The Townhouse of Chlöe Kennedie is a two story, modern, brick building with a two car garage, it is owned by the Kennedie family and located in Century City, Los Angeles. Chlöe currently shares this residence with three roommates, two former co-workers and her childhood friend.
Chlöe walked into the house fresh from about a dozen interviews in a row. She hadn't seen either of her roommates cars out front, they were usually pretty loud so she could tell if they were home. If they did happen to be here she was going to keep quiet should be asleep, Chlöe preferred the peace and quite to their obnoxiousness any day, now was the time for a nap before she went for a run with Baron.
Beginning to fall asleep in her comfortable spot on the couch, Chlöe jumped hearing Baron barking. Se started to yell for him to be quiet before remember what Mason always said. Know why he is barking before you yell. "Baron!" She called for him expecting him to be anxious for their upcoming run.
She would sit up going over the house schedule wondering who would be home or have come home about now, she reached for a weapon, and ocular interceptor in the off chance she would need it. "Who's there? Tawny. Is that you?" She asked.
"Um...You looked terribly like me, so I was kinda interested. I'm sure my parents woulda told me if I had a sister,though... not that they really had much chance to tell me these things. And then the dog went crazy,I was about to go when he started running around me like he knew me. Sorta reminds me of Bracken..." She trailed off at the thought of her dog.
She looks at her strangely. "What is a Bracken? And that still doesn't explain why you sauntered on into someone else's home, not know what kind of person I am or who I am. Let alone who in the heck you are! Pardon my French."
"It doesn't quite..." she shuddered. "I forgot to say, I'm Alexa, Alexa Miére. I'm sorta on the run from these Optivus people. I think they might want to..." She took a deep breath, clearly not wanting to continue.
She was sympathetic instantly which upset her. "Miére you said?" She asked curiously. "Alexa. You should probably get away from the door and widows, or at least do something that would make you less familiar to them considering it sounds like they already know what it is you look like." Chlöe latched the doggy door and pulled the shades closed in the hall and living room. "So you figured someone who looks like you is a safe place to go? How do you know I am not a plant? Here to catch you?" She asked coldly it was a hard truth and a real possibility.
"The line. You mean the Miére line. What then? You're just going to run from them your whole life? That is going to get old pretty quick. What did you say? You've been running for two years now. How close have they come to getting a hold of you?"
She smiled. "They must be all kinds of stupid then. I mean, you are what? 16 or something. How could you be outsmarting a group of killers, peddlers, and spies. Or at least that is what I think of them."
"I don't doubt that. Not for a second. Well. You didn't ask or imply or anything or the sort but I should tell you, you can't stay here. That would only put my roommates and myself in danger but I think I know someone who can help."