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[attr="class","textieno"]Faye of all people hated being outside of the titan camp. She found it to be a pain and honestly she didnt quite understand why people would choose to do something like this. The titan camp was home and safety, Faye never strayed to far from the camp but she needed to handle some business else where. It was common knowledge that there had been a few traitors that had left camp faye needed to find out who they were exactly and where on earth they could be hiding, big cities were always a number one location to start and so she began her search in a town in California. Armed with a whip tucked into her boot and a dagger in the garter belt beneath her dress she walked through the town her eyes peeled and searching for someone, anyone who was out of place where they need not be. She hadnt been in the city for more than a couple minutes when something strange happened, she walked by the door to a starbucks and saw a man offering money to a cashier, not just any money but drachma, how strange. Faye decided to take a seat and wait for the male to come out of the coffee shop, she knew damn well he might not leave alone he and the girl seemed to be flirting but eventually he rose from his seat and headed out the door. Faye stood from her chair and moved to the door pretending to run into the male with a gentle but flirty smile. [break][break]
"Pardon me sir. I did not see you there, you know running into you might just be the highlight of my day." She gave him a wink and bit her lower lip. Something about the man was off and Faye didnt have any idea on who the traitors were just that there were some so maybe she was wrong and this idiot was a demigod either way she would check up on her lead. She moved a strand of her thick dark hair back and held out her hand in a cutesy manner, "My names Faye Penhollow, A pleasure to meet you and again I apologize for almost tackling you in the door way." She looked at him then towards the counter, she hated coffee and now she needed a way out of what she had done. "You know coffee is terrible for you, perhaps we can go to a dinner for a bite to eat if I buy? I`m starving and no woman wants to go anywhere without a strapping young man on her arm." She laughed and moves to his arm linking her own with his. Faye could have been a great actor and to ease any possible suspicion she sent a wave of ease and comfort through him her smile never faltering for a second. She looked up at the male her thick accent clearly showing its head. "Tell me a little about yourself. I`d love to get to know you better." She smiled sweetly and moved to lay her head on his arm, being nice gave her a bit of an uneasy feel but she pushed through it, she needed him on her side and she was bound to get what she wanted.

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[attr="class","tagsieno"]Sebastian Crane

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[Sebastian Crane]

The sea of dreams bringing me closer to you

Sebastian's addiction finally got the best of him and he was forced to excuse himself so that he might be able to sneak away for a quick cigarette. It was a bad habit, for sure, but he had just finished suffering through a years worth of withdrawal and now he found himself smoking like a chimney, or a train, or some other lame analogy that he was much too impatient to entertain the idea of at the moment. It wasn't that Felicity was boring by any stretch of the imagination but while he was smiling and nodding politely while she droned on about whatever the topic may be, his brain was screaming CIGARETTE"at him every two seconds, which made is difficult to concentrate on anything. When the conversation came to a brief pause, he gave her an apologetic smile and did his best to politely excuse himself without looking like too much of a rude, contemptuous jackass trying to bum money off of her only to split once the coffee was paid for. Before he even started to open the door to exit the coffee shop, his hand was fumbling in his pocket for his darling cigarettes and the idea of smoking was nearly enough to make him salivate uncontrollably.

Upon exiting the cafe, he was immediately bumped into and stumbled backwards, nearly closing his head in the door during the process. Luckily his reflexes were a little faster than that and he managed to get away unscathed, though he was now standing directly in front of the exit and he was being spoken to by a pretty girl that looked to be of Asian descent, though he wasn't quite sure what she had just said to him. Something about running into being the highlight of her day? No, that couldn't possibly be it... Either way, she extended her hand to him in greeting moments later and introduced herself as Faye Penhallow, her accent clearly of the same origin as his but with a... posh hint to it.

He watched as she cast a wary glance back inside the coffee shop and suddenly he was wondering if perhaps she had been watching him and Felicity. Was it really possible that a girl like this was watching... no, stalking him while he chatted up another girl for coffee money? She must have been because shortly after she interrupted his thoughts with the offer of buying him food and now her arm was linked with his after she  had just called him strapping. Alright, so she was flirting with him... That wasn't necessarily new, plenty of women flirted with him but those tended to rank a 7, maybe an occasional 8. But Faye? Faye ranked a solid 9.5 and he'd normally say she was definitely a 10 if he wasn't entirely convinced that she had an "oh" factor. Man, this girl was pushy, but she was showing interest in him without him even having said a word yet and he wasn't going to complain about that. Clearing his throat, he summoned his most charming smile and let the British accent flow.

"It's lovely to meet you, Faye Penhallow. My name is Sebastian Crane, and I would love to go out for a good nosh up. Perhaps we can get to know each other instead of going on about myself. For instance, I originate from the Cornwall region, but I'm guessing you're from London?"

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