「 cherries and wine - intro 」

[marissa]

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What. Where the hell did all these people come from all of a sudden? She was practically stranded on the streets just a minute ago. Why was everyone deciding to conveniently show up now? This town was so strange.

The first to approach Marissa at the little table within the diner was a rather tall girl who physically didn't look much older than Marissa was herself. The brunette used the few seconds she had to quickly examine more of her features, taking in the sight of long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Now that she was leaning her hands over to rest them against the table, Marissa had to tilt her head up to meet the blonde's gaze. Damn her height. Already, something about the way the blonde composed herself exuded an almost powerful sort of aura. Maybe some would've found it threatening, but Mari? Nope. There wasn't much that frightened her, perhaps because of her terrible sense of self-preservation. Marissa had no clue what the girl could be thinking due to the expressionless look on her face, and she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to know. Whoever this was, she was doing one hell of a job acting nonchalant.

One of the few things Marissa was positive of was that there was definitely something... unusual about the girl, at least when compared to the average person. As someone raised in a city dominated by a human population, it was easy to identify the couple of supernaturals she came across. After all, their scent were much more distinguishable compared to a human's. This seemed to apply to the blonde beside her, although the werewolf wasn't surprised. Part of the reason Marissa was here was because of San Creado's rumored supernatural population. Her suspicions were quickly confirmed soon after the blonde started speaking, when Marissa briefly noticed a pair of pointed fangs. Though, just as quickly, a new and self-conscious question formed in her head. Why was she staring at this stranger's mouth to begin with? While momentarily shaking her head, Marissa lifted her gaze back up to look back into blue eyes. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, only to come to an abrupt stop as a new face appeared by the table.

This time, it was a young but unique looking male clad in a biker jacket with an assortment of patches layering it. Similarly to the girl before, she could tell there was no way this guy was entirely human from his scent. Marissa couldn't help but get distracted by the mullet atop his head. Outside of various media, she wasn't sure if she ever saw anyone actually possessing that type of hairstyle. This guy distinctly reminded Marissa of those individuals in high school who unironically claimed they were born in the wrong generation. However, the big difference was that he was actually living the dream, which Mari completely supported. Why wouldn't she, anyway? She didn't give a damn how 70s or 80s someone wanted to look, and anyone who did was probably just an ass. Everyone was guilty of following some stereotypes, anyway. It wasn't like she didn't purposely try to make herself look like a stereotypical lesbian fifty percent of the time.

Yet again, Mari had to clamp her jaw shut before she could answer when someone else burst into the diner. This one already seemed much more energetic as a result of their loud entrance, but of course, there was always the possibility that she could've been horribly incorrect. They sported slightly messy locks of dark hair and dark eyes, and while Marissa was definitely not attracted to anything other than fellow females, she would willingly admit the person - who introduced themself as Alexander - was pretty. Because of how outgoing they seemed, Mari felt like and hoped they'd be able to get along easily. Before beginning to speak, Marissa silently turned her head towards the entrance to the diner, as if she was waiting for someone - which she was. She didn't want to be interrupted again. After a few moments of waiting and seeing luckily nobody else entering for the time being, she glanced back over to the three, the corners of her lips beginning to tug into a smile. There were a few seconds of silence before Marissa spoke.

"Is this what you guys normally do here?" One of her brows slowly raised up in a curious manner. "Cornering newcomers, I mean." Her tone was lighthearted as she spoke, making it clear that she wasn't actually trying to be snarky. When it came to the big city, nobody really gave a shit about strangers in public settings. However, Marissa supposed that would drastically change if the population was between thirty to forty. "And a group of vampires ganging up on a werewolf? I gotta say, that's horribly cliche." Huh. That rhymed. A little chuckle escaped from her lips before she slowly shook her head. "But first off, to answer your questions, I'm here to get food. Isn't that what you're supposed to do at a diner?" What other reason would a newcomer enter for? "If you're talking about San Creado in general... I don't really know." Marissa knew why she was here, but not exactly what she was doing. There was a difference. Casually, her shoulders lifted into a shrug before she continued. "But anyway, I'm Marissa. Or Mari. I don't really care which you want to use."