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Kamaria Aten
Kamaria was very glad that she could no longer get headaches. Because with the current situation that she found herself in, she’d probably overdose on aspirin or ibuprofen. She stood outside of the conference room with the other members of the council. They had all met up previously to discuss just what they’d tell the community about the little vanishing acts that had been happening lately. They figured that it was a good time to introduce their new sheriff as well, he happened to be a member as well but he had left some time ago. Kamaria ran a hand over her pantsuit to smoothen out nonexistent wrinkles, finally it was time.
The room went silent as she sauntered in with the rest of the council members. Kamaria had an unimpressed look on her face already and the meeting had yet to begin. She sat in the middle, her position was higher than the rest. On each of her sides there were two members, all of them as stern looking as herself. Kamaria picked up the gavel and struck it one time. “Everyone, I’d like to thank you for attending today’s meeting. Today we’re going to be addressing a number of things as well as listening to any comments, questions, or concerns.”
Kamaria crossed one leg over the other as she spoke into the microphone. “Now lately I’m sure that you all have become aware of the disappearances that are happening within our town. I assure you that we have evening under control. The cause of our problem is a rogue werewolf, it is as simple as that. Rest assured that this problem will be dealt with accordingly.” She smiled charming. Of course that was far from the truth but Kamaria’s main focus right now was keeping everyone calm. She didn’t want to risk anyone becoming hysterical or trying to snoop and solve things on their own.
Kamaria paused for a moment before she spoke again. “But onto some good news. As many of you probably know, there is a new sheriff in town. He happens to be a member of this council as well. Let us welcome back Mr. Lucifer Cassia. It has been sometime but I know that he will take this role of his seriously and with efficiency.” Kamaria gestured to Lucifer. Before long all eyes were on him. People clapped politely for the new sheriff. Kamaria waited until the applause died down. “Now is there anything that you all would like to address before this meeting comes to a close?”
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
XANDER TORESSI
I'M IN OVER MY . . .
I'M IN OVER MY HEAD . . .
I WISH THE LIGHTS WOULD TURN OFF
WITH THE LIGHTS AND MY TV SCREEN . . .
SOLOMON NOX
OH, MY LOVE, I KNOW . . .
I AM A COLD COLD MAN . . .
QUITE SLOW TO PAY YOU COMPLIMENTS . . .
OR DISPLAYED PUBLIC AFFECTIONS . . .
Xander
There was never quite a dull moment when you were Xander. But he’d managed to find one, so he was taking full advantage of it. He’d only been in some small Missouri town for a few days. Lately, the amount of times he ended up in a place he didn’t recognize was getting more and more unpredictable and frequent. At the moment, Xander was eating a muffin and reading the town’s local newspaper.
Well, he was looking like he was reading the newspaper. He couldn’t actually read like he used to be able to. Not when his head was always picking up the quiet constant chatter of voices that didn’t belong to him. They were always completely incomprehensible. He couldn’t tell one word from another when the voices were all competing with one another — like a whispering crowd in an auditorium. Even in close quarters, Xander heard voices. But they were so quiet he couldn’t make out the words.
All in all, it was just... distracting.
It often caused him to completely zone out of conversations or his current task. And he’d end up staring at a picture on a newspaper or reading the same line over and over again until he realized he wasn’t actually reading anything. Xander sighed and took a drink of his coffee. That’s when he felt it. He always felt this churning in his gut when he was about to jump, like his insides were being squeezed through a tube of toothpaste. And then there was the tight feeling in his skull which turned into pounding whopping.
“No no no no,” Xander tried, okay?
He tried to put the cup of coffee down, but before he could even pronounce his fifth ‘no’, there was an intense feeling of compression. It squeezed his body. Made his bones creak and moan. If you can imagine what being trapped under twenty pounds of dirt would feel like, that was the experience moving through space in a single split second felt like. The longer the distance, the more painful and disorienting it was. And then it was over.
The man was on his ass in a completely unfamiliar to him location. His hand was burning. That was new. He looked at it, grip tightened around the cup until the lid had popped off and the coffee had sloshed over onto his newly reddening wrist. “Huh..” There was a newspaper in his other hand, gripped just as tightly. It always took a good minute or two for him to get his shit together. But he didn’t have a minute, because when his mind caught up to his body, he finally registered the young woman in the bedroom with her back to him.
“Ah...” That’s about all he could manage as far as words went, “This is going to be awkward.”
There was never quite a dull moment when you were Xander. But he’d managed to find one, so he was taking full advantage of it. He’d only been in some small Missouri town for a few days. Lately, the amount of times he ended up in a place he didn’t recognize was getting more and more unpredictable and frequent. At the moment, Xander was eating a muffin and reading the town’s local newspaper.
Well, he was looking like he was reading the newspaper. He couldn’t actually read like he used to be able to. Not when his head was always picking up the quiet constant chatter of voices that didn’t belong to him. They were always completely incomprehensible. He couldn’t tell one word from another when the voices were all competing with one another — like a whispering crowd in an auditorium. Even in close quarters, Xander heard voices. But they were so quiet he couldn’t make out the words.
All in all, it was just... distracting.
It often caused him to completely zone out of conversations or his current task. And he’d end up staring at a picture on a newspaper or reading the same line over and over again until he realized he wasn’t actually reading anything. Xander sighed and took a drink of his coffee. That’s when he felt it. He always felt this churning in his gut when he was about to jump, like his insides were being squeezed through a tube of toothpaste. And then there was the tight feeling in his skull which turned into pounding whopping.
“No no no no,” Xander tried, okay?
He tried to put the cup of coffee down, but before he could even pronounce his fifth ‘no’, there was an intense feeling of compression. It squeezed his body. Made his bones creak and moan. If you can imagine what being trapped under twenty pounds of dirt would feel like, that was the experience moving through space in a single split second felt like. The longer the distance, the more painful and disorienting it was. And then it was over.
The man was on his ass in a completely unfamiliar to him location. His hand was burning. That was new. He looked at it, grip tightened around the cup until the lid had popped off and the coffee had sloshed over onto his newly reddening wrist. “Huh..” There was a newspaper in his other hand, gripped just as tightly. It always took a good minute or two for him to get his shit together. But he didn’t have a minute, because when his mind caught up to his body, he finally registered the young woman in the bedroom with her back to him.
“Ah...” That’s about all he could manage as far as words went, “This is going to be awkward.”
Sol
Admittedly, it was a slow day. Perhaps something interesting was happening somewhere else, but Solomon was not there to witness any of those interesting things. He was currently leaning against the bar, casually pushing a cloth around in a cup over and over as he listened to a vampire talk about something her fiance had said to her over dinner the night before. He nodded up and down, clicking his tongue in sympathy when he felt it appropriate to do so.
Every now and again, his gaze would shift upwards to her eyes as he had a habit of doing. If he were a good guy, he would suggest that she make up with that boyfriend or fiance in a civil manner. But, the numbers never lie so he didn't even bother. It wouldn't change anything. When a person's time was up, it was up. He could cut somebody's time short, but he couldn't lengthen it. The natural order had a way of sorting itself out. No no, she would die when her time was up and if no reaper came to move her soul, it would simply linger.
Solomon always knew when another Reaper was nearby. They weren't visible to other creatures or humans without magic since a reaper's soul was more dead than alive. It was only through magic that Solomon was so... opaque. His eyes gleamed black and sharp, swishing a bottle of whiskey through his hands to top the vampire's glass with a mixture of goat's blood for a quick 'pick-me-up'. Vampires were disgusting. But she seemed to like it and that's all he cared about. Growing tired of their conversation, Sol winked a little farewell and pretended to busy himself behind the counter.
Admittedly, it was a slow day. Perhaps something interesting was happening somewhere else, but Solomon was not there to witness any of those interesting things. He was currently leaning against the bar, casually pushing a cloth around in a cup over and over as he listened to a vampire talk about something her fiance had said to her over dinner the night before. He nodded up and down, clicking his tongue in sympathy when he felt it appropriate to do so.
Every now and again, his gaze would shift upwards to her eyes as he had a habit of doing. If he were a good guy, he would suggest that she make up with that boyfriend or fiance in a civil manner. But, the numbers never lie so he didn't even bother. It wouldn't change anything. When a person's time was up, it was up. He could cut somebody's time short, but he couldn't lengthen it. The natural order had a way of sorting itself out. No no, she would die when her time was up and if no reaper came to move her soul, it would simply linger.
Solomon always knew when another Reaper was nearby. They weren't visible to other creatures or humans without magic since a reaper's soul was more dead than alive. It was only through magic that Solomon was so... opaque. His eyes gleamed black and sharp, swishing a bottle of whiskey through his hands to top the vampire's glass with a mixture of goat's blood for a quick 'pick-me-up'. Vampires were disgusting. But she seemed to like it and that's all he cared about. Growing tired of their conversation, Sol winked a little farewell and pretended to busy himself behind the counter.
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𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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Small town life was exceedingly overrated. That was the first thing that Serena could even muster about the town she was stuck in. She had done her fair share of traveling, but as much as she tried to delve into Small Town U.S.A, she'd never be able to develop the passion for it that novels preached about. It was nothing against the town itself, of course, just the simple fact that it didn't give her the sense of purpose and belonging that she got when she was in D.C. The latter had a city that was vibrant, people chattering on their cells, constantly moving, constantly alive. The same couldn't be said about Ducchanes. Serena had gone out for a run in the early morning, avoiding the "main" streets (if it could even be called that--lord, did anything happen in this damn town?!) and opting to run along the outskirts instead. Her footfalls were the only thing constant about her run, Serena's sharp eyes could see the mismatched sidewalks with cracks dangerously close to resembling faults. Okay, now she was nitpicking at this point, but still.
Maybe it was just the fact that she refused to give the place a chance. That could be it. After all, it didn't feel like home to her. Her dwelling was a hotel room with the barest of necessities, and while Serena didn't quite complain about the spartan set up, the lack of personal materials was a barrier to her fully embracing the town. She had quickly taken a shower, dressed, and ducked away from the receptionist's watchful eye. The receptionist had been very warm to her when she had checked in two days ago, but it was almost as if she saw through Serena's facade, that she didn't belong here. She missed her usual dress pants and blazer--in DC, no one would even look at her twice. But there was a different standard here. So she swapped out her professional attire for a smart casual look, opting for dark jeans and a white blouse.
There was only one place in Ducchanes that she truly enjoyed. It was tucked away, a small gem amongst the other traditional aspects of the town, a small coffeeshop where she could work in peace. The lush greens in potted terracotta was a charming touch, and to her, it appeared as though the coffeeshop invited the environmental ambiance throughout their internal architecture. She had found this spot on her first day out, seeking a much needed pick-me-up. But it had been ten in the morning, and she had felt as though it was a bit too early for a vodka martini. So she had opted for one of her other dangerous vices instead, avoiding the bar and heading to the coffeeshop.
She secured the same table that she had been sitting at for the past two days, the one in the far corner, where she could see out the window. Her manilla folder soon made a home on the top of the table, right next to the charming cactus centerpiece. Paperwork was such a sham. No one ever told her that law would have so much paper. She was going to have to have a word with whoever decided that all the paperwork was going to go to her. She patted her pockets in a panic, hoping that she wouldn't have to go all the way back to the hotel room to get a simple utensil, but sighed in relief as she realized that she had stuck the black pen in between the manila folders.
She made her way up to the counter, fishing the crisp bills out of one of the pockets of her too-tight jeans. Each time her order was the same, and today would be no different. She didn't even spare a glance at the menu as she walked up, waiting for the familiar barista to pop up. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: the coffeehouse | mentions: mariposa, slightly
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Maybe it was just the fact that she refused to give the place a chance. That could be it. After all, it didn't feel like home to her. Her dwelling was a hotel room with the barest of necessities, and while Serena didn't quite complain about the spartan set up, the lack of personal materials was a barrier to her fully embracing the town. She had quickly taken a shower, dressed, and ducked away from the receptionist's watchful eye. The receptionist had been very warm to her when she had checked in two days ago, but it was almost as if she saw through Serena's facade, that she didn't belong here. She missed her usual dress pants and blazer--in DC, no one would even look at her twice. But there was a different standard here. So she swapped out her professional attire for a smart casual look, opting for dark jeans and a white blouse.
There was only one place in Ducchanes that she truly enjoyed. It was tucked away, a small gem amongst the other traditional aspects of the town, a small coffeeshop where she could work in peace. The lush greens in potted terracotta was a charming touch, and to her, it appeared as though the coffeeshop invited the environmental ambiance throughout their internal architecture. She had found this spot on her first day out, seeking a much needed pick-me-up. But it had been ten in the morning, and she had felt as though it was a bit too early for a vodka martini. So she had opted for one of her other dangerous vices instead, avoiding the bar and heading to the coffeeshop.
She secured the same table that she had been sitting at for the past two days, the one in the far corner, where she could see out the window. Her manilla folder soon made a home on the top of the table, right next to the charming cactus centerpiece. Paperwork was such a sham. No one ever told her that law would have so much paper. She was going to have to have a word with whoever decided that all the paperwork was going to go to her. She patted her pockets in a panic, hoping that she wouldn't have to go all the way back to the hotel room to get a simple utensil, but sighed in relief as she realized that she had stuck the black pen in between the manila folders.
She made her way up to the counter, fishing the crisp bills out of one of the pockets of her too-tight jeans. Each time her order was the same, and today would be no different. She didn't even spare a glance at the menu as she walked up, waiting for the familiar barista to pop up. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: the coffeehouse | mentions: mariposa, slightly
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Meme Machine
*always screaming* DES PA CITO
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Xarzith
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[div class=imghover2]Armani
Rojas
Rojas
Él es así . . .
. . .nadie lo va a cambiar
Mani woke up feeling anxious, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He was clearly used to the feeling given his upbringing as well as his brief celebrity lifestyle. But now? Now, it made no sense to him. He settled somewhere quiet, away from the cameras and mildly possessive fans; somewhere even his family couldn't get to him. The people were nice here in Ducchanes, and while some knew who he was, they didn't bother him much like in other places and let him exist in peace. On top of that, there were other Lycans around, so he didn't necessarily feel alone and hunted. And yet, he still had this nagging feeling of anxiety every time woke up. He knew talking to someone would probably help, but he preferred to keep some things private. That was just who he was, and it wasn't like it necessarily affected his work.
For now, he wanted to just lay in bed and wait until he was in a more stable state and didn't even bother to sit up. The most he did was grab his phone off of the night table and roll over onto his back as he scrolled through messages and social media posts. Most of it was the usual "why did you go off the grid??" line of questioning while others were along the lines of "will you be bartending at this celeb's party" or "will you make a signature drink for my new bar". He didn't mind that people asked and actually found responding to certain ones eased his mind a bit. It wasn't the best coping method, but it was better than drinking, in his opinion. By the time he finished most of his replies, an hour had passed and he was late for work. He contemplated skipping for the day, like every day, but it wouldn't make sense given he lived only a few minutes away. It wasn't like he hated working there, he actually enjoyed the Equinox. It was just a matter of getting over his brief bouts of anxiety.
Reluctantly, he eventually did get out of bed and into the shower. He made sure to keep his shower short since he was already extremely late, and got dressed just as quickly. His go-to was a black, casual 3/4 sleeve button-down shirt, which he didn't completely button up, and black pants. As for his hair, he didn't bother to do much with it. He only gave it a light brushing so it didn't seem as messy as it was when he woke up. Before he walked, he grabbed his phone and stood at the door to his apartment, building up the courage to leave.
Mani opened his apartment door to an empty hallway, for which he was grateful, and took the back stairs to a service exit. It wasn't necessary, but it was a force of habit, and his landlord didn't seem to mind. Then again, he paid well, so he had certain freedoms others didn't. The service exit was also helpful since it led to a back street that he used to get to the back entrance of the bar he worked in. The walk was still the same amount of time either way, but at least he could sneak in through the back of the bar as well. Of course, being this late, there was no way that would work out well for him.
And as expected, it didn't.
When he made it inside, he noticed his boss, Sol, already inside and working. "Lo siento." He muttered his apologies and took a quick look around. The bar was empty, other than the vampire girl and a few other patrons here and there. "Things seem slow. How long before it gets out I'm finally here?" he spoke in a joking manner. A part of him felt this slip up probably wouldn't be so easily dismissed, but he brushed over the matter lightly anyway.
For now, he wanted to just lay in bed and wait until he was in a more stable state and didn't even bother to sit up. The most he did was grab his phone off of the night table and roll over onto his back as he scrolled through messages and social media posts. Most of it was the usual "why did you go off the grid??" line of questioning while others were along the lines of "will you be bartending at this celeb's party" or "will you make a signature drink for my new bar". He didn't mind that people asked and actually found responding to certain ones eased his mind a bit. It wasn't the best coping method, but it was better than drinking, in his opinion. By the time he finished most of his replies, an hour had passed and he was late for work. He contemplated skipping for the day, like every day, but it wouldn't make sense given he lived only a few minutes away. It wasn't like he hated working there, he actually enjoyed the Equinox. It was just a matter of getting over his brief bouts of anxiety.
Reluctantly, he eventually did get out of bed and into the shower. He made sure to keep his shower short since he was already extremely late, and got dressed just as quickly. His go-to was a black, casual 3/4 sleeve button-down shirt, which he didn't completely button up, and black pants. As for his hair, he didn't bother to do much with it. He only gave it a light brushing so it didn't seem as messy as it was when he woke up. Before he walked, he grabbed his phone and stood at the door to his apartment, building up the courage to leave.
Mani opened his apartment door to an empty hallway, for which he was grateful, and took the back stairs to a service exit. It wasn't necessary, but it was a force of habit, and his landlord didn't seem to mind. Then again, he paid well, so he had certain freedoms others didn't. The service exit was also helpful since it led to a back street that he used to get to the back entrance of the bar he worked in. The walk was still the same amount of time either way, but at least he could sneak in through the back of the bar as well. Of course, being this late, there was no way that would work out well for him.
And as expected, it didn't.
When he made it inside, he noticed his boss, Sol, already inside and working. "Lo siento." He muttered his apologies and took a quick look around. The bar was empty, other than the vampire girl and a few other patrons here and there. "Things seem slow. How long before it gets out I'm finally here?" he spoke in a joking manner. A part of him felt this slip up probably wouldn't be so easily dismissed, but he brushed over the matter lightly anyway.
copacetic
un cœur tranquille
Julien Olivier
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"les nouveaux arrivants"
location: her apartment
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
XANDER TORESSI
I'M IN OVER MY . . .
I'M IN OVER MY HEAD . . .
I WISH THE LIGHTS WOULD TURN OFF
WITH THE LIGHTS AND MY TV SCREEN . . .
SOLOMON NOX
OH, MY LOVE, I KNOW . . .
I AM A COLD COLD MAN . . .
QUITE SLOW TO PAY YOU COMPLIMENTS . . .
OR DISPLAYED PUBLIC AFFECTIONS . . .
Xander
Xander couldn’t help but grimace a little when the poor girl turned around and saw him. Among all the places Xander popped up in, residences weren’t actually the the worst. But they were among the most uncomfortable places he found himself invading. Come on, it was so incredibly disconcerting to have a man who looked to be in his twenties pop into your living room or climb out of your pool during your twelve year old’s birthday party. That had been... absolutely horrifying for everybody involved.
It was rare that Xander found himself appearing in front of any witches or beings. It was almost always humans and they would almost always try to throw him in a jail. He was still feeling sick to his stomach, but that had to be pushed aside so he could properly handle this situation. With a grunt and mamaximum effort, he pushed himself to his feet, holding his half empty coffee cup away from his pants. Little beads of the drink were still dropping onto her bedroom floor.
“Sorry,” he muttered so quietly, looking up to get a better look at the woman in the room with him. He tilted his head. Huh. She did not seem nearly as freaked out as people usually did. She must be supernatural, then. No way humans would just up and... “Wait, where are we going? Now hold on a second.” In a fit of immediate distress, he followed after her. Not missing a beat, he placed the coffee cup on a counter and started using the newspaper to soak up some of the coffee on his crotch. Charming, Alexander. Charming, charming, charming.
So, this girl was still going to go to work! How terribly awful. As he passed the garbage, he threw away the newspaper and hopped up to her side, “Where am I? Like, obviously, I’m in your apartment. Lovely little place, by the way. But, er, what state...... or country.. is this?”
He always dreaded to ask what country he was in. It was shocking enough to learn that he was technically breaking laws by being in America. It’s not like he’d done any paperwork or tests. Whatever people did to live here. He lived in Canada, thank you very much. Or, he used to. He’d like to be back there but could only imagine what would happen at the border. He was afraid that one day he’d pop over to Europe, and then he’d truly be Fucked with a capital F.
Ah, he should probably introduce himself. Xander had this practically memorized. “I’m Xander, Alex- Er, Alexander that is. I live in Canada, but I’ve been unfortunately popping all over the United States lately. I’m a witch, you see? But not a good one or practicing one. I can’t control this is what I’m trying to say,” he gestured towards all of him, “Sorry. I’m sorry. What did you say your name was agin?” Okay, so it sounded practiced in his head. But the way Xander talked, it was always fragmented these days. Distracted and all over the place. Even here he was hearing this girl’s thoughts in a loud indistinguishable whisper. They felt frantic. That would make sense given the situation. Trying to sort his own thoughts from that was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It was like trying to hold a conversation with earphones in both ears at full volume. Considering that, he could be worse.
Xander couldn’t help but grimace a little when the poor girl turned around and saw him. Among all the places Xander popped up in, residences weren’t actually the the worst. But they were among the most uncomfortable places he found himself invading. Come on, it was so incredibly disconcerting to have a man who looked to be in his twenties pop into your living room or climb out of your pool during your twelve year old’s birthday party. That had been... absolutely horrifying for everybody involved.
It was rare that Xander found himself appearing in front of any witches or beings. It was almost always humans and they would almost always try to throw him in a jail. He was still feeling sick to his stomach, but that had to be pushed aside so he could properly handle this situation. With a grunt and mamaximum effort, he pushed himself to his feet, holding his half empty coffee cup away from his pants. Little beads of the drink were still dropping onto her bedroom floor.
“Sorry,” he muttered so quietly, looking up to get a better look at the woman in the room with him. He tilted his head. Huh. She did not seem nearly as freaked out as people usually did. She must be supernatural, then. No way humans would just up and... “Wait, where are we going? Now hold on a second.” In a fit of immediate distress, he followed after her. Not missing a beat, he placed the coffee cup on a counter and started using the newspaper to soak up some of the coffee on his crotch. Charming, Alexander. Charming, charming, charming.
So, this girl was still going to go to work! How terribly awful. As he passed the garbage, he threw away the newspaper and hopped up to her side, “Where am I? Like, obviously, I’m in your apartment. Lovely little place, by the way. But, er, what state...... or country.. is this?”
He always dreaded to ask what country he was in. It was shocking enough to learn that he was technically breaking laws by being in America. It’s not like he’d done any paperwork or tests. Whatever people did to live here. He lived in Canada, thank you very much. Or, he used to. He’d like to be back there but could only imagine what would happen at the border. He was afraid that one day he’d pop over to Europe, and then he’d truly be Fucked with a capital F.
Ah, he should probably introduce himself. Xander had this practically memorized. “I’m Xander, Alex- Er, Alexander that is. I live in Canada, but I’ve been unfortunately popping all over the United States lately. I’m a witch, you see? But not a good one or practicing one. I can’t control this is what I’m trying to say,” he gestured towards all of him, “Sorry. I’m sorry. What did you say your name was agin?” Okay, so it sounded practiced in his head. But the way Xander talked, it was always fragmented these days. Distracted and all over the place. Even here he was hearing this girl’s thoughts in a loud indistinguishable whisper. They felt frantic. That would make sense given the situation. Trying to sort his own thoughts from that was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. It was like trying to hold a conversation with earphones in both ears at full volume. Considering that, he could be worse.
Sol
Solomon had been driven to that point in his shift when he regretted putting himself on a shift. Honestly, the only reason he was working the bar was so that he could intercept his lovely little employee when he took over. Solomon had enough bartenders to man this shit completely. He’d never have to mix another disgusting cocktail of blood and liquor in his life if he didn’t want to. But Sol actually liked this little chapter in his life, so far.
It was by far the most relaxing chapter. He didn’t have to worry about making real friends or maintaining relationships like he did when he traveled the world in a band. Sol still chuckled to himself when he thought of those days. He was too tired to go parading in tour buses and sleeping with roadies. Every time he found something new to occupy his attention, Solomon was almost fanatical about it. And that’s how running a hotel and bar became his latest passion. His new pet project.
That’s why the only people working his bar and staff were the best of the best. And that’s why Solomon liked to work the bar himself. He enjoyed talking to people who appreciated his little corner of the world. So much of his life had been spent a shadow. Unseen. Unknown. Here, he was known by so so many people. It was bittersweet, always. He knew he had no real chance to get to know them. He had never met a reaper who had died or could die. And as far as he knew, he never would die. But they did. They all did, eventually. Vampires, witches, demons, and more died less, though. And speaking of little ghoulies, Solomon looked up from admiring his nails to see his favorite employee shuffle in.
“Good of you to finally show up, Rojas,” Solomon hummed lazily, pushing himself off the counter he’d been leaning against. With a look around the bar, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s why I hired you. Why don’t you do a little dance to really encourage a larger customer base? I’d think about raising your salary.”
It was naturally slow this time of the day. The bar also served as a resturaunt for guests to come and eat a breakfast or grab a cup of coffee. The dining room in the next room over would be busier than the bar. But he still like to keep it opened for the early drinkers like Ms. Dracula over there. Give it an hour and all the day drinkers would be in here to fight over Mani’s attention.
Sol liked to watch Mani work. He wouldn't even be ashamed to admit that. The man brought an elegance and class to this bar that had been missing before Solomon plucked him off the streets (as he viewed it). He looked the man up and down for a second, wondering if he really wanted to be nosy. “You’re not usually late. You’ve not run into any trouble, have you?”
Solomon had been driven to that point in his shift when he regretted putting himself on a shift. Honestly, the only reason he was working the bar was so that he could intercept his lovely little employee when he took over. Solomon had enough bartenders to man this shit completely. He’d never have to mix another disgusting cocktail of blood and liquor in his life if he didn’t want to. But Sol actually liked this little chapter in his life, so far.
It was by far the most relaxing chapter. He didn’t have to worry about making real friends or maintaining relationships like he did when he traveled the world in a band. Sol still chuckled to himself when he thought of those days. He was too tired to go parading in tour buses and sleeping with roadies. Every time he found something new to occupy his attention, Solomon was almost fanatical about it. And that’s how running a hotel and bar became his latest passion. His new pet project.
That’s why the only people working his bar and staff were the best of the best. And that’s why Solomon liked to work the bar himself. He enjoyed talking to people who appreciated his little corner of the world. So much of his life had been spent a shadow. Unseen. Unknown. Here, he was known by so so many people. It was bittersweet, always. He knew he had no real chance to get to know them. He had never met a reaper who had died or could die. And as far as he knew, he never would die. But they did. They all did, eventually. Vampires, witches, demons, and more died less, though. And speaking of little ghoulies, Solomon looked up from admiring his nails to see his favorite employee shuffle in.
“Good of you to finally show up, Rojas,” Solomon hummed lazily, pushing himself off the counter he’d been leaning against. With a look around the bar, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s why I hired you. Why don’t you do a little dance to really encourage a larger customer base? I’d think about raising your salary.”
It was naturally slow this time of the day. The bar also served as a resturaunt for guests to come and eat a breakfast or grab a cup of coffee. The dining room in the next room over would be busier than the bar. But he still like to keep it opened for the early drinkers like Ms. Dracula over there. Give it an hour and all the day drinkers would be in here to fight over Mani’s attention.
Sol liked to watch Mani work. He wouldn't even be ashamed to admit that. The man brought an elegance and class to this bar that had been missing before Solomon plucked him off the streets (as he viewed it). He looked the man up and down for a second, wondering if he really wanted to be nosy. “You’re not usually late. You’ve not run into any trouble, have you?”
thirteen
𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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Serena grimaced when she heard the cry of pain from inside the coffeeshop, but decided not to comment on it. When the girl finally appeared to take her order, she raised one elegant eyebrow in silent question if she was okay, but didn't press the matter. Certain people didn't like to acknowledge that they were hurt, and Serena was most definitely not going to lose the only place of solitude because of a stupid sentiment of concern. "I'll take the strongest coffee you have." She relayed her order, the exact same phrasing that she had repeated for the past two days. In the city, the highly competitive D.C folk took it as a challenge, and they never failed to disappoint her. It pleased her that the same thing could be asked for and delivered in a small town as this one as well. The fae set down the bill, and even though she knew she had overpaid by a gross amount, she didn't quite mind. "Keep the change." She said, that phrase being the same from her previous visits as well.
"I'll be in my spot." she told the barista (Serena had a slight inkling that the woman was also the owner of the coffeeshop) before retreating to her quiet spot. Of course, she felt bad about not paying attention to what the coffeeshop had to offer (but it wasn't like she was missing any delicacies--Serena had travelled long and far and had tried too many to count) but she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't about to compromise on it for the comfort factor of others. If there was a problem with her order, she was more than happy to make her way to the bar and indulge herself in the breakfast, or even an early morning drink. But that was doubtful. The past two days had been wonderful, and there was no need to make the third consecutive day any different.
Serena sank down into the wicker chair. She usually made fun of such furniture, but this one was quite comfortable and almost swallowed her petite frame whole. Her paperwork finally being relieved of its manilla constraints, the sheets of paper finally made a home spread out across the tabe surface. Her pen crisply sliced her signature, staining the virgin paper with its sharp, black ink. Her head ducked, and she could practically feel the neck ache that was soon to result from her odd contortion, but she was too preoccupied to pay her body positioning any mind. Her hands and eyes flew in tandem, her eyes scanning the endless reports of cases, of losses and wins, of criminals and civilians.
Her concentration and focus extended past her awareness, resulting in the harried spots of black ink smudged against her fingertips and the expanse of skin decorating the inside of her wrist. It was a curse: anytime the fae picked up a pen to write with, she would not be able to complete her work without getting the material on her skin in some way, shape or form. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: magic bean | mentions: mariposa
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"I'll be in my spot." she told the barista (Serena had a slight inkling that the woman was also the owner of the coffeeshop) before retreating to her quiet spot. Of course, she felt bad about not paying attention to what the coffeeshop had to offer (but it wasn't like she was missing any delicacies--Serena had travelled long and far and had tried too many to count) but she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't about to compromise on it for the comfort factor of others. If there was a problem with her order, she was more than happy to make her way to the bar and indulge herself in the breakfast, or even an early morning drink. But that was doubtful. The past two days had been wonderful, and there was no need to make the third consecutive day any different.
Serena sank down into the wicker chair. She usually made fun of such furniture, but this one was quite comfortable and almost swallowed her petite frame whole. Her paperwork finally being relieved of its manilla constraints, the sheets of paper finally made a home spread out across the tabe surface. Her pen crisply sliced her signature, staining the virgin paper with its sharp, black ink. Her head ducked, and she could practically feel the neck ache that was soon to result from her odd contortion, but she was too preoccupied to pay her body positioning any mind. Her hands and eyes flew in tandem, her eyes scanning the endless reports of cases, of losses and wins, of criminals and civilians.
Her concentration and focus extended past her awareness, resulting in the harried spots of black ink smudged against her fingertips and the expanse of skin decorating the inside of her wrist. It was a curse: anytime the fae picked up a pen to write with, she would not be able to complete her work without getting the material on her skin in some way, shape or form. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: magic bean | mentions: mariposa
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[div class=imghover2]Armani
Rojas
Rojas
Él es así . . .
. . .nadie lo va a cambiar
The Equinox became almost like a second home to Mani within Ducchanes (when it was a bit more lively anyway) and Sol had been better to him than most employers. If anything, working there influenced his decision to stay permanently as opposed to his original plan to stay temporarily until he felt it was safe to travel again. When he was first offered the job, he was a bit off-put by it considering he was pretty new and he was skeptical on accepting. But it allowed him to meet others like him as well as other supernatural beings he had never encountered before, and he actually felt comfortable. Then there was Sol who made things more bearable. It was fun and he was allowed to goof off most nights. 'Most nights' meaning almost every night. He's had some decent bosses in his career, but each had that one thing that bothered him, and it usually had to do with requesting nights off or times like this when he was late.
He knew his boss was easygoing, but it was the first time he had been late and the reaction he got wasn't something he expected though, he probably should have at this point. But he grinned nonetheless and took the dance remark into consideration while he prepared some of the bottles for the crowd he knew would be arriving soon. "You're the boss." He shrugged and did a small salsa behind the counter with bottles in his hands. "Not much of an audience, but we'll see." There were some glances from those who were there, but not necessarily complete interest. By now, they were used to his shenanigans, but they still enjoyed it.
As he served a few patrons who did step up and lined up some glasses, he was a bit thrown off by Sol's sudden question. "Me? Trouble?" He gave a look of shock and gasped, playing the offended role for a moment. "I'm just a poor little puppy dog who needs constant attention from his fans." He whined only to end up laughing afterwards. "No, no trouble. Long night, overslept. Nothing serious." He kept a straight face through his lie and pretended to concentrate on his work even though it was well known that he could practically mix a drink in his sleep.
He knew his boss was easygoing, but it was the first time he had been late and the reaction he got wasn't something he expected though, he probably should have at this point. But he grinned nonetheless and took the dance remark into consideration while he prepared some of the bottles for the crowd he knew would be arriving soon. "You're the boss." He shrugged and did a small salsa behind the counter with bottles in his hands. "Not much of an audience, but we'll see." There were some glances from those who were there, but not necessarily complete interest. By now, they were used to his shenanigans, but they still enjoyed it.
As he served a few patrons who did step up and lined up some glasses, he was a bit thrown off by Sol's sudden question. "Me? Trouble?" He gave a look of shock and gasped, playing the offended role for a moment. "I'm just a poor little puppy dog who needs constant attention from his fans." He whined only to end up laughing afterwards. "No, no trouble. Long night, overslept. Nothing serious." He kept a straight face through his lie and pretended to concentrate on his work even though it was well known that he could practically mix a drink in his sleep.
Meme Machine
*always screaming* DES PA CITO
dimensional
thor's favorite
"you're coming undone...
...walk away from the sun."
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
SOLOMON NOX
OH, MY LOVE, I KNOW . . .
I AM A COLD COLD MAN . . .
QUITE SLOW TO PAY YOU COMPLIMENTS . . .
OR DISPLAYED PUBLIC AFFECTIONS . . .
Solomon
Sol ended up chuckling in genuine amusement at Mani’s dancing. He even whistled a little and fanned himself as he pretended to swoon. It was too bad Mani didn’t have a bigger crowd to appreciate him at the moment. He’d surely get a bigger tip if there were more people here. But on the bright side, when it was slow like this, it was almost like Mani was doing a little dance just for him. He’d admit that he didn’t hate that idea. Besides, the little number he saw in Mani’s eyes was a safe number. Safe enough for fling, that is. Solomon couldn’t remember the last time he’d had something serious with somebody (that was a lie, he could never forget).
Solomon lifted an unconvinced brow as Mani waved off his heartwarming concern. If anybody really knew him, they’d know that he didn’t have too much room in his heart to truly care about people’s personal problems. He just liked to know. He was nosy. Still, he cared for Mani in a way a boss should care for a good employee. It would do no good if his best man was dragging his feet over something Sol might easily be able to fix. “And would this poor puppy dog also turn down the constant attention from his master?” He smirked, “Because I’ll be watching. Can’t have you dropping out on me, can I?”
He was already moving from his spot, squeezing Mani’s shoulder as he passed to see to the newbie. Solomon knew the people in this city like he knew the back of his hand. He made it a point to attend social gatherings and things like that. It also helped that Solomon just had that natural ability to know things about people. Solomon leaned against the bar, making a quick judgment of this man by his drink order. He shared a look with Mani, “As much as I’d love to mix together something that has nothing to do with blood and vodka for once, I couldn’t possibly make a better drink than Mani. He needs the tips far more than I do.” He whistled for Mani to come over as Solomon moved around the bar to take a seat next to the man.
He extended his hand, “Solomon Nox. I don’t believe I’ve met you before. But you have that ‘new sheriff in town’ vibe.” Solomon had heard the city would be getting a new-old sheriff. “Mani, an old fashioned for me, would you? Put his on the house, as well.” On the house, meaning out of Solomon’s pocket, but he liked to flex, okay?
Sol ended up chuckling in genuine amusement at Mani’s dancing. He even whistled a little and fanned himself as he pretended to swoon. It was too bad Mani didn’t have a bigger crowd to appreciate him at the moment. He’d surely get a bigger tip if there were more people here. But on the bright side, when it was slow like this, it was almost like Mani was doing a little dance just for him. He’d admit that he didn’t hate that idea. Besides, the little number he saw in Mani’s eyes was a safe number. Safe enough for fling, that is. Solomon couldn’t remember the last time he’d had something serious with somebody (that was a lie, he could never forget).
Solomon lifted an unconvinced brow as Mani waved off his heartwarming concern. If anybody really knew him, they’d know that he didn’t have too much room in his heart to truly care about people’s personal problems. He just liked to know. He was nosy. Still, he cared for Mani in a way a boss should care for a good employee. It would do no good if his best man was dragging his feet over something Sol might easily be able to fix. “And would this poor puppy dog also turn down the constant attention from his master?” He smirked, “Because I’ll be watching. Can’t have you dropping out on me, can I?”
He was already moving from his spot, squeezing Mani’s shoulder as he passed to see to the newbie. Solomon knew the people in this city like he knew the back of his hand. He made it a point to attend social gatherings and things like that. It also helped that Solomon just had that natural ability to know things about people. Solomon leaned against the bar, making a quick judgment of this man by his drink order. He shared a look with Mani, “As much as I’d love to mix together something that has nothing to do with blood and vodka for once, I couldn’t possibly make a better drink than Mani. He needs the tips far more than I do.” He whistled for Mani to come over as Solomon moved around the bar to take a seat next to the man.
He extended his hand, “Solomon Nox. I don’t believe I’ve met you before. But you have that ‘new sheriff in town’ vibe.” Solomon had heard the city would be getting a new-old sheriff. “Mani, an old fashioned for me, would you? Put his on the house, as well.” On the house, meaning out of Solomon’s pocket, but he liked to flex, okay?
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Rojas
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Mani couldn't help but to grin at Sol's remarks. "How could I refuse my favorite sort of attention?" He adored the attention he got from his boss since it was different than what he was used to. Something about it felt more genuine to him as opposed to the attention he received from the masses. "You'll be stuck with me a long time, cariño. I can promise you that. But I don't mind a watchful eye every now and then."
While working with some of the patrons who started to come in, he noticed the newcomer who managed to grab Sol's attention. Mani typically didn't judge a book by its cover, but when he overheard the man's choice of drink, it wasn't something he'd expected. He didn't give off the same energy as those he's served similar cocktails to in the past, but hey, he's seen even the most upscale types settle for cheap beers with poor reviews. And from the look he shared with Sol, it was no surprise he'd be mixing this one. Just like an obedient dog, he answered to Sol's whistle.
"You make me sound as if I'm desperate." Mani set out a highball glass and filled it with ice, shaking his head with a light chuckle. While making the drink, he was able to measure out each of the liquors as well as the cranberry juice by eye. What can you say? He was just that good. He gave the drink a light stir and garnished the glass with an orange wedge before passing it to the newcomer and starting on Sol's drink.
The Old Fashioned was one of many drinks that offered some flexibility, which Mani enjoyed despite never straying too far from the original. He added a sugar cube, one dash of orange bitters, and a dash of Angostura bitters and used a muddler to mash the cube and mix it with the bitters. He added an ice cube just big enough to fill the glass and bourbon, stirring the drink to dissolve the sugar while also chilling the drink. It took him a brief moment of going back and forth behind the counter, but when he finished, he squeezed a twist of an orange peel over the drink and added as a garnish.
As Mani pushed Sol's drink towards him, he gave that signature smile of his and a wink. "Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen. Like the boss says, on the house."
While working with some of the patrons who started to come in, he noticed the newcomer who managed to grab Sol's attention. Mani typically didn't judge a book by its cover, but when he overheard the man's choice of drink, it wasn't something he'd expected. He didn't give off the same energy as those he's served similar cocktails to in the past, but hey, he's seen even the most upscale types settle for cheap beers with poor reviews. And from the look he shared with Sol, it was no surprise he'd be mixing this one. Just like an obedient dog, he answered to Sol's whistle.
"You make me sound as if I'm desperate." Mani set out a highball glass and filled it with ice, shaking his head with a light chuckle. While making the drink, he was able to measure out each of the liquors as well as the cranberry juice by eye. What can you say? He was just that good. He gave the drink a light stir and garnished the glass with an orange wedge before passing it to the newcomer and starting on Sol's drink.
The Old Fashioned was one of many drinks that offered some flexibility, which Mani enjoyed despite never straying too far from the original. He added a sugar cube, one dash of orange bitters, and a dash of Angostura bitters and used a muddler to mash the cube and mix it with the bitters. He added an ice cube just big enough to fill the glass and bourbon, stirring the drink to dissolve the sugar while also chilling the drink. It took him a brief moment of going back and forth behind the counter, but when he finished, he squeezed a twist of an orange peel over the drink and added as a garnish.
As Mani pushed Sol's drink towards him, he gave that signature smile of his and a wink. "Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen. Like the boss says, on the house."
thirteen
𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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"What can I say? I like my consistency." Serena said with a quick shrug of her shoulders, a small smile curving on her lips. The coffee was...well, simply put, exquisite. She had demanded the same order so many times before, and only exotic locations where coffee was the prime staple managed to exceed her expectations. Sure, this coffee was nothing compared to what she had had in Italy, but it was a nice break from the overpriced trash that the others always ordered back in D.C. Her office sometimes had zero coffee taste. If Serena had to drink out of a cup that had a green lady stamped on the side of it one more time, she'd pour the coffee, scalding hot, down someone's shirt. Simple coffeeshops such as this one was rather nice. She wondered if she should change up her order by tomorrow, just to throw the other girl for a loop. Sure, it wouldn't be as nice as having the regular coffee that she desired, but at the same time, the look on the other's face would be worth it.
Serena's thoughts quickly deviated back to the work at hand. A case...dead children, missing psychopaths...the job made her wonder why she hadn't grown tired of humanity already. Humans had the tendency to be despicable creatures. She was there for so many wars, so much blood and destruction. Yet, they were also an odd bunch, capable of creating little ones with big smiles and unencumbered views of the future. Those were the ones she strove to protect, to help. Those were the ones who carried the fate of humankind in their palms and in their minds, and it was them that Serena had an unbearable fondness for.
She figured that most kids would have been deterred by her ice-queen like persona (she was not always like this, she used to be warm, fun, and friendly), but rather they simply took it for a quirk. Her stony facade and expression did not deter them in their mission to climb her like a jungle gym. She's had children play with her hair, suck on her sleeve, even wipe their nose on the collar of her shirt, but she's never quite minded. Children were children. They deserved the right to be like that, no matter how short it might be. Her thoughts were distracted by the barista's quiet musing above her. A bit startled, Serena tilted her head upwards to look at her.
"I'm a picky customer. The least I can do is to make sure that you are well compensated for your services." Serena said smoothly, lifting the cup to her lips. She knew she should have waited for a moment, but she took a sip of the scalding liquid, her eyes closing in contentment as the bitter liquid paradise coursed down her throat. "Excellent, as always." She hummed her appreciation, then moved a stack of paperwork that had been sitting on the opposite end of the table aside. She gestured to the seat across from her. "Would you like to sit? Unless you're busy, of course." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: magic bean | mentions: mariposa
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She figured that most kids would have been deterred by her ice-queen like persona (she was not always like this, she used to be warm, fun, and friendly), but rather they simply took it for a quirk. Her stony facade and expression did not deter them in their mission to climb her like a jungle gym. She's had children play with her hair, suck on her sleeve, even wipe their nose on the collar of her shirt, but she's never quite minded. Children were children. They deserved the right to be like that, no matter how short it might be. Her thoughts were distracted by the barista's quiet musing above her. A bit startled, Serena tilted her head upwards to look at her.
"I'm a picky customer. The least I can do is to make sure that you are well compensated for your services." Serena said smoothly, lifting the cup to her lips. She knew she should have waited for a moment, but she took a sip of the scalding liquid, her eyes closing in contentment as the bitter liquid paradise coursed down her throat. "Excellent, as always." She hummed her appreciation, then moved a stack of paperwork that had been sitting on the opposite end of the table aside. She gestured to the seat across from her. "Would you like to sit? Unless you're busy, of course." [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]location: magic bean | mentions: mariposa
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Meme Machine
*always screaming* DES PA CITO
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Kamaria Aten
Kamaria answered a few questions from the citizens before officially calling the meeting to a close. She, along with the other members left out the way that had come in. The vampiress ran a hand through her silk locs. The meeting had gone smoothly, something that she was grateful for. Now that it was all over and done with she was ready to head back to her home and enjoy a class of cool B+ blood. She was sure that Majesty missed her already. Before leaving out Kamaria had taken her to a local pet spa. Some people might consider it unnecessary to treat a pet this way, but Majesty wasn’t just a pet. The Maine Coon was Kamaria’s most cherished companion. As she felt to get into her car Kamaria saw a familiar face leaned against it. She raised a brow as she watched Leoric lean against her vehicle.
Leoric was another associate of Kamaria. An old vampire and long time companion, Kamaria didn’t understand why she put up with him the way she did. They had an odd relationship to say the least. At one point Leoric had slaughtered her entire court of elites eons ago and in return she had burned down one of his estates, with him and all of his servants inside. Yes they were an odd pair indeed. “Well well, look at who’s arrived. You didn’t come to the meeting.” She pursed her lips. Kamaria crosses her arms over her chest as she looked over him. “Well aren’t you going to greet me properly?” She raised a brow.
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"isn't it lovely...
...welcome home."
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copacetic
un cœur tranquille
Julien Olivier
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"les nouveaux arrivants"
location: the street>sheriff's dept
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location: the street>sheriff's dept
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Even within the earlier hours of the morning, the southern air in Duchannes always proved quite oppressive. The atmosphere never felt entirely fresh. At least, it never did for Roth Davenport. Too humid and too suffocating were two simplistic ways Roth would describe it. To keep herself from overheating, she opted for a professional, but simple, updo. Following this trend, she chose to wear a modest salmon-hued blouse, stylish tan trousers, and nude pumps.
Within minutes of stepping outside, pesky loose hairs clung to the curve of her neck. Roth's tsk of disapproval was barely audible against the humming of the cicadas. Internally, she pondered why she had chosen this town as her temporary home. Though, of course, being around for as long as she has, she must take caution to move - and to move often- so not to be caught. How ironic her distaste for humidity was given her origins.
Using her remote, Roth unlocked the door to her Mercedes and slid in, tossing her manila folder to the passenger seat. Though her car was luxurious, Roth opted for a more quaint, cottage-style home for her dwellings. In her 'earlier' years, she lived like a Goddess - literally. Nowadays, material items were trivial to her. Mortals beginning wars and killing over them made the archdemon laugh - and despise them even more. Even with unlimited funds, Roth chose to live as 'normal' as she could. Living amongst your enemies was the quickest way to gain knowledge about them. Attending academia, earning a degree, finding a 'small town' job was nothing for her. A month in a mortal's average lifespan, if that.
Taking a deep breath, Roth started up her car and began to drive towards The Solstice. Reading over potential clients and cases called for something stronger than a cup of coffee.
After parking her car, she grabbed the folder from her passenger seat and headed into the hotel, beelining it for The Equinox. Despite the humidity, Duchannes did have a saving grace. The supernatural community within the town was lively and, although she kept her true identity hidden, reveled amongst her people. Opening the doors to the bar, Roth welcomed the ambiance and, more importantly, the air conditioner.
The woman entered just in time to see the barkeep tease a few of his dancing skills. This elicited a faint tug at Roth's lips that soon disappeared before she sat three seats away from two gentleman - one of which came from behind the bar. Placing the folder on the counter, Roth opened it and began to rustle through some papers. She waited patiently until it was her turn, lifting her chin to give the man behind the bar a polite smile.
"Hi there," She started off, closing her folder. "Can I get a glass of Don Julio chilled, please?"
Having been in Mexico during its invention, Tequila holds a dear place in Roth's heart. She paused for a moment, watching the man behind the counter. "Your dancing skills are quite impressive," Her tone was teasing and light as she waited for her drink. "I would suggest becoming an instructor, but you might cause a few heart attacks."
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[div class=Heading][div class=header]Miss Roth Davenport[/div][/div]
Even within the earlier hours of the morning, the southern air in Duchannes always proved quite oppressive. The atmosphere never felt entirely fresh. At least, it never did for Roth Davenport. Too humid and too suffocating were two simplistic ways Roth would describe it. To keep herself from overheating, she opted for a professional, but simple, updo. Following this trend, she chose to wear a modest salmon-hued blouse, stylish tan trousers, and nude pumps.
Within minutes of stepping outside, pesky loose hairs clung to the curve of her neck. Roth's tsk of disapproval was barely audible against the humming of the cicadas. Internally, she pondered why she had chosen this town as her temporary home. Though, of course, being around for as long as she has, she must take caution to move - and to move often- so not to be caught. How ironic her distaste for humidity was given her origins.
Using her remote, Roth unlocked the door to her Mercedes and slid in, tossing her manila folder to the passenger seat. Though her car was luxurious, Roth opted for a more quaint, cottage-style home for her dwellings. In her 'earlier' years, she lived like a Goddess - literally. Nowadays, material items were trivial to her. Mortals beginning wars and killing over them made the archdemon laugh - and despise them even more. Even with unlimited funds, Roth chose to live as 'normal' as she could. Living amongst your enemies was the quickest way to gain knowledge about them. Attending academia, earning a degree, finding a 'small town' job was nothing for her. A month in a mortal's average lifespan, if that.
Taking a deep breath, Roth started up her car and began to drive towards The Solstice. Reading over potential clients and cases called for something stronger than a cup of coffee.
After parking her car, she grabbed the folder from her passenger seat and headed into the hotel, beelining it for The Equinox. Despite the humidity, Duchannes did have a saving grace. The supernatural community within the town was lively and, although she kept her true identity hidden, reveled amongst her people. Opening the doors to the bar, Roth welcomed the ambiance and, more importantly, the air conditioner.
The woman entered just in time to see the barkeep tease a few of his dancing skills. This elicited a faint tug at Roth's lips that soon disappeared before she sat three seats away from two gentleman - one of which came from behind the bar. Placing the folder on the counter, Roth opened it and began to rustle through some papers. She waited patiently until it was her turn, lifting her chin to give the man behind the bar a polite smile.
"Hi there," She started off, closing her folder. "Can I get a glass of Don Julio chilled, please?"
Having been in Mexico during its invention, Tequila holds a dear place in Roth's heart. She paused for a moment, watching the man behind the counter. "Your dancing skills are quite impressive," Her tone was teasing and light as she waited for her drink. "I would suggest becoming an instructor, but you might cause a few heart attacks."
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erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Kamaria Aten
Kamaria stared Leoric down as he spoke to her. Her eyes never left his the entire time. Despite the fact that he’d killed her court so long ago, she was still not over it and rightfully so. Though she was not as angry as she had been before. She had been forced to move, how else would she explain a group of dead nobles in her home? She was sure that even now there were stories of what could have happened. Humans were so creative when it came to their urban legends. Kamaria stared at her nails, though they were resembled very sharp claws and were painted a beautiful maroon color. After Leroic finished talking she looked up, only to be engulfed in a hug. To say that she was surprised was an understatement, though she kept her cool persona. Kamaria stood as still as a statue for a moment, letting him hug her. After a moment she ran a hand through his hair gently.
“I didn’t have much of a choice now did I?” Was the first thing she said. Kamaria took a step back and looked him over again. She noticed the blood on his mouth and narrowed her eyes. Honestly he could be so refined at times and others, he was as sloppy as a newly turned vampire. “I’m no longer angry about that. What’s done is done and I returned the favor in kind. I can’t say that I’m sorry about burning your servants alive and your mansion down. I was slighted and acted accordingly. I suppose that I can forgive you for that. I admit that I’ve missed your company as well Leoric, I see that you still haven’t changed. Was my driver so delicious that you couldn’t control yourself?” Kamaria lifted a brow. Usually Harold would be outside waiting for her but instead Leoric was in his place. The fact that he had blood on his face and smelled of him helped her put two and two together.
“Honestly, you must do something about this self-control of yours. Or lack of rather. It will certainly get you into a world of trouble one of these days.” Kamaria grabbed his face, pressing sharp claws against his cheek and pulled out a silk cloth from her purse. The vampiress hummed softly as she wiped his face and then her hands. “Much better, now tell me why you’re really here.”
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
XANDER TORESSI
I'M IN OVER MY . . .
I'M IN OVER MY HEAD . . .
I WISH THE LIGHTS WOULD TURN OFF
WITH THE LIGHTS AND MY TV SCREEN . . .
Xander
"Ducchanes.... Right then," he sighed, having absolutely no idea where that was. The man was looking around them as they walked. He could practically feel the traces of magic and superatural energy buzzing in all the walls and bricks that paved the streets. It made him a little uneasy, actually. Where there were lots of supernatural forces, there was a lot of demonic and dark magic to follow. After everything, it wasn't exactly Xander's cup of tea. Keeping up with this girl was proving to be enough of a challenge so he didn't have to worry too much. Honestly, how did somebody so much shorter than him move so much damn faster!
He was huffing, trying to catch every word that was also coming to him through the mess of whispers. Xander had developed a bit of a hearing problem to everybody he met. He constantly asked people to repeat themselves and blamed it on bad ears. But since he was determined not to have her go over everything again, he was focusing. So, according to her, this particular town was indeed a bit of a hot spot for supernatural activity. Oh, lucky me! He smiled politely when she informed him that she was a witch also. He almost wanted to blurt out, oh, I'm not a witch, but that would be a damn dirty lie.
He was immediately glad that he hadn't said anything impulsive since she was beginning to tell a tale almost fairly similar to his own. Minus the fact that Xander had never really gone looking for answers on how to control these awful powers of his, the fact that she was somehow lost in all this was slightly comforting. "Wait, you're not arresting me are you?" he asked because suddenly he was following this girl to the sheriff's building to ask him a bunch of questions and that was usually never a good sign.
Before he could make some excuse and get away, they were already walking through the doors and Xander was left wondering if they had teleported here. It had been such a quick walk. He rubbed the back of his neck and appeared a little concerned for himself. But he didn't feel like he was about to be thrown into a holding cell. So, naturally, when nothing like that happened, he ended up feeling a little less nervous. It took a few more seconds to realize that Julien wasn't a cop, but a secretary as she pulled up a chair to the desk. The man laughed, low and sheepish, "Ah, that I do. But you'd be surprised at how many people just don't appreciate a six-foot man appearing in their house for a surprise visit."
He took the chair thankfully, still a little out of breath since he may look in shape, but he really should exercise more. "It's nice to meet you. Really, you have no idea how many times I just get, uh, Hm. Thrown into..." He looked around since there was something obviously distracting on the side of him. Oh, it was nothing. "Thrown into jail." He smiled though at that, "It never keeps me. S'like as soon as somebody tries to lock me up, that's when the powers are--" Damn it, quiet! He backtracked, "powers are useful. Did you say get a job? And a place to live? Oh, I don't think anything permanent will do. I'm sorry.. do you have sugar for this?" He pointed at the coffee, his leg tapping up and down almost frantically. Well, if she wouldn't get him locked up for trespassing, perhaps it'd be suspicions of drug possession.
"Ducchanes.... Right then," he sighed, having absolutely no idea where that was. The man was looking around them as they walked. He could practically feel the traces of magic and superatural energy buzzing in all the walls and bricks that paved the streets. It made him a little uneasy, actually. Where there were lots of supernatural forces, there was a lot of demonic and dark magic to follow. After everything, it wasn't exactly Xander's cup of tea. Keeping up with this girl was proving to be enough of a challenge so he didn't have to worry too much. Honestly, how did somebody so much shorter than him move so much damn faster!
He was huffing, trying to catch every word that was also coming to him through the mess of whispers. Xander had developed a bit of a hearing problem to everybody he met. He constantly asked people to repeat themselves and blamed it on bad ears. But since he was determined not to have her go over everything again, he was focusing. So, according to her, this particular town was indeed a bit of a hot spot for supernatural activity. Oh, lucky me! He smiled politely when she informed him that she was a witch also. He almost wanted to blurt out, oh, I'm not a witch, but that would be a damn dirty lie.
He was immediately glad that he hadn't said anything impulsive since she was beginning to tell a tale almost fairly similar to his own. Minus the fact that Xander had never really gone looking for answers on how to control these awful powers of his, the fact that she was somehow lost in all this was slightly comforting. "Wait, you're not arresting me are you?" he asked because suddenly he was following this girl to the sheriff's building to ask him a bunch of questions and that was usually never a good sign.
Before he could make some excuse and get away, they were already walking through the doors and Xander was left wondering if they had teleported here. It had been such a quick walk. He rubbed the back of his neck and appeared a little concerned for himself. But he didn't feel like he was about to be thrown into a holding cell. So, naturally, when nothing like that happened, he ended up feeling a little less nervous. It took a few more seconds to realize that Julien wasn't a cop, but a secretary as she pulled up a chair to the desk. The man laughed, low and sheepish, "Ah, that I do. But you'd be surprised at how many people just don't appreciate a six-foot man appearing in their house for a surprise visit."
He took the chair thankfully, still a little out of breath since he may look in shape, but he really should exercise more. "It's nice to meet you. Really, you have no idea how many times I just get, uh, Hm. Thrown into..." He looked around since there was something obviously distracting on the side of him. Oh, it was nothing. "Thrown into jail." He smiled though at that, "It never keeps me. S'like as soon as somebody tries to lock me up, that's when the powers are--" Damn it, quiet! He backtracked, "powers are useful. Did you say get a job? And a place to live? Oh, I don't think anything permanent will do. I'm sorry.. do you have sugar for this?" He pointed at the coffee, his leg tapping up and down almost frantically. Well, if she wouldn't get him locked up for trespassing, perhaps it'd be suspicions of drug possession.
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𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒶𝒽𝒶𝒽𝒶. 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀.
SOLOMON NOX
OH, MY LOVE, I KNOW . . .
I AM A COLD COLD MAN . . .
QUITE SLOW TO PAY YOU COMPLIMENTS . . .
OR DISPLAYED PUBLIC AFFECTIONS . . .
Solomon
”We can only hope,” Solomon mused, eyeballing the little tick tick tick of that clock in Mani’s eyes. There was no physical image. It was simply something Solomon just knew in such clarity when he met somebody’s eyes that numbers might as well be display like a neon sign above their heads. Mani had a fine number, but Solomon had to play as though any day could be the last. For all he knew, it could be. “Just don’t go running away from me, myshka. I enjoy your company far too much.”
He regarded the new sheriff with all the graciousness and warmth Solomon could offer a new face. After all, as far as Sol was concerned, this town would always be just as much his as it was the new Sheriff’s. But he didn’t need to rub that in or anything. Look at him, buying the man a drink and everything out of his own pocket!
Solomon watched his bartender work from his favorite spot at the bar. As much as he loved to work it, Sol’s leg wasn’t in the best shape so it was always a relief to sit down. “Desperate? Oh no, I would never call you that. Not anymore, that is,” the man smirked, leaning in to sing song a quick, “You’re welcome.”
Though, true, he’d never viewed Mani as desperate. Just look at how naturally he worked behind a bar. Anybody would be an idiot not to hire him, but Solomon got the man and he felt as if he could and should gloat about it. “Look what I have and you all don’t!” is what he’d likely say.
A powerful sort of energy made him glance up after whispering a sweet and sincere thank you for his old fashioned. Before he could investigate, Lucifer was saying his goodbye and Solomon dipped his head and raised his glass, “It was good meeting you, Sheriff. Come again!” And he was gone. Weird man. And oh! Fun. He smiled at the source of the energy he felt earlier, only slightly offended that she didn’t say hello to him or faint upon stumbling into his repugnant air of brilliance.
She was currently complimenting his barkeep’s dancing which made Solomon snicker behind his glass. When he lifted his head again, he addressed her, “Oh, don’t encourage him.” Only I’m allowed to do that. He propped his cheek in his palm, elbow resting against the counter, “Though, on second thought. Mani, if you were to start lessons how much for something heart attack inducing? The lovely lady can join too, it’ll be an epidemic!” He shot her a good natured wink. “Solomon Nox,” he greeted, “I certainly haven’t—,”
Sol paused for a second when he met her gaze, puzzled that he got nothing from her. No tick tick tock. No numbers. His smile grew slightly more terse, something rare for him, “— met you before. What brings you to our town?”
”We can only hope,” Solomon mused, eyeballing the little tick tick tick of that clock in Mani’s eyes. There was no physical image. It was simply something Solomon just knew in such clarity when he met somebody’s eyes that numbers might as well be display like a neon sign above their heads. Mani had a fine number, but Solomon had to play as though any day could be the last. For all he knew, it could be. “Just don’t go running away from me, myshka. I enjoy your company far too much.”
He regarded the new sheriff with all the graciousness and warmth Solomon could offer a new face. After all, as far as Sol was concerned, this town would always be just as much his as it was the new Sheriff’s. But he didn’t need to rub that in or anything. Look at him, buying the man a drink and everything out of his own pocket!
Solomon watched his bartender work from his favorite spot at the bar. As much as he loved to work it, Sol’s leg wasn’t in the best shape so it was always a relief to sit down. “Desperate? Oh no, I would never call you that. Not anymore, that is,” the man smirked, leaning in to sing song a quick, “You’re welcome.”
Though, true, he’d never viewed Mani as desperate. Just look at how naturally he worked behind a bar. Anybody would be an idiot not to hire him, but Solomon got the man and he felt as if he could and should gloat about it. “Look what I have and you all don’t!” is what he’d likely say.
A powerful sort of energy made him glance up after whispering a sweet and sincere thank you for his old fashioned. Before he could investigate, Lucifer was saying his goodbye and Solomon dipped his head and raised his glass, “It was good meeting you, Sheriff. Come again!” And he was gone. Weird man. And oh! Fun. He smiled at the source of the energy he felt earlier, only slightly offended that she didn’t say hello to him or faint upon stumbling into his repugnant air of brilliance.
She was currently complimenting his barkeep’s dancing which made Solomon snicker behind his glass. When he lifted his head again, he addressed her, “Oh, don’t encourage him.” Only I’m allowed to do that. He propped his cheek in his palm, elbow resting against the counter, “Though, on second thought. Mani, if you were to start lessons how much for something heart attack inducing? The lovely lady can join too, it’ll be an epidemic!” He shot her a good natured wink. “Solomon Nox,” he greeted, “I certainly haven’t—,”
Sol paused for a second when he met her gaze, puzzled that he got nothing from her. No tick tick tock. No numbers. His smile grew slightly more terse, something rare for him, “— met you before. What brings you to our town?”
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