Not What You Signed Up For (Reboot)|| Mature || CLOSED

Name: Cora Fisher
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Appearance: Roundish face. Her skin is paler than she would like it to be. Her hair is brown and a little curly and fluffy. It goes just past her chin. Her eyes are green and she has a button nose. She has freckles on her face and her shoulders. She is slightly shorter than average. She wears a lot of dresses and skirts.
Personality: Loyal, loves her friends, easily excited. Really quiet around people she doesn't trust. She relies on her gut and her intuition for most of her decisions. Appears serious, formal, proper, and intimidating if you don't know her. Not very observant, pretty clueless.
Antagonist?: Nope
Backstory: After she went to school with Harrison she moved a couple of hours away to go to university where she studied anthropology.
Other: She wears glasses.

(Great! I love her)

(Wow, he’s amazing!)

Another crimson sunrise, another chilly day on the outskirts of the city, and frost was beginning to settle on the window ledges of Harrison's small, red brick stately home. As per every morning he began with simple stretches, followed by a shower and getting dressed, before eventually making his way downstairs to the kitchen. With one sketchbook in hand, and a pencil resting on his ear, he leaned back on the marble counter top, sipping a large cup of coffee. Peace and quiet. It was only seven o'clock, so he wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake, though from the soft pattering of footsteps that echoed through the house, Harrison knew that a luxury such as quiet wasn't something he was going to be able to afford today. I wonder which one it is, I ought to have learned by now.

Vix trotted down the stairs not a few minutes later. She had a mouse that was still squeaking in her mouth. Even in her fox form you could still tell she was annoyed. She dropped the mouse at Harrison's feet before shifting into her human form, still crouching over the mouse and poking at it.
"You need to get these damn things out of the attic." Vix spat as she picked the mouse up by its tail. "They kept me up almost all night. You either set up some traps to catch and release the things or I will personally tear up the attic to kill them all." She poked Harrison with the hand that wasn't holding the mouse.

Aster came down the stairs, again, in his black attire. He gave Harrison one good glare before going over to get a coffee for himself. He wasn’t a night owl, nor was he a morning person. He was just equally tiredly expressed all day and all night. He noticed the sketch book and pencil, immediately leaning against the counter of the kitchen and asking: “What’re you drawing this time?”, all the while sipping the boiling coffee.

He glared outside the window, curious as to what shenanigans this day will bring. Judging from Vix’s complaints, today was starting off strong.

"I think the mice give the house some charm, plus they're kind of cute." Harrison took the mouse from Vix, cupping it gently in his hands. "But if you're really against them I'll find a home for them in the garden."

The human was oddly surprised to see Aster downstairs so early, and cocked an eyebrow to his question. "I didn't think you paid attention to things like my art, but if you must know I'm working on portraits of you all. I realised that I have little to no photographic evidence of your existence so drawing was the next best thing I could think of."

When Emi wandered in and perched herself on the counter, his eyebrows knitted together. Opening the kitchen window slightly, he allowed the mouse to crawl off his palm and escape to the garden. After shutting the window again he threw Emi a very disapproving look. "What have I said about sitting on the counter?"

Eskja woke up to the light on her eyelids. She took a moment, just laying by a window, looking out to the sunrise before coming to the conclusion that it was time to get up. On certain days, Eskja would rather just sleep for longer, but there was a whole day ahead of her. Might as well see what it brings this time. Life for Eskja wasn’t exactly boring due to her living situation.

She could already hear the voices of some of the others downstairs. Giving herself a stretch, Eskja thought of what she might do first. Get some tea, maybe. That might wake her up a bit more. Assuming she could focus enough to get it, once she got down there.
Just take deep breaths, Eskja. Calm. Eskja was good at being calm.

Eskja made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, observing who was currently in the room for a brief moment. She gave a slight and soft greeting of, “Hello,” before making her way to a cupboard and getting out what she needed for tea. Getting tea was her focus now.

"Please do it soon, Harry." Vix pleaded as she sat herself down at the counter, resting her head on it. "I haven't gotten a decent night sleep in at least a week because of those things. I can hear them in the walls. I'm going to start hearing them in my head soon." She complained. "Their nonstop chitter chatter make's me want to offer myself up to Emi." She pointed at the sadistic girl sitting on the counter.

"Don't look to him for confirmation." Harrison waved his hand in front of Emi to get her attention back to him. "You two are as bad as each other. Anyway, there is nothing saying you can't have fun within reason. While I will admit that my grandfather didn't have the best taste in decor, you can't just break it. I'm not made of money and I've already lost a lot due to your shenanigans."

Upon Eskja's entrance, Harrison couldn't help but feel slightly calmer. The dragon always had been once of the most peaceful inhabitants of his house, and for that he would always be grateful. "Good morning Eskja, sorry you had to hear that." he averted his gaze from everyone in the kitchen, picking up his sketchbook, it was one of the only things that kept him calm nowadays, and he didn't feel like triggering an asthma attack right now. "I'll sort it out Vix, I promise…"

"I will not have anyone doing anything to break the law again, not after last time." Harrison still remembered all the blood, thankfully he was able to get the police off his scent after he'd covered for his housemates. It wasn't a pleasant experience, one he definitely didn't intend to be part of again, but anything could happen with this lot around. He kept his eyes on his sketchbook, taking the pencil from his ear so he could add to the current sketch of Emi—not that he could focus. That particular topic of conversation was touchy for him, and reminded him how much he wanted to just be a normal person living a normal life.

"Not literally, Emi." Vix said as she raised her head up off the table to glare at the Langsuir. "If you really want to kill something, go deal with the mice. Their are plenty of them and I know I wouldn't miss any of them."

“It doesn’t bother me too much,” Eskja responded to Harrison as she prepared to heat the water for her tea. She wasn’t too upset by the other’s conversations - especially what Emi had said, but to live in this house you really just had to deal with it sometimes.
Eskja turned herself to the tea packets and studied what was available. Green tea would probably be good for the morning to help her wake up a bit more. Once she had decided on that, she’d taken the tea bag and put it in a light orange mug she’d acquired.

Although her main focus was on the tea, as she’d told herself before, Eskja was still listening in on the ongoing conversation. It was hard not to.

"That's not the point!" Harrison slammed his fist onto the counter beside him, snapping his pencil in the process as the graphite stabbed into his thumb. It had been quite some time since he had raised his voice like that… So much for keeping calm. Calm was never on the table when Emi was around, he should have learned that by now. "In this type of society you can't just kill people and think that there aren't any consequences. The consequences always befall me, me, the only person who is keeping a roof over your head. I understand who you are, and what you are, Emi'annasa, but it's time you started to think about others!"

Harrison froze for a moment, he hadn't meant to go off on one, but it was too late at this point and he could't take any of it back. Though he knew it wouldn't affect Emi as much as he wanted it to—his words were always in vain where she was involved.

"Don't 'young one' me!" Vix snapped Emi. "I don't care about what feelings or death taste like." She said as she scooted away from Emi.
Vix let out a long sigh. "I need some coffee if I'm going to make it through today." She mumbled.

Aster was listening to everything. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He went over to the sink and put his empty cup of coffee there before moving over to stand beside Emi.
“I mean, you are kinda young compared to us. It’s not that we’re going to treat you the same as we do each other my dear,” Aster said in a slightly teasing voice with his scleras turning black, signaling that he was turning to his demon form, or that at least part of him was.
“Speaking of which—“ he turned to Emi to give her one hell of a glare “—if you’re gonna commit some crimes later, invite me,”

Harrison shook his head slowly, his eyes sharp in disbelief. "It's like talking to a brick wall." he threw his sketchbook somewhere onto the side, noticing that it hit Aster. He didn't care. With a frustrated sigh, rubbing the back of his head, Harrison made his way out of the kitchen and into the garden—slamming the backdoor behind him. Hopefully he would get a bit of peace and quiet out there. He couldn't stand the attitude that some of them had, it honestly made it very difficult to cope most of the time. Too many times they had caused him to have a panic attack and break down because of something they had said or done, and they never listened. Too many times he had told himself he had given up because he just couldn't handle all of them. Why did he continue to put himself through it when he knew it would only cause him pain?

Vix growled at them. "Oh fuck off, boomers!" She snapped as she stood up and walked over to the coffee pot. She grabbed herself a cup and poured herself a cup. She grabbed the sugar and dumped a good amount into the coffee.
She noticed Harrison leaving and slowly followed him outside, not wanting to get snapped at as well. Though Vix hated almost everyone on the house, Harrison was on of the exceptions. He was the only one that wouldn't piss her off almost 24/7.

Eskja glanced away from the counter upon the yell, and then later on when Harrison had left. Although she said nothing at the moment, her lips thinned into some sort of frown as she poured the hot water into the mug, letting it sit for a while.
She begun to consider what she would do today. Something would probably show up. Eskja knew she couldn’t spend her day sleeping - she did enough of that during the Winter months, when Icelandic Dragons normally hibernated.

Taking out the tea bag, Eskja walked over to the garbage bin and set the now-used bag in there. She walked back over to her tea and didn’t quite pick it up just yet, settling to wait by it for the time being.