had passed for the rest of the people in Bear Point. It was around noon on a Friday morning by now, as life in Bear Point had sprung to life, albeit not very many people spent their days in the small port town. And if they did, it was the locals as many people went out of town half the time, leaving it rather empty aside from the few that didn't exactly hate this reclused town tucked away on the coast of Canada.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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GUINEVERE ADDINGTON
outfit: x x location: joe's diner x hex: #D39BA1

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ImageGuinevere groaned as she rolled over in bed in her tiny studio apartment as her alarm blared. Not like she slept very much anyway, but it made her feel the tiniest bit more normal. Very glamorous for a vampire. But it keeps her more under the radar than living in a fancy house in a small town like Bear Point. Plus, she was rarely in it other than sleeping or showering. Rather lonely way of living by her standards. She was used to it at this point. She rolled over in the plush bed, glancing at the clock 6:30am. The girl had to be at Joe's in about an hour for her morning shift.

After laying around lazily in bed for about another 20 minutes, scrolling through aimless articles on her phone, Gwen finally dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. It only took her about thirty minutes to apply some light makeup and throw on her uniform - such a drab thing. Still, she quite enjoy her job at Joe's, again, it made her feel normal and that was something she had begun to appreciate lately.

Coffee was Guinevere's second favorite flavor - right below blood, of course. The bitter but sugary liquid was a delight for her taste buds even though she practically didn't need to drink it at all. Vampires survived without human food as long as they had a healthy blood diet, but Gwen liked spoiling herself with things she didn't need. And today was one of those days.

The cook, Martin, always had a fresh cup for her ready to go when she got there. He was practically in love with her. Poor guy. He was sweet though and she'd learnt to take any friendship or kind remark she got very dear. After living so long she had begun to see how dark the world had actually become. Kindness was something of a rarity these days.

The first hour of her shift was normal, the regulars came through getting the same things they always did. Gwen quite enjoyed the lot of them, they always were so nice - and gave the best tips. The bell chimed again denoting another customer and she called over her shoulder as she poured another refill of coffee into Mr. Devoe's mug. "Just a moment! I'll be right there" . She placed the mug back behind the counter on the warmer and took the pencil out from behind her ear grabbing the small steno pad from the front pocket of her uniform.

A brief look of surprise passed over her face as she noticed the two customers in front of her. Madison Pines and Jordan Ley'co. Perhaps the two most interesting characters she had come across from her brief living in Bear Point. Oddly she had begun to feel somewhat attached to the two girls, it was a vamp thing. They hardly knew her past the name, 'Guinevere', on her badge. "Good morning girls, is it going to be the usual for the both of you?" She flashed the both of them a warm smile.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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So perhaps jeans might have been a slightly better option than shorts and tights. It was cooler outside than she'd been expecting, and the slight chill in the air meant that she walked a little faster than usual to get to the diner. It was a nice morning, though, and the fresh air made her feel a little more awake and a little more alive. It was an improvement on zombie mode, anyway. One couldn't be blamed for thinking that Bear Point was a wonderful, idyllic place on a morning like this. Everything seemed so calm. So peaceful. So... safe. But Maddy knew the truth. There was someone... or something attacking innocent people. This town wasn't safe. It hadn't seemed safe to Maddy in years.

But the diner was a brief feeling of familiarity, of safety. She glanced around to confirm that Jordan wasn't there before sliding into a booth and pretending to read the menu, as if she didn't already know exactly what she wanted. She got the same thing pretty much every time she came here, which was their french toast and fresh fruit, with the biggest cup of coffee they had. She grinned as Jordan came in.

"Don't worry about it. I completely get what it's like. Had to be up practically at sunrise this morning to go for a run with Mom before she went out to work, because with everything that's going on, I hardly see her any more, and-" She caught herself and grinned a little bashfully. "Sorry. Ranting again. I'm just... worried, that's all. How are you? How was work with Dad?" She asked. A waitress appeared at the table, and was able to greet them both by name. Maddy liked Guinevere. She was friendly and always said hello every time they were in there and could always remember their names and orders.

"Please, Guinevere. It's been... wow, like a whole two hours since I last had a coffee," she joked.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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Jordan Ley'co

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A small smile creased her lips when Madison had begun her usual ramblings, it was an all too common occurrence for her, especially when she was stressed. Mainly involving family and well, with Graduation it wasn't so surprising to see her even more so stressed. She casually nodded and gave a small smile under Madison finally caught herself, and apologized. Jordan simply waved her off and shrugged, "It's no big deal you know me. I'm used to your rambling." she said with a teasing tone and a small wink. Jordan groaned slightly as she tried to get comfortable in the oh so ever uncomfortable seats, the fake leather creaking under her weight until she got comfortable. "It was the usual. And unsurprisingly uneventful. I had a few things to do this morning as well as take care of a few things, but I managed to get it all done. So uh, it's been a day." she said with a sigh as she relaxed a bit in the booth, until she heard a voice that was rather familiar speak up.

To her surprise it was the new girl, Guinevere, she was an interesting individual to say the least. Sure they didn't really know her past the name tag and small talk they've made since she moved to the town. But she was always nice enough to them and always wore a smile whenever she saw them. Jordan smiled and perked up slightly as she asked if it would be the usual, "Yes please. Thanks, Guinevere." she said with a small smile. Her thoughts were dragged away as the thought of food finally hit her, as she really hadn't eaten at all that day as she had been too busy to. The thought of getting what she normally had made her state of hunger even more noticeable. A stack of the house special pancakes and bacon strips with a coffee made her smile a bit more so than usual. After a busy workday food always tasted and smelt better than they normally would.

"Also, before I forget. Before we leave can you get two bottles of the lemonade? Kate's been asking for it a bit as of late and I feel guilty not bringing her back any." she said with a small smile and awkward chuckle, as she hated being a bother, but she couldn't really let down or disappoint Kate by not bringing any back home.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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GUINEVERE ADDINGTON
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Image"Two hours, huh? I think that must be a new record" Guinevere joked as she scribbled Madison's usual order on to her small steno pad before turning her attention to Jordan. At the mention of Kate her face softened to a small smile and she nodded. The youngest of the Ley'co girls was truly a delight. Gwen always enjoyed seeing the young girl come in as she always had a smile on her face. She always made sure to bicker to the cook about making sure she always got extra chocolate chips on her pancakes. "Of course! And tell her I said hello, would you? I have a stack of pancakes with her name on it" She giggled slightly before slipping the pencil back behind her ear. "I'll be right back with everything" With that she turned away from the table and walked behind the counter ripping the order sheet from her pad and hooking it to the cook's line.

A waitress job was not something Gwen ever saw herself doing - even when she was human. Yet now, she wouldn't give it up for anything. It was the closest she'd got to feeling normal again. Of course, she'd dread the day when people began to notice that she wasn't getting older anytime soon and she'd have to pack up and move towns again. The vamp had become quite accustomed to Bear Point, maybe even as far as fond of the place. She'd miss it for sure. Gwen hadn't even realized how much time she had spent dazing off into space when the small little bell chimed and Martin placed food up on the counter. She turned around flashing him a smile as she grabbed the plates, "thanks Martin" but faltered when he held on to them. "Hey, I was wondering if you-" "Sorry Martin, I'm busy tonight. I really appreciate the offer but Mrs. Gardner needs someone to watch her dog" They had this conversation at least once a week. At first Gwen treated it as innocent and flattering, but now it began to irritate her. "Again? But didn't she have you watch him last week?" She forced a curt smile tugging slightly on the plates. "She's a busy woman Martin". "She's seventy-three". "Bingo nights are all the rage these days", Gwen gave it one final tug and he released his grip, "maybe next week" she called over her shoulder as she approached the girls table. That's what she had said last week.

"Alrighty, sorry about that. I have a stack of Joe's special with an extra side of bacon, and a coffee... and one order of French toast with fruit and a coffee Pine's style" She said with a smile as she placed the food in front of the girls. "The lemonades are packed and ready to go when you guys are finished! Can I get either of you anything else?".

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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Madison just nodded at Jordan's explanation. Their breakfasts here in the diner were often the only time they felt anywhere near normal, and that was nice. Quiet was good for both of them. Maddy had known her for long enough to be able to read between the lines, to be able to tell when something had happened, to tell when Jordan was finding it hard. As hard as Madison was finding the thought of graduation and moving away, it was a whole different situation for Jordan. Maddy wanted to help so badly, but there was nothing she could do. She'd promised Jordan she wouldn't interfere, and she was going to stick to that promise.

Maddy just smiled at Guinevere as she brought the food down to them and put it in front of them. It smelled as amazing as ever, and Maddy inhaled deeply. The diner made the best damn French toast ever. A few years ago, her mom had a rare quiet patch in work and they'd gone away for an impromptu trip to some fancy hotel a few hours away. It had been amazing, but the French toast had severely disappointed. The food here was one of the only things she would really miss.

"This looks amazing, Guinevere, thank you so much!" She said with a smile. "I think I'm okay for everything, this is an adequately sized cup of coffee," she joked as she took a mouthful out of it. Mm, the coffee never failed to please as well. There was times when this town felt claustrophobic, when all she wanted was to get out. But then there was days like today, when she was aware of everything she would miss. Including the girl sitting across from her.

"We need to bring Kate out for breakfast one morning, I miss that kid's conversation," she remarked as she cut into her toast and took a bite of it. It didn't disappoint.

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Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington

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Jordan Ley'co

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Jordan smiled as Guinevere said that they already had some packed up and ready for whenever she would plan on coming by and getting them, "Awesome, thank you so much, Gwen!" she chimed up pulled out some money, handing the waitress a fresh, crisp twenty-dollar bill, "Consider this a thank you from Kate, as well as some extra money. It's the least I can do." Jordan knew what it was like to practically live off of tips, as that job didn't really pay much in general, as well as she thought it'd be a nice gesture as well. She began sipping her drink when the waitress came back after having some bickering between her and cook, as usual, and smile up at her as she spoke as Guinevere asked if they needed anything else, "I think we're good for now, thanks, hun." she said with a small smile, and watched as she eventually walked away after the two of them concluded that they were fine for now.

She shook her head and began to eat in silence until Madison spoke back up, talking about how she missed having Kate around and the conversations that would come of it. A small chuckle passed her lips as she thought on it, Kate always did have a way with words. She finally spoke after wiping a bit of maple syrup from her bottom lip as she spoke, "I think Kate would like that, probably sometime this week we can get together again and just hang out, like old times." she said with a small smile, and took another sip of her drink, sighed as she looked down at the table after placing the cup down on the wooden table. She thought for a moment in silence until she finally broke the awkwardness as she spoke, her voice was soft as her mind was somewhere else as she spoke, but her words were nevertheless coherent. "So, you really plan on moving away from here after graduation, huh? I can't say I blame you there, this town is...Too small, and rather frankly, I'm tired of the weird things here..." her voice growing slowly more faint as she spoke, the realization that Madison who was not only her best friend, but who was also one of the very few people in this town that genuinely cared about her, was thinking of moving away and leaving, and that thought did hurt a bit, but at the same time she understood. This town wasn't for anyone to really stay in and those who did were rather odd, and it was growing more evident as of late.

She sighed and shook her head again as she kicked those thoughts from her mind, now wasn't the time or place for that, "But I don't really have much say in the matter there. I'm just gonna miss you, Madds...But I do hope you find something better out there, you deserve it after all anyway." she said with a small smile as she looked up at her friend. She wasn't exactly what it was, but something about Madison always brought a smile to her face, as well as helping her block our and ignore the life she was really living, even if it was for a little bit. With graduation just around the corner, and others with plans of leaving this rinky-dink of a town, she couldn't blame anyone, and was rather happy for her to be honest, she just had to wait a few more years for Kate to turn eight-teen, and then they could both leave Bear Point and all of the dark times behind them, right...?

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| Outfit: Currently wearing | Location: Joe's Diner | Hex:#800000 |

Jordan listened silently as Madison spoke, the two taking bites and sips of the food they ordered every now and then as they conversed. A small smile formed on her face when she said that they'd stay in contact after she left and that she'd keep her up to date on all of her escapades and adventures, especially those books. Shaking her head she chuckled softly, it was genuine and one of the few times she was actually happy was when she was with her small group of friends, as well as the diner. It had always been a place that they had gone to, from when she was young, to being a common hangout spot for the gang and families as they grew up. "Just promise to not have too much fun without me, got it?" Jordan said with a smile that soon faltered slightly, as she thought about the reality of not being able to see one of the few people that made her life better every day like she used to. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she suddenly propped up as she remembered something. "That reminds me." she said as she dug into her jacket's pocket, and pulled something out in a small black box and placed it on the table in front of Madison.

"I almost would have forgotten to give it you before graduation. I know it isn't much, but it was the best I could afford at the moment." she said with a small smile as she opened the box, revealing a small, silver locket with a small silver chain. "I know it isn't much but, I figured it was better than nothing at all. Consider it a good luck charm for going away, as well as reminding you about all of us back here in Bear Point, since I know you'll be too busy living it up in the city and forget about all of us." she said with a teasing wink. Soon after they had finished there food and paid the bill, and collected the crate of lemonade for Kate as they thanked Marvin and Guinevere again as they left, "Thanks again, and see you sometime. Gwen, Marvin." she gave the two a friendly smile as they headed out the door.

After unlocking the door to her truck, putting the small crate in the back compartment she closed the door, stuffing her hands into her pockets as the cold winter air blew passed them. It was only getting colder, which wasn't very surprising as there were still some patches of snow here and there on the ground, seeing as winter and spring were usually the longest seasons in this old town, tending to last far too long for some people's liking. "So, do we go on an unknown adventure and see where the road takes us, or become mole people again by retreating to the Pines house, or do you already have other plans, Madds?"

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Maddy was taken aback for a minute or two as Jordan pulled out a small box and put it on the table in front of her. She gasped with delight as Jordan opened the box. "Jordan, I love it! Thank you so much!" She gushed. "And don't worry, Jordan. I could never forget about you. And, like I said, if Sheriff Emma Pines has anything to do with it, I'll be home every few weeks," she joked. They paid up and left the diner, waving a little at Gwen as they left.

She waited for Jordan to put the lemonade in the back of her truck, shivering a little in the cool air. God, tights had seemed like a good idea at the time, and she was severely regretting it now. She swore that it had somehow gotten colder since she'd left the house. So when Jordan asked her what she wanted to do, there was only one answer she had.

"Well, frankly, I would love to go for a walk in the woods, but frankly I made some terrible decisions when I was getting dressed this morning and I think I should probably change before we do that," she admitted. "And if you ever mention this to my mom I swear to god, I will never live that down, so do me a favour," she added, laughing a little as she did so. "So back to the Pines residence followed by a stroll in the woods?" She suggested.