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[NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN]

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Niamh had always liked zoos. Sure, there were zoos back in Ireland, the Dublin zoo said it all, but the Irish girl had always liked going to different zoos all around the world. Maybe it was because of the animals, but most zoos had the same variety of animals anyway. The redhead didn't know, maybe it was the layout of every different zoo, or the same kind of animals with different names, but one thing was for certain, it was one of her sketching/stalk spots. She liked drawing animals, the felines in particular, so it was pretty common to catch her hanging around a particular animal's spot all day, waiting for it to do something, like jump or whatever so she could doodle it down. Niamh had the patience of a saint when it came to getting whatever she wanted, especially when it came to art. You can't rush art, it came to you whenever it came to you, or so that was what she often liked to think.

It was such a lovely day out. She hadn't drawn anything yet, but she was lurking around the cheetah area, waiting for the majestic feline to arise from its slumber. She had already drawn a truckload of it sleeping in her book, and was calmly waiting for its poses. Though it didn't look like it was about to wake up anytime soon, the redhead was more than willing to wait all day if she had to. She wanted to draw a cheetah today, and so a cheetah she will draw. While she waited, she yawned on the bench she was sitting on, stretching her arms high above her head. Her legs barely skimmed the ground from the bench. Normally it was a pet peeve, but she was a little too drowsy to start grumbling to herself.

Half an hour passed with no signs of the cheetah awakening. The redhead twitched restlessly in her seat, feeling her bum becoming sore. Deciding that she would come back later, she rose and gathered her things, wondering if she would have better luck drawing the lions instead. When she looked around, a wandering figure in the distance caught her eye. The silhouette was too far to notice if it was male or female, but Niamh didn't care. It had a nice figure, and she was sure as fuck going to draw that shit down. She scampered forward, sketchbook at the ready until she was only a few feet behind the person. Pencil rising, she began to draw the person's back, liking the thought of drawing some mysterious stranger whose face she would never know. Niamh was going to continue trailing and stalking this person around...until he or she decided to turn around. And then that would be her cue to start running. Can't have art without a bit of sacrifice.

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[LEILA QUINN BLACKWOOD]

Good news will work its way to all them plans and we'll all float on

It had been a long time since Leila had taken a day to just relax, to worry about absolutely nothing. Ever since she had moved to Manuka, it had been a maelstrom of activity around her. First, she had had to run all over the city trying to find a job, considering the fact that she was dirt poor when she first rolled into town. And after that was all said and done, she found Jesse – or rather, he found her, given the circumstances – and that was the moment her plans had completely derailed. Everything was changed from that point on.

Leila had believed Jesse was dead for the longest time, considering the fact that he had tried to make her and their families think that. He had disappeared one day without a word and Leila had thought she’d never see him again. But then she had happened to run into him here of all places and Jesse had told Leila the real reason; he had been bitten by a werewolf and once he realized what had happened, he had run away to keep everyone safe. That explanation had sent Leila on a mission to research as much as she could about the supernatural. Between that, working, and spending time with Jesse, she hadn’t really had much of a break and she hadn’t touched a camera in what seemed like forever.

Today was the day she was going to change that. She had the day off, Jesse was off doing his thing, and she was sure if she read one more page in an old, dusty book, she’d lose her mind. No, today was a day for Leila to rest and recharge and the best way she could do that was through taking pictures. While Leila had been in Manuka for a little bit, she hadn’t had much of a chance to explore it in an artistic sense. It sounded weird, but Leila felt like she didn’t really know a place until she had had the chance to adventure all around it with her camera. She had started with the zoo, deciding that she really wanted the chance to get a look at exotic animals. Besides, it had been forever since Leila had been to a zoo. In all honesty, she couldn’t even remember the last time and she was hoping she could get some interesting shots.

Things were going seemingly normal. Leila had started with the monkeys and went from there, taking pictures of practically everything. Animals, fellow zoo goers, zoo vendors – everything. It was typical of the girl. She’d take hundreds of photographs and not look at a single one for a couple of days or two, or at least until she put them on a computer to get a better look. Leila was so focused on her camera and her subjects that she didn’t notice anyone following her at first. Eventually though, she started to get the acutest feeling that she was being watched and it had caused her to pull away from her camera for a few moments. Leila glanced around, her eyes being drawn to a shocking tangle of red hair. She had seen the girl earlier; the red head had been sitting on a bench staring at the cheetah exhibition and Leila couldn’t stop herself from snapping a photograph of it. Leila hadn’t thought the other girl had seen her, but maybe she had and was angry about it now. It happened, time to time. “Hi!” she greeted, hoping friendliness could diffuse any potential problems.

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[NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN]

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It did not dawn on Niamh until the very last minute that perhaps, just perhaps, that she was being a creepy, though tiny redheaded stranger/stalker. Before that however, her pencil continued to sketch feverishly down on the book. The figure, she realized as she got closer, was a young, brunette woman. A rare, bright smile spread across her features as she continued sketching. It was not often that she was able to draw down such a rare find, even if she was not able to see the person's face. It did not matter to the Irish, as art came in plenty of forms, and to draw the mysterious figure silhouette was a pleasant experience. Her stalkee was completely unaware of her presence for the time being, Though she would have preferred to indeed draw the cheetah, this was already a very nice change for her. And no, she had not seen this same person lurking around the cheetahs, she had been too engrossed in praying that it would move.

She was nearly done. All she needed left was the other female's hair. That part had always been a huge bitch to draw, so it was why she always saved it for last. Niamh didn't realize how close she was approaching the woman, so it should not have been a surprise when she finally turned and saw her. The immortal was halfway through finishing it when she was startled by a loud, friendly greeting from the woman. The tiny woman jumped, startled, her pencil scraping against the book, creating a long, thin line that spread across the paper. "Oh, fuckkkk," she murmured, glancing with horror at her carelessness. Resisting the urge to squeal at her mistake and create a huge fuss, she held her tongue and snapped the book shut.

"Uhhhh," Niamh began, suddenly feeling very, very awkward and very small in front of the brunette. She felt her mind go haywire. What was she supposed to do now? Apologise? Why should she even apologise in the first place? She wasn't sorry for what she did. Thousands of phrases bombarded into the immortal's mind, trying to think of what to say. Parts of them were justifying her actions, defending it. Other parts told her to laugh and call it off, making a joke. And random phrases were no exception, willing Niamh to start talking about how sexy the elephants were or ask if toilets could dance. Absurd and hilarious as they were, she knew that she would be immediately deemed...extraordinary if she did start talking about dancing toilets.

Of course the last option was to run, but for some reason, her mind wasn't working with her in support of that idea.

"I was uh, um, uhh," stalled Niamh, averting her eyes from the girl and looking everywhere but at her. Deciding that she had to say something, and not an apology, she opted for the safe route. "I couldn't help but notice you walking and um, I hope you didn't mind me drawing you. Or rather your back for instance..." The words came out in a tumble, and as soon as they were out, Niamh wondered if she understood a word. Her accent was usually thick whenever she was flustered, and some people did have trouble with them, with the exception of the people from her homeland, and sometimes the occasional Scotsman. She hoped she did, lest she suddenly became pissed and become the trigger she needed to start her running.

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[LEILA QUINN BLACKWOOD]

Good news will work its way to all them plans and we'll all float on

Leila hadn’t meant to startle the girl. Not at all. She had kind of thought the girl was coming to talk to her – or bitch her out – about the photo Leila took of her. Either way, she had thought the girl was expecting a response and that she wouldn’t be caught off guard by Leila’s greeting. It turned out that Leila had been entirely wrong on that account, since she saw a sudden jerk of the girl’s arm and a mumbled curse word. Instantly, the girl felt bad, first for startling the other and secondly for ruining whatever the girl was working on. She knew how awful it was to have something you were creating ruined.

It didn’t stop there, however. It seemed as if Leila had startled her so bad that the girl couldn’t get a sentence out. Maybe she was interpreting it all wrong, but either way, she felt awful. Leila kind of had a tendency to blame everything on herself. If it could even be remotely her fault, she took on all responsibilities of it. The young woman had always been like that and no attempt at changing had ever helped, even when people sat her down and tried to explain it to her that it wasn’t her fault. She had always been stubborn in that sort of sense.

Finally though, the other girl had been able to explain to Leila what she had been doing and Leila realized she had gotten it all wrong. Here she thought the girl was mad at her for taking a photograph of her when the girl thought Leila was angry at her for drawing her. In all honesty, Leila had had no clue. If the girl hadn’t told her what she was doing, Leila would’ve come nowhere near guessing it. Maybe it was because Leila was an artist herself, but she would’ve never in a million years considered herself interesting enough to be a subject. She was behind the camera all the time, rarely in front of it, which probably had something to do with it.

“Oh, no, not at all!” Leila instantly reassured the girl, wanting to settle the issue as quickly as possible to get rid of any awkwardness. “I didn’t even realize you were drawing me.” Made her sound as unobservant as ever, but oh well. Part of Leila was curious about the girl’s drawing. Seeing as how Leila didn’t really think of herself as a girl who would catch someone’s attention, she was kind of interested in how this girl was drawing her. Since she was an artist, she must’ve been doing something spectacular, right? Artists never seemed to want to deal with the mundane. They put their own spin on everything, which is what made it beautiful. But Leila knew how protective some people could be over their artwork, especially unfinished work, and she wasn’t about to put the girl on the spot.

Instead, Leila figured she should change the subject just a tiny bit, to help diffuse the situation just a little bit further. Or really, diffuse wasn’t the right word. It was more of putting them on the same level of awkward artists. “I actually thought you were coming over here to yell at me about the photo I took of you,” Leila admitted a but sheepishly. “You want to see it?” she asked, already turning her camera on and flipping through the photos. Normally she didn’t show her stuff before she got a chance to edit it, but she thought this was a special exception. Finding the photography, Leila held the camera out to the girl, showing her the photo. It was a close up of the profile of the girl. You couldn’t see what she was staring at, but clearly it was something that took all her attention. And the lighting was beautiful, coming in from the side and slightly behind the girl to light up her hair and give interesting shadows. Leila was pretty proud of it, at least.

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[NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN]

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Niamh never learnt her lesson whenever it came to art. Whenever she found something that she liked, she was damn well going to draw that shit down regardless of who it was, or what they would think of her when she finally got caught. Art never waited for anyone, it came and it went, and if she so much as hesitated, she would never forgive herself for missing the chance of drawing something valuable down. Most of her work were of her cats and whatever they came to mind, but she had also made it a habit of sketching people down. Her sketchbook was filled with drawings of people in random poses, some which included the sketch of Malcolm she managed to capture on the dock. She regarded the image of Mal with a fond memory, she had indeed enjoyed her encounter with him at the lake.

Looking into the warm brown eyes of the woman, the redhead realized that her previous assumption of her was completely wrong. The Irish did not even need to try reading her aura, the brunette's friendly face was an open book for her to read. There was absolutely going to be no yelling, or snippy questions about what the hell she had been doing. Niamh took a moment to read the girl's thoughts, skimming the surface. It wasn't enough to figure out what the brunette's motives really were and what she wanted to do in life and all that, but Niamh read enough to pluck out her name. Leila. A friendly name for a friendly face. It seemed completely legit.

It turned out that her judgement had been right the moment she began talking. It never failed to amaze the redhead just how friendly and sociable people could actually get. Siobhan had been a wonderful example, except the part where she managed to fuck herself up, but yes, her younger sister had been a well-loved star. "Oh," said Niamh, surprised at her words, and couldn't help but feel a tiny bit smug at how sneaky she had managed to get before Leila's sixth sense had kicked in. "Well, okay then, cool." She wanted to say something else, maybe laugh it off or crack a joke, but the tiny redhead was feeling a bit awkward and tonguetied at the moment. Being caught did that to you.

"Photo?" The startled word popped out of her mouth in bewilderment. She had been taking photos of her? Why would she do that? Niamh didn't consider herself photogenic in the slightest, but something in her must have caught Leila's eye, just like how she had caught the brunette's silhouette in the distance and thought it worth catching on paper. The redhead was about to politely decline (why would she want to see her own face anyway?) but Leila was already switching on her camera. Hesitant, but curious at the same time, Niamh blinked at the image. "Oh, wow." she murmured in awe. It was indeed a lovely shot of her staring into nothing, when she had been waiting for the cheetah to wake up. "That's a nice shot."

Figuring that it was her turn to show her own work, she flipped her sketchbook open, skipping to the latest page. There Leila's silhouette was sketched, the woman's head and back, with only her hair missing. The only thing that stained the drawing was the ugly line across the page, but Niamh figured she could fix it up later and complete the drawing. "It's not complete but...yeah." she said sheepishly. "I'm Niamh by the way."

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