ELIZABETH MARCH
QUEEN OF THE CORTEZ

SCATHACH
WITCH OF THE WOOD

STEFANI BIANCHI
STARLET OF ROANOKE

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Welcome to The Cortez…

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That place wasn’t Meg’s first choice, definetly. Even though the hotel wasn’t calling much attention, she felt exposed, too exposed. She felt like any of Crowley’s men could get inside and gut her like a pig. 

Yet she couldn’t let other people know she was scared to death. For Lucifer’s sake, she is Meg Masters! And so she put on her usual snarky, sarcastic and bitchy mask, to hide her fear. Yet, there was one woman there with the power to set her off, this woman was Elizabeth, the owner of the hotel. Whenever she saw that woman, somehting in Meg’s stomach twisted, making her inable to say a word near the woman, she masked her awe, though, she never let the woman know how much she affected her. 

Meg was at the restaurant, having a few drinks while she listened to some music coming rom the radio. She was busy with her scotch and didn’t noticed Elizabeth getting into the room, as she saw the woman, she looked up. “Miss…” She nodded politely at her.

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elizabeth has merely kept an eye on the other woman ever since she’d appeared at the hotel. after all, the countess can smell the blood of all of those around her, and the guest’s blood is anything BUT human; if it can even be considered blood.  

it’s at least a few days after the female’s arrival that elizabeth will make herself known. the blue parrot lounge on the second level of the hotel cortez is only slightly filled for the evening, but jazz music fills the grand space and creates a rather… calming atmosphere. it’s what the platinum blonde prefers when she allows others to see her.

the other blonde in the dimly lit corner of the lounge catches her eye, though, and when she’s addressed, elizabeth will lift her chin.   ❛ do i know you? ❜   she’ll play dumb, one corner of her mouth quirking up at the side as she approaches the other female.

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