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Action, Adventure, LGTBQ Friendly, Magical, Mystery, Platonic, Romance, Slice of Life, Supernatural

jasmichelle

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Two-hundred years ago the "Town Council" of New Haven captured and burned supernatural beings in Porter Church. They were certain they had gotten all of these "demons", but they underestimated just how many of were truly living among them. Some remained in New Haven undetected, some fled to evade capture and others....well they managed to escape that church somehow and now they are back.[br][/br][br][/br]

Welcome home! Something brought you back or maybe you were already here but if you're a part of the supernatural in New Haven you're trapped now! That's right, trapped. You can try if you want but there is no getting out, someone has made sure of that. You might be a part of the bigger plan, collateral damage or just someone they want revenge on. You'll find out soon enough. Be careful who you trust and good luck. I'm sure you'll need it. [br][/br][br][/br]

Setting: The 15th of August so it's still warm out but not unbearably hot. The year is now 2020 and New Haven has definitely changed but in many ways, it has remained the same. Your characters have either recently arrive, have been here for some time or whatever you decided but regardless they will eventually realize they are trapped here. Feel free to start your post with realizing they can't leave [supernatural being] if you'd like!
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This wasn't Tyler's first time in New Haven since the church fire, he'd been here many times to honor Nora and leave flowers on her grave. It was, however, the first time he wouldn't be leaving right after doing so. He wasn't staying by choice of course as he had vowed to never live another day in this wretched town. His happy memories of the place he had once called home were tainted by the death of his true love. The whole town served as a sad reminder that he had been helpless as she burned in that church and that she'd chosen to save him at the expense of her own life. If it weren't for Nora wishing to have her gravesite in her hometown, he would've never set foot across the town limits again. Yet here he was, just as he had been every August fifteenth for the past two-hundred years.

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"For all of eternity, my love," he said softly as he placed the perfectly chosen bouquet of blue hydrangeas, her favorite flower, at the bottom her headstone. With that, he turned around to head for his car so he could figure out his next destination. As he neared the sign at the end of the town, he felt relief to be leaving once again. Unfortunately for him, as he started to cross the line his car suddenly came to a hard stop. "What the hell," he said before trying again to no avail. He got out and walked towards the front of the car, seeing there was no damage. "You've got to be joking," he groaned, realizing immediately what had happened. He walked towards the line, only to run into an invisible wall of sorts. He knew this magic too well as he'd been victim to entrapment spells before but never ones of this magnitude. Frustrated, he jumped back into his vehicle and sped off towards the center of town to figure out what the hell was going on.

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After parking somewhere outside The Grill, he walked into the well-known establishment in search of the owner, Jasper. He knew him in passing from his more recent visits to New Haven and they had gotten acquainted enough that Tyler felt he could ask him about the situation at hand. He also figured that since Jasper resided in the town, he might know what the cause of it might be. "Is the owner around?" he asked one of the roaming waitresses, who quickly pointed out who he was searching for. "Hey. Remember me?" he let a quick grin slip as he greeted the man. He and Jasper had talked on a few occasions but never too deeply about their lives, just simple chit-chat. They had both realized early on what the other was but it made no difference to them. The feud between their kind was ancient in their eyes, though he couldn't say the same for everyone. "Have you tried to leave town recently?" he asked cutting straight to the chase. With Jasper's answer, he explained what had just happened to him when he attempted.

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This wasn't Tyler's first time in New Haven since the church fire, he'd been here many times to honor Nora and leave flowers on her grave. It was, however, the first time he wouldn't be leaving right after doing so. He wasn't staying by choice of course as he had vowed to never live another day in this wretched town. His happy memories of the place he had once called home were tainted by the death of his true love. The whole town served as a sad reminder that he had been helpless as she burned in that church and that she'd chosen to save him at the expense of her own life. If it weren't for Nora wishing to have her gravesite in her hometown, he would've never set foot across the town limits again. Yet here he was, just as he had been every August fifteenth for the past two-hundred years.

"For all of eternity, my love," he said softly as he placed the perfectly chosen bouquet of blue hydrangeas, her favorite flower, at the bottom her headstone. With that, he turned around to head for his car so he could figure out his next destination. As he neared the sign at the end of the town, he felt relief to be leaving once again. Unfortunately for him, as he started to cross the line his car suddenly came to a hard stop. "What the hell," he said before trying again to no avail. He got out and walked towards the front of the car, seeing there was no damage. "You've got to be joking," he groaned, realizing immediately what had happened. He walked towards the line, only to run into an invisible wall of sorts. He knew this magic too well as he'd been victim to entrapment spells before but never ones of this magnitude. Frustrated, he jumped back into his vehicle and sped off towards the center of town to figure out what the hell was going on.

After parking somewhere outside The Grill, he walked into the well-known establishment in search of the owner, Jasper. He knew him in passing from his more recent visits to New Haven and they had gotten acquainted enough that Tyler felt he could ask him about the situation at hand. He also figured that since Jasper resided in the town, he might know what the cause of it might be. "Is the owner around?" he asked one of the roaming waitresses, who quickly pointed out who he was searching for. "Hey. Remember me?" he let a quick grin slip as he greeted the man. He and Jasper had talked on a few occasions but never too deeply about their lives, just simple chit-chat. They had both realized early on what the other was but it made no difference to them. The feud between their kind was ancient in their eyes, though he couldn't say the same for everyone. "Have you tried to leave town recently?" he asked cutting straight to the chase. With Jasper's answer, he explained what had just happened to him when he attempted.
 
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[div class=bannertext_two]Mallory | Vampire | That Bitch[/div][/div][/div]
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Stretching her arms above her head, Mal reached over and planted a kiss on Mason's cheek to hopefully rouse him. With a slight grin, she threw her legs over the bed and stood up, stretching herself languidly like a cat. Naturally, she was naked, but she was going to fix that. It was hard to tease someone when you were already fully undressed.

She found a shirt (there was no telling if it was hers or his, as they had the tendency to leave clothes everywhere) and threw it on, also slipping on a pair of underwear. Taking a seat in a nearby armchair, she inspected her nails until Mason fully awoke so he could appreciate her. "Do you think they've noticed they can't leave yet, Mace?" she tittered, tilting her head so her hair fell away to reveal the curve of her neck. "I do so love messing with others, don't you?" She had met Mason outside of New Haven some time ago, and they'd both formulated a well-laid plan of their own design to try and find a certain object and obtain it for themselves. Mason had a vendetta to pay, and her? Well. She simply never wanted to feel anything less than a queen again.

Also, she rather enjoyed sleeping with Mason.

Draping her legs over the opposite arm of the chair, she groaned. "Mason, what do we do now that we've trapped them all here? I don't mind going through and sleeping with them all until we find out something, but that might take longer, and I know how impatient you are." She pouted in his direction, although truthfully, of the two of them, she was the most impatient. It was often she who instigated their times together, after all.

With a yawn, she fingered the necklace she wore as her protection against the sun. It was the only thing that wasn't allowed to come off during her times of... ahem... nightly activities. "I'm dreadfully bored now that the plan is set in motion."
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[div class=bannertext_two]Frederick | Werewolf | Cinna Roll[/div][/div][/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=icon_border][div class=icon_one][/div][/div][div class=tag]scenario: errands | mood: skippy | location: outside the library | outfit: here | with: n/a | mentions: n/a | tags: n/a [/div]
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The Jackery family hadn't been in New Haven for very long, but he liked it here. There was an underbelly (sorta) that he was able to connect with every full moon, and it made him feel less alone in his condition. For all intents and purposes, the Jackerys had moved here because they'd wanted a change of pace - there definitely wasn't a specific reason they were here.

Whistling on his merry way, Freddie was on his way to pick up some more groceries for the munchkins he called a family. Sure, Derrik was seventeen now and Ember was already a high school sophomore... Tears came to his eyes as he thought of how his little darlings were all growing up. He hoped he'd be able to a) be regularly human again so he could age with them once more or b) that they would somehow not age anymore so he wouldn't have to deal with that. But under no circumstances were any of them allowed to become werewolves. Little Magdalene had already been through enough without that hanging over her.

Wait. Where was he?

Ah, yes. Groceries. Seven siblings in one house meant food went fast, so he needed to pick some up now. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a family photo from before, including little Rudy on Freddie's shoulders. He smiled. When was the last time they'd all looked like that? Maybe he'd try his hand at cooking tonight and get them all to smile like the good ol' days.

So of course a gust of wind came by and blew the photo out of his hands.

So of course he leaped after it as the photo danced away from his grip.

Didn't every werewolf leap like a madman after a piece of paper in front of a library?
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Skipper

Skipping Endlessly
Ronnie had been a regular at the New Haven library for years now. While he'd been in school, his visits were a mix of leisure and research, but not much focus had been put on solving the mystery that now plagued him. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed the strangeness that seemed to inhabit the town like a ghost, he'd just been told not to give it much worry. Curious though he'd always been, his parents had kept him busy with smaller, more harmless projects, and now that it was just him, his attention pinpointed on the overarching unnaturalness of his home town. It pained him slightly to think that his parents may have been trying to hide something from him, but he knew in his heart they only wanted what was best for him. There couldn't have been any ill intentions behind it, especially since they tried to convince him to move with them after he'd turned eighteen. Still, with the freedom of adulthood, Ronnie was set to pursue whatever he wished, and for the last year that had taken him on an excruciatingly deep dive into New Haven's shrouded history.

Admittedly he hadn't learned much. Despite much more frequent trips to the library, persistent interviews with some of the town's most prominent members, and general snooping around, Ronnie hadn't been about to dig up much of anything. Of course, he learned a bit more about the church fire that had happened some two hundred years ago, but it wasn't anything he hadn't picked up just from living here his whole life. He wasn't about to give up though. Even as the search stretched into its second year, Ronnie only found himself practically holing up in the library. He was there more often than not these days, scouring the shelves and delving deep into town records as he attempted to uncover the truth. He was headed to the library now in fact, a couple books he thought might have been promising tucked under one arm. They'd been interesting, sure, but not useful, and it was time to delve a little deeper into the shelves.

As Ronnie came up on the library, a piece of paper fluttered by. Without thinking, he plucked it out of the air with his free hand and twisted it around to see if there was anything on it. It was a picture, a family photo probably, though there were quite a lot kids if it was only one family. Maybe some of them were cousins? Or perhaps close friends? Looking up, Ronnie finally noticed the man bounding toward him. He looked pretty young though, probably around Ronnie's age. It didn't actually occur to him that he was about to get bowled over until it was already too late to move.

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[div class=text][div=width: 95%; padding-left:1%;]Ella wasn't too sure what had drawn her back to the dreary town of New Haven this time of year. Normally she avoided coming near this area of the world like that plague at this time of year, but somehow here she was. The thought made her sigh as she paused at the streetlight, watching a car rush by. She tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and crossed the street, doing her best to ignore the dull ache that made a home in her undead heart two centuries ago.
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She turned, looking at how the town had changed since she'd last been around. It was extremely different yet not at the same time. It was...strange. Luckily it was something she was used to, seeing how often she traveled.
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Still, she didn't like the fact that she'd been led here by some unknown force. She bit her lip, considering her options. She could always leave, and something was telling her to go. She hadn't survived over three hundred years by ignoring that sense. With that, she turned, planning to head back the way she came. She was going to do the smart thing this time. No exploring.
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Adela may not have been the smartest person in the room, but she wasn't an idiot, she knew when something didn't seem right. And after the last time she'd been in this town? She wasn't taking any chances.
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[div class=text][div=width: 95%; padding-left:1%;]It wasn't exactly busy at the Grill this afternoon, but it wasn't slow either. It was that nice and steady pace that Jasper had grown to love after working and owning the place for three years. There were small breaks between orders that allowed him to breathe and clean up his area, maybe get a drink, and then it was back to work. Keeping busy was something he enjoyed, something he preferred. It didn't let him think about the past too much.
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When he heard the door open, he barely paid attention to the greeting one of the waitresses offered, only coming out of his focus when someone sat down directly in front of him. He blinked a few times before looking up, furrowing his brow when he recognized the man in front of him. "Tyler," he greeted. "Of course I remember you, how've you been?" he asked, nodding in the form of shaking his hand. He set down the glass he'd been holding and grabbed a small hand towel and began to wipe his hands off. "Drink?" he asked, gesturing towards the bar.
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Tyler the vampire was here in his restaurant. He wondered what the man was doing here now. He'd known the man had lost someone due to how he visited the cemetery whenever he was town, but beyond that he didn't know. Not that it was any of his business, stuff like that had nothing to do with him. As long as he wasn't causing problems in town, Jasper didn't give a shit what the man did.
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"No, I haven't tried to leave lately." he responded to the man's question. When he got an answer as to why he asked, he paused. "And what does that mean?" he asked the other man. Jasper liked to think of himself as a smart man, but he knew when to admit when he didn't know what was happening. And while he'd been officially part of this supernatural community for a few years now, he tended to stay out of the deep stuff, only learning what he needed to keep him and his family safe. Whatever it was that Tyler was telling him, didn't sound like something good.
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His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward so his arms were resting on the counter just behind the bar. "Why would someone want to keep the supernatural in this town?" he asked quietly.
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As the man ran, a blonde woman stepped out from the same doorway he exited from, glancing after the man with a bored expression. "Why do they always run?" she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Elektra checked her hair and make up in the reflection of a nearby window before taking off down the alley after the man. Even though he had a distinct lead on her, it was easy to follow the scent trail of smoke and vodka he left behind. That combined with Elektra's werewolf speed allowed her to cut the man off at a cross street only a block away. With one fluid motion, she grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and slammed his face against the hood of the closest car. "You stupid bitch!" the man shouted, though it was slightly muffled by the metal of the car. Elektra smirked, her werewolf strength keeping the man pressed against the car even though he struggled. Letting out a light laugh, the blonde werewolf replied,"That's rich coming from a man without an oar in the water."

Elektra reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on to the man's wrists. He continued to rant with derogatory statements, but she ignored him. This was her second of three bounty hunts she had been sent after in that town, and it was just as uneventful as the first. A short walk and slightly longer drive later, Elektra shoved her captive through the front doors of the New Haven police station, smirking slightly as he fell to the ground with a huff. The officer at the front desk looked up at Elektra with wide eyes, obviously confused on how a petite blonde dressed in a leather jacket, sneakers, and red lipstick could take down a buff, burly criminal. Ellie carefully stepped over the man and up to the desk, leaning on it with a smile. "I believe y'all have been looking for this here man," she began, her southern accent prevalent in her tone. "When you get the chance, I'll take my paycheck. Thanks, you're a doll."

Elektra left the police station a little bit richer, and a little less tense. Bounty hunting had been her career for over a century, tasked with hunting down the country's most despicable people for money. It was her form of attempting to make a difference in the world, to amend for the mistakes she had main in her past. Did it work? Not really. But she had to try anyway. Elektra pulled her mini notebook out from her purse, turning to the current page about half way through and crossing out the name of the man. She had filled a few notebooks over the years, and kept them to remind herself that she was doing some good in the world. Only one name remained on the page there: Tyler Harlow. Ellie didn't know anything about him, but she knew exactly where to go and ask.

Pulling into the parking lot in front of the Grill, a popular bar spot in town, Elektra shut off her car and looked around. The place wreaked with the smells of supernatural and human beings alike, causing Elektra's eyes to flash amber and nose to wrinkle in slight disgust. The scent was slightly overwhelming. But her need for intel outweighed her annoyance with the odor. So, Ellie pushed through the front doors and sauntered directly up to the bar, taking a seat a few stools down from a handsome dark-haired vampire talking to the handsome light-haired bartender. With a pretty smile on her red lips, the southern-accented woman leaned towards them to say, "Sorry to interrupt, boys. But I'm rather parched. Could I bother you for a bourbon lemonade?"
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The tall brick walls on either side of the alley cast shadows on the ground below, just enough to give it a disconcerting atmosphere even during the day time. A couple of trash bags were carelessly thrown alongside a large metal dumpster, and a few puddles of dingy water had collected down the center. A single light above one of the copper-colored doors that were distributed along the walls flickered every so often, the buzzing sound that came from it being the only really sound that filled the alley. All was calm, at least for a moment. But that was cut short by one of the doors bursting open, slamming into the brick with a screeching thud. A man shot out into the alley, nearly tripping over his own feet as he ran. There was a mixture of fear and anger on his face, caused by something from inside the building that he was trying to get a way from. But he wouldn't succeed.

As the man ran, a blonde woman stepped out from the same doorway he exited from, glancing after the man with a bored expression. "Why do they always run?" she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Elektra checked her hair and make up in the reflection of a nearby window before taking off down the alley after the man. Even though he had a distinct lead on her, it was easy to follow the scent trail of smoke and vodka he left behind. That combined with Elektra's werewolf speed allowed her to cut the man off at a cross street only a block away. With one fluid motion, she grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and slammed his face against the hood of the closest car. "You stupid bitch!" the man shouted, though it was slightly muffled by the metal of the car. Elektra smirked, her werewolf strength keeping the man pressed against the car even though he struggled. Letting out a light laugh, the blonde werewolf replied,"That's rich coming from a man without an oar in the water."

Elektra reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on to the man's wrists. He continued to rant with derogatory statements, but she ignored him. This was her second of three bounty hunts she had been sent after in that town, and it was just as uneventful as the first. A short walk and slightly longer drive later, Elektra shoved her captive through the front doors of the New Haven police station, smirking slightly as he fell to the ground with a huff. The officer at the front desk looked up at Elektra with wide eyes, obviously confused on how a petite blonde dressed in a leather jacket, sneakers, and red lipstick could take down a buff, burly criminal. Ellie carefully stepped over the man and up to the desk, leaning on it with a smile. "I believe y'all have been looking for this here man," she began, her southern accent prevalent in her tone. "When you get the chance, I'll take my paycheck. Thanks, you're a doll."

Elektra left the police station a little bit richer, and a little less tense. Bounty hunting had been her career for over a century, tasked with hunting down the country's most despicable people for money. It was her form of attempting to make a difference in the world, to amend for the mistakes she had main in her past. Did it work? Not really. But she had to try anyway. Elektra pulled her mini notebook out from her purse, turning to the current page about half way through and crossing out the name of the man. She had filled a few notebooks over the years, and kept them to remind herself that she was doing some good in the world. Only one name remained on the page there: Tyler Harlow. Ellie didn't know anything about him, but she knew exactly where to go and ask.

Pulling into the parking lot in front of the Grill, a popular bar spot in town, Elektra shut off her car and looked around. The place wreaked with the smells of supernatural and human beings alike, causing Elektra's eyes to flash amber and nose to wrinkle in slight disgust. The scent was slightly overwhelming. But her need for intel outweighed her annoyance with the odor. So, Ellie pushed through the front doors and sauntered directly up to the bar, taking a seat a few stools down from a handsome dark-haired vampire talking to the handsome light-haired bartender. With a pretty smile on her red lips, the southern-accented woman leaned towards them to say, "Sorry to interrupt, boys. But I'm rather parched. Could I bother you for a bourbon lemonade?"
 
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[div class=textinformation_two]"It's good to be home."[/div]
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[div class=side_two][div class=box][div class=box_info]warlock[/div][div=width: calc(100% - 0%); height: 270px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px;][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 150px; height: 100%;overflow-y: scroll;][div class=box_text]A bell about the door to the art gallery jingled as Dorian stepped inside. The space was minimalistic, with wood floors and white walls both fashionably lined with various pieces of art work. It was a full blown gallery where local New Haven artists could display there work for the general public to vice and buy. Even Dorian himself had a few piece hung upon the walls. To those who were knew to New Haven or just relatively naive, Mirage was just a standard art gallery. But for those who kept an ear to the grapevine, it was much more. Dorian inhaled deeply, looking around at a few of the art pieces for a moment before walking towards the reception desk against the adjacent wall. A young woman sat behind it, scrolling absentmindedly through whatever was on the computer screen. Dorian made a mental note to have a supervisor later speak with her about how to greet guests. After all, he was a business man, and wanted to make sure his customers enjoyed their experience.

Without even stopping to talk to the girl, Dorian stepped to the right of the desk and walked directly through the floor-length mirror. The mirror was an illusion he had created, made up of several strips of reflective material enchanted to line up perfectly after every entrance and exit. Dorian was nothing if not a bit extra, a master of illusions and manipulation that loved to show off his craft. On the other side of the mirror was the real Mirage, a nightclub currently bathed in purple-toned light and filled with the pounding base of dance music. It was still fairly early, but a few people were already there enjoying drinks at the bar or lounging in the deep purple velvet cushions of the VIP area. Dorian inhaled deeply, grinning as he glanced around the night club and said, "It's good to be home."

The warlock made his way over to the VIP area, where a crescent-shaped purple velvet couch awaited him. It was his designated area, meaning that whenever Dorian was in the club, it was reserved for him. A lot of the time, Dorian ran more of the business side of things. He tended to the bar, performed on stage for entertainment, and even broke up fights every now and again. But that was his day off, and he was determined to enjoy himself and relax at all costs. Dorian lounged back into the plush velvet, a smirk playing on his lips as a waitress approached with a bottle of champagne and a chilled glass. "Why thank you, sweetheart," he said, grabbing both and pouring himself a full glass of the bubbly golden liquid. After working all week, it was finally his turn to enjoy himself. Taking a sip of the champagne, Dorian was determined to do just that, no matter the cost.
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A bell about the door to the art gallery jingled as Dorian stepped inside. The space was minimalistic, with wood floors and white walls both fashionably lined with various pieces of art work. It was a full blown gallery where local New Haven artists could display there work for the general public to vice and buy. Even Dorian himself had a few piece hung upon the walls. To those who were knew to New Haven or just relatively naive, Mirage was just a standard art gallery. But for those who kept an ear to the grapevine, it was much more. Dorian inhaled deeply, looking around at a few of the art pieces for a moment before walking towards the reception desk against the adjacent wall. A young woman sat behind it, scrolling absentmindedly through whatever was on the computer screen. Dorian made a mental note to have a supervisor later speak with her about how to greet guests. After all, he was a business man, and wanted to make sure his customers enjoyed their experience.

Without even stopping to talk to the girl, Dorian stepped to the right of the desk and walked directly through the floor-length mirror. The mirror was an illusion he had created, made up of several strips of reflective material enchanted to line up perfectly after every entrance and exit. Dorian was nothing if not a bit extra, a master of illusions and manipulation that loved to show off his craft. On the other side of the mirror was the real Mirage, a nightclub currently bathed in purple-toned light and filled with the pounding base of dance music. It was still fairly early, but a few people were already there enjoying drinks at the bar or lounging in the deep purple velvet cushions of the VIP area. Dorian inhaled deeply, grinning as he glanced around the night club and said, "It's good to be home."

The warlock made his way over to the VIP area, where a crescent-shaped purple velvet couch awaited him. It was his designated area, meaning that whenever Dorian was in the club, it was reserved for him. A lot of the time, Dorian ran more of the business side of things. He tended to the bar, performed on stage for entertainment, and even broke up fights every now and again. But that was his day off, and he was determined to enjoy himself and relax at all costs. Dorian lounged back into the plush velvet, a smirk playing on his lips as a waitress approached with a bottle of champagne and a chilled glass. "Why thank you, sweetheart," he said, grabbing both and pouring himself a full glass of the bubbly golden liquid. After working all week, it was finally his turn to enjoy himself. Taking a sip of the champagne, Dorian was determined to do just that, no matter the cost.
 
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MERCEDES


[br][/br][br][/br]Say something, I'm giving up on you

[br][/br]I'll be the one, if you want me to

[br][/br]Anywhere, I would've followed you

[br][/br]Say something, I'm giving up on you



[br][/br][br][/br]And I am feeling so small

[br][/br]It was over my head

[br][/br]I know nothing at all



[br][/br][br][/br]And I will stumble and fall

[br][/br]I'm still learning to love

[br][/br]Just starting to crawl



[br][/br][br][/br]Say something, I'm giving up on you...

[br][/br][br][/br]Mercedes hummed the song to herself as she dug around in her closet for an outfit. Thankfully, as long as you weren't dressed like a cheap hooker, Dorian wasn't very picky with what you wore. At least, he'd never said anything to her. If she was just waitressing or bartending, she tended to wear jeans or something semi attention getting. It helped with tips. But on the nights that she performed, she loved going all out and dressing up for everyone to look at.

[br][/br][br][/br]"Say something..." Her humming turned into words as she grabbed a shirt, backstepping out of the tiny walk in to go look at the shirt in the mirror. Holding it up against her body, she thought for a second, then made a face. Tossing the shirt to the side, she sighed and went right back to it. At this rate she'd be late, and if there was something Dorian appreciated, it was being on time. Sadie was thankful he'd given her the job period, considering her and her family's reputation in the community.

[br][/br][br][/br]Some twenty or so minutes later, she'd finally settled on an outfit and was finishing her hair and makeup. With her extras and a backup outfit tucked into a bag, as a just in case, she grabbed her keys and headed for her little Corolla. She sped through the tiny town, arriving at the speakeasy/night club within a decent amount of time. Gathering her belongings, she practically ran inside, spotting Carissa behind the reception desk on her phone.

[br][/br][br][/br]Sadie tsked, but said nothing to the girl. She'd find out. She stepped through the illusion mirror and headed for the employee lounge area, where she could deposit her things in a locker and get ready for her performance later. She stepped out of the lounge and spotted Dorian in his reserved section. Twisting her fingers together, she decided to approach.

[br][/br][br][/br]"Hey, boss man." Crossing her arms over her chest, she paused by his couch, her eyes glancing around the club as she spoke. "How are things so far?"

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Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you...



Mercedes hummed the song to herself as she dug around in her closet for an outfit. Thankfully, as long as you weren't dressed like a cheap hooker, Dorian wasn't very picky with what you wore. At least, he'd never said anything to her. If she was just waitressing or bartending, she tended to wear jeans or something semi attention getting. It helped with tips. But on the nights that she performed, she loved going all out and dressing up for everyone to look at.

"Say something..." Her humming turned into words as she grabbed a shirt, backstepping out of the tiny walk in to go look at the shirt in the mirror. Holding it up against her body, she thought for a second, then made a face. Tossing the shirt to the side, she sighed and went right back to it. At this rate she'd be late, and if there was something Dorian appreciated, it was being on time. Sadie was thankful he'd given her the job period, considering her and her family's reputation in the community.

Some twenty or so minutes later, she'd finally settled on an outfit and was finishing her hair and makeup. With her extras and a backup outfit tucked into a bag, as a just in case, she grabbed her keys and headed for her little Corolla. She sped through the tiny town, arriving at the speakeasy/night club within a decent amount of time. Gathering her belongings, she practically ran inside, spotting Carissa behind the reception desk on her phone.

Sadie tsked, but said nothing to the girl. She'd find out. She stepped through the illusion mirror and headed for the employee lounge area, where she could deposit her things in a locker and get ready for her performance later. She stepped out of the lounge and spotted Dorian in his reserved section. Twisting her fingers together, she decided to approach.

"Hey, boss man." Crossing her arms over her chest, she paused by his couch, her eyes glancing around the club as she spoke. "How are things so far?"
 
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[br][/br][br][/br]Mason could feel Mallory moving around in the bed beside him, but he just wasn't ready to get up yet. It'd been a long night- whatever was going on with Mal, she'd been insatiable. Moreso than usual. Not that he minded complying, of course- now was just rest time. He barely moved as she shifted this way and that, though he was able to open one eye and make a snarky comment when he felt her kiss his cheek. Of course, then she was gone, swinging her legs over the bed and standing.

[br][/br][br][/br]By now, his eyes were open, and he grinned into the pillow as he watched her pull on a shirt and underwear. The grin twisted into a frown as his favorites parts of her were covered. Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut again, heaving a sigh. Deciding to be alive before she threw something at him like last time, he pushed himself up to a sitting position- quite slowly- and fixed her with a blank stare. "I'm up."

[br][/br][br][/br]She stopped inspecting her nails and looked over at him, posing an interesting question. "Perhaps." He countered, leaning back on his hands. They'd just done the spell the day before, something borrowed from a witch they'd met on their travels. Of course, he and Mal were vampires, so they weren't magical. But the witch had worked with them, and no one would be able to find out who it was that helped them. Not stuck here, after all.

[br][/br][br][/br]He smirked at the thought. "I love it. Almost as much as I love messing..." He pushed himself off the bed, lifting his arms above his almost naked figure to stretch. Then, in a flash, he was overtop of Mal, grinning down at her. "With you." He licked his lips, moving closer, but pulling away at the last minute. Then he was gone, having sped over to the other side of the room.

[br][/br][br][/br]"Oh, I'm the impatient one?" He clicked his tongue, looking at her over his shoulder before he leaned down to pick up a shirt. Sniffing it, he made a face and tossed it down, heading for the closet instead. "Says the one who's already complaining she's bored." Laughter ensued after that comment, and he reappeared a moment later, fresh shirt in hand.

[br][/br][br][/br]"We have to be patient, love. Don't fret. In the meantime, you're welcome to sleep with anyone you want." He pulled the shirt overtop his head. "Well, almost. I have to approve."

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Mason could feel Mallory moving around in the bed beside him, but he just wasn't ready to get up yet. It'd been a long night- whatever was going on with Mal, she'd been insatiable. Moreso than usual. Not that he minded complying, of course- now was just rest time. He barely moved as she shifted this way and that, though he was able to open one eye and make a snarky comment when he felt her kiss his cheek. Of course, then she was gone, swinging her legs over the bed and standing.

By now, his eyes were open, and he grinned into the pillow as he watched her pull on a shirt and underwear. The grin twisted into a frown as his favorites parts of her were covered. Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut again, heaving a sigh. Deciding to be alive before she threw something at him like last time, he pushed himself up to a sitting position- quite slowly- and fixed her with a blank stare. "I'm up."

She stopped inspecting her nails and looked over at him, posing an interesting question. "Perhaps." He countered, leaning back on his hands. They'd just done the spell the day before, something borrowed from a witch they'd met on their travels. Of course, he and Mal were vampires, so they weren't magical. But the witch had worked with them, and no one would be able to find out who it was that helped them. Not stuck here, after all.

He smirked at the thought. "I love it. Almost as much as I love messing..." He pushed himself off the bed, lifting his arms above his almost naked figure to stretch. Then, in a flash, he was overtop of Mal, grinning down at her. "With you." He licked his lips, moving closer, but pulling away at the last minute. Then he was gone, having sped over to the other side of the room.

"Oh, I'm the impatient one?" He clicked his tongue, looking at her over his shoulder before he leaned down to pick up a shirt. Sniffing it, he made a face and tossed it down, heading for the closet instead. "Says the one who's already complaining she's bored." Laughter ensued after that comment, and he reappeared a moment later, fresh shirt in hand.

"We have to be patient, love. Don't fret. In the meantime, you're welcome to sleep with anyone you want." He pulled the shirt overtop his head. "Well, almost. I have to approve."
 
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Marcy scanned the shelves in front of the little counter she used for checkouts. They were full mostly, meticulously organized by purpose, then height, the labels all turned just so to sit at an artful angle while still remaining fully visible. It had taken her a few hours to get everything just right, but it'd been worth it. The perfect uniformity of it all satisfied her need for order, and the stocked shelves filled the space with a life that filled her with life. Something about seeing her shop ready for patronage lifted her spirits considerably. Despite being open for most of the day though, business had been pretty slow. Usually at least someone came in, if not for the various herbs and assorted vegetation, then for the potions and charms she kept in the back. Not today though, nope, today felt like she'd flipped her sign to a ghost town, not a single soul appearing even to browse. In most situations, Marcy would have enjoyed the solitude. People were just so difficult to deal with most days, and taking some (or all) of her time to herself was a blessing. This was her shop though, and people had to actually come in and buy things for it to be successful.

Huffing, she decided enough was enough. If no one was going to come in, she could spend her time doing other, more productive things. Marcy pulled a squat, wooden toad out from beneath the counter and placed it in front of the cash register, making sure the black marble eyes reflected back the front door as well as most of the store. Bufo was one of the first things she'd made upon opening the store. He was nothing complicated, certainly nothing Marcy would consider selling as an actual product, but he watched the shop when she was in the back, and he'd served his purpose so far. If anyone came in while she was in the back, Bufo would see, and she'd know to come out and man the front. Of course, Bufo wasn't actually animate, but the marbles collected light and could sense movement, and she'd gone her entire two years in New Haven with just the little trinket for warning that she'd grown attached. At this point she probably wouldn't sell him even if he did meet those standards, and she didn't plan on replacing him until she needed to. Honestly she'd probably keep him anyway, even if she did make something objectively better.

Content that Bufo would detect any potential customers, Marcy slipped into the backroom where her less mundane stock took residence. Here, the walls were lined with perfectly brewed potions and meticulously crafted charms. While she took pride in the management and success of the front, this was where her real accomplishments lay. Years of study and hard work culminated in the back of her little shop, ready to be sold to anyone with the knowledge to appreciate it. Passing through the room, she made her way to the back where a sturdy desk was tucked into the corner. What exactly occupied her desk at any given time changed depending on what particular project she was working on. Right now a jeweler's tools were set in straight lines along the sides and something vaguely bracelet shaped took up the middle. Eventually, it would be formed into a piece of daylight jewelry, physical material and magic combining to defy the laws of nature, but at the moment it was just another unfinished project, material perfectly normal and tools standard for the trade. Settling in, she got to work.
 
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[div class=textcontainer][div class=icon_border][div class=icon_one][/div][/div][div class=tag]scenario: let's go somewhere | mood: rarin' to go | location: mason's room | outfit: here | with: mason | mentions: dorian | tags: Goldieloxx Goldieloxx MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat [/div]
[div=margin-top: 5px;][/div][div=width: calc(100% - 0%); height: 310px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px;][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 150px; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll;][div class=initial_letter]I[/div][div class=textinformation]f there was anything Mason was just as good at as her—besides maybe sex—it was teasing. She held back a purr when he was hovering over her, the tension between them rising as he moved closer. But of course, he moved before he actually did anything, and she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. What was the fun of it if he didn’t at least kiss her?

Still, she leaned her face against one fist as she watched him look for a shirt. Unlike her, he was pickier, and he disappeared into his closet after teasing her with her comment about his impatience in relation to hers. When he reappeared, he had found clothes to his liking, and she rolled her eyes when he had clothes on. Even him calling her “love” didn’t make her feel better about the fact that he had more clothes on than she did. (She always preferred to go last in that regard.) Although she did feel a shiver go down her spine whenever he called her that. Being given special attention was always preferable.

“Oh? I need your approval before I let someone take me home?” She stood up and waltzed over to him, looping her arms around his shoulders. “I hope you’re extending that courtesy to me as well. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t get to give my stamp of approval to anyone you want to sleep with.” With that, she went up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Too bad you got dressed,” she mused, whipping her tank top off and throwing it at him. “I was just about to take a shower.” She practically pranced to the bathroom, where she indeed took a shower, making sure to pay special attention to her hair. (It tended to get a little messy and unmanageable after… well. So she needed to pay lots of attention to it.) When she was done, she padded back into Mason’s room and found a suitable set of clothes from… somewhere. (He had definitely asked her if she stored sets of clothes here, and she never quite answered in the affirmative, and yet she always magically produced full outfits from somewhere.)

Once she was dressed and her hair was brushed and her makeup was done, she leaped onto Mason’s back, wrapping her arms around his neck in a strange show of affection—if it could be called that. “Wanna go visit Dorian? I bet he misses us.” She giggled, tightening her arms around him to let him know that he would have to carry her there.

All the while, she kinda hoped he would call her “love” again.
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After the death of Laurel's parents, about two years ago, she had moved back to New Haven with her aunt, Gwen. She had been trying to find answers about her parents and this so-called moonstone when her aunt caught her practicing dark magic and kicked her out. It didn't matter to Laurel, all she cared about was figuring out why this stone was so important, who killed her parents for it and when they would come to find it again. It was only a matter of time and she knew it had to be important if her parents risked their lives for it.[br][/br][br][/br]

All that was for another day though. Today she just needed to get her mind off the damn stone, so she was heading to Dorian's speakeasy. He was known for having the best entertainment and drinks by those who knew about the little spot. Plus, he was great eye candy and she enjoyed flirting with him when she could. As she pulled up to the cleverly disguised club and got out of the car, her heels clicked against the sidewalk. She made a note to check out the art later when she walked into the building, realizing that she hadn't actually taken time to do so in a while. She walked past the receptionist who motioned for her to go on in as she had many times in the past. Stepping in and looking around, her eyes immediately found the man she was looking for and she waltzed on over to where he sat.[br][/br][br][/br]

"Long time, no see, luv," she smirked, knowing that they had just been together a few nights ago. Her eyes moved to the girl standing nearby, who she had seen many times at the nightclub but had never spoken to. Still, Laurel had heard plenty about her family and she was curious about her. "Mercedes, right? You have a good voice," she complimented before turning her attention to the bottle on the table. She motioned a waitress over and asked for a chilled glass, her eyes glancing back to Dorian. "You don't mind, do you?" she purred, crossing one leg over the other.

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All that was for another day though. Today she just needed to get her mind off the damn stone, so she was heading to Dorian's speakeasy. He was known for having the best entertainment and drinks by those who knew about the little spot. Plus, he was great eye candy and she enjoyed flirting with him when she could. As she pulled up to the cleverly disguised club and got out of the car, her heels clicked against the sidewalk. She made a note to check out the art later when she walked into the building, realizing that she hadn't actually taken time to do so in a while. She walked past the receptionist who motioned for her to go on in as she had many times in the past. Stepping in and looking around, her eyes immediately found the man she was looking for and she waltzed on over to where he sat.

"Long time, no see, luv," she smirked, knowing that they had just been together a few nights ago. Her eyes moved to the girl standing nearby, who she had seen many times at the nightclub but had never spoken to. Still, Laurel had heard plenty about her family and she was curious about her. "Mercedes, right? You have a good voice," she complimented before turning her attention to the bottle on the table. She motioned a waitress over and asked for a chilled glass, her eyes glancing back to Dorian. "You don't mind, do you?" she purred, crossing one leg over the other.
 
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Tyler's concern about the trapping spell only increased when Jasper seemed to be clueless about it. "I'm not sure but the spell being on the entire town of New Haven means it's something big. To pull off that spell, they either needed one powerful witch or many witches. Either way, it's not good." he informed his friend, knowing that whoever was keeping them here had a master plan and he was certain the intentions were bad. He knew that he needed to figure out who was doing this and why but he had no ideas where to start. I mean, who would want to keep all the supernatural beings in New Haven of all places?
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Before he could think about it again, his attention was shifted to a girl who sat a couple of seats down. She felt vaguely familiar but he was almost certain he'd never met her before in his lifetime. Her southern accent stuck out as she spoke to them and he couldn't help but grin. "Strong accent. Do you mind me asking where you're from? I can only assume it's not New Haven," he asked curiously. Part of him was on edge, curious about anyone he hadn't seen before that stood out but the other part just found her accent endearing. He noted her very light hair combined with her bright eyes but he still couldn't figure out what was so familiar about her.
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"Put it on my tab. I'll take a bourbon, neat," he said as he looked to his friend and then back to the mystery girl. "I'm Ty. Nice to meet you." he stuck out his hand, not giving his full name as he wasn't sure he could trust her yet. She didn't seem too threatening but if he'd learned anything over his many years as a vampire it was not to judge a book by its cover and you can never be too careful.

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Tyler's concern about the trapping spell only increased when Jasper seemed to be clueless about it. "I'm not sure but the spell being on the entire town of New Haven means it's something big. To pull off that spell, they either needed one powerful witch or many witches. Either way, it's not good." he informed his friend, knowing that whoever was keeping them here had a master plan and he was certain the intentions were bad. He knew that he needed to figure out who was doing this and why but he had no ideas where to start. I mean, who would want to keep all the supernatural beings in New Haven of all places?

Before he could think about it again, his attention was shifted to a girl who sat a couple of seats down. She felt vaguely familiar but he was almost certain he'd never met her before in his lifetime. Her southern accent stuck out as she spoke to them and he couldn't help but grin. "Strong accent. Do you mind me asking where you're from? I can only assume it's not New Haven," he asked curiously. Part of him was on edge, curious about anyone he hadn't seen before that stood out but the other part just found her accent endearing. He noted her very light hair combined with her bright eyes but he still couldn't figure out what was so familiar about her.

"Put it on my tab. I'll take a bourbon, neat," he said as he looked to his friend and then back to the mystery girl. "I'm Ty. Nice to meet you." he stuck out his hand, not giving his full name as he wasn't sure he could trust her yet. She didn't seem too threatening but if he'd learned anything over his many years as a vampire it was not to judge a book by its cover and you can never be too careful.
 
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Taking a final sip from his glass of champagne, Dorian looked down at the crystal with a slight frown. He glanced around the room momentarily, but found no one to be looking in his direction. So, he slid his palm across the side of the glass, causing it to refill with the pale gold bubbly liquid. A small smirk played on the edges of his lips as he took another sip. It was a small display of magic, but it encompassed everything he believed magic should be used for: personal enjoyment. The dark-haired man glanced around the club, admiring how it seemed to be filling almost exponentially with people. While he was a lover of all things pleasure, Dorian was also a businessman. And where there were people, there was money.

A familiar voice sounded from nearby, and the warlock turned to find Sadie standing alongside the purple velour couch. "Ah, Mercedes, I'm looking forward to your performance tonight," he said with a sincere grin, eyes traveling down her body. She looked stunning in that dress, which seemed to hug her curves in all the right places. Dorian took another sip of his champagne before sitting the glass alongside the bottle on the table in front of him. "Things seem to be picking up fairly quickly. So, I would prepare for a full house tonight," he said, gesturing with one hand to the groups of people that were already there as well as those that were just then coming through the mirror door.

Sadie was an interesting case to the warlock, coming from a powerful witchcraft family that had seemed to fall into temptations deemed betraying by the majority of the witch community. Dorian, however, didn't feel the same way. As someone who's entire life revolved around temptations and manipulations, he would have actually had sided with her father on the matter. But, in the end, it most certainly wasn't up to him. Nevertheless, that was one of the reason he gave her the job in the first place. She had an interesting story, and power that he may need in the future. The fact that Sadie was both gorgeous and an amazing singer was just a cherry on top of a witchy sundae.

Heels clicking on the amethyst tile floor signaled them of someone new approaching, causing Dorian to tip back his head towards the sound. Another familiarly beautiful face approached, causing a charming smirk to form on his face as Laurel sat down next to him. "I have the attention of two unfathomably beautiful women tonight? I must be the luckiest man here," he said with a chuckle. After reaching forward to pick up his glass once more, Dorian slid his arm on to the back of the velvet couch behind Laurel's shoulders. "No, I don't mind at all. Help yourself, darling," he said to the witch, gesturing to the bottle. Turning his attention back to Sadie, he asked, "Would you care to join us? A glass of champagne does wonders for nerves before a performance."
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Taking a final sip from his glass of champagne, Dorian looked down at the crystal with a slight frown. He glanced around the room momentarily, but found no one to be looking in his direction. So, he slid his palm across the side of the glass, causing it to refill with the pale gold bubbly liquid. A small smirk played on the edges of his lips as he took another sip. It was a small display of magic, but it encompassed everything he believed magic should be used for: personal enjoyment. The dark-haired man glanced around the club, admiring how it seemed to be filling almost exponentially with people. While he was a lover of all things pleasure, Dorian was also a businessman. And where there were people, there was money.

A familiar voice sounded from nearby, and the warlock turned to find Sadie standing alongside the purple velour couch. "Ah, Mercedes, I'm looking forward to your performance tonight," he said with a sincere grin, eyes traveling down her body. She looked stunning in that dress, which seemed to hug her curves in all the right places. Dorian took another sip of his champagne before sitting the glass alongside the bottle on the table in front of him. "Things seem to be picking up fairly quickly. So, I would prepare for a full house tonight," he said, gesturing with one hand to the groups of people that were already there as well as those that were just then coming through the mirror door.

Sadie was an interesting case to the warlock, coming from a powerful witchcraft family that had seemed to fall into temptations deemed betraying by the majority of the witch community. Dorian, however, didn't feel the same way. As someone who's entire life revolved around temptations and manipulations, he would have actually had sided with her father on the matter. But, in the end, it most certainly wasn't up to him. Nevertheless, that was one of the reason he gave her the job in the first place. She had an interesting story, and power that he may need in the future. The fact that Sadie was both gorgeous and an amazing singer was just a cherry on top of a witchy sundae.

Heels clicking on the amethyst tile floor signaled them of someone new approaching, causing Dorian to tip back his head towards the sound. Another familiarly beautiful face approached, causing a charming smirk to form on his face as Laurel sat down next to him. "I have the attention of two unfathomably beautiful women tonight? I must be the luckiest man here," he said with a chuckle. After reaching forward to pick up his glass once more, Dorian slid his arm on to the back of the velvet couch behind Laurel's shoulders. "No, I don't mind at all. Help yourself, darling," he said to the witch, gesturing to the bottle. Turning his attention back to Sadie, he asked, "Would you care to join us? A glass of champagne does wonders for nerves before a performance."
 
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[br][/br][br][/br]The dress felt satiny smooth over her skin, her legs just barely hidden under the sheer skirt of it. Resting her hands on her thighs, she tilted her head some as Dorian turned his attention to her, offering her a sincere grin. She smiled back at him, glad to think of Dorian as one of her few friends in this damned town. Thanks to decisions beyond her control, her entire future had pretty much been planned for her, and it was bleak. Honestly, Sadie was used to the whispers and the pointed looks. They didn't bother her as much anymore.

[br][/br][br][/br]Of course, there was a small part of her that would always feel mistreated, but that's simply because she was. But that was life, and life wasn't always fair. Her parents were long gone, and long ago Sadie had decided to move on and just live. She'd thought about leaving New Haven, many times. But the fact of the matter was that this was all she knew. New Haven was home, and this is where she would stay. She liked to think of it as a fuck you to whoever didn't like her.

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[br][/br][br][/br]There wasn't any bad blood between them, but Sadie was always careful around people she didn't know very well. Even Dorian, for that matter, among others. Lifting her chin at Laurel's compliment, Sadie could feel her walls lower just a fraction. "Thank you. And yeah, Mercedes." She glanced between them as she helped herself to some champagne. "Most people call me Sadie." When Dorian offered her a glass, she grinned and nodded. "If there were nerves to be had." She winked at him, bending over to accept the glass.

[br][/br][br][/br]Straightening, she looked around the room, taking a sip of the bubbly. Deciding to have a seat on Dorian's other side, she crossed in front of the pair and seated herself next to him, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. "What's been going on?"

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The dress felt satiny smooth over her skin, her legs just barely hidden under the sheer skirt of it. Resting her hands on her thighs, she tilted her head some as Dorian turned his attention to her, offering her a sincere grin. She smiled back at him, glad to think of Dorian as one of her few friends in this damned town. Thanks to decisions beyond her control, her entire future had pretty much been planned for her, and it was bleak. Honestly, Sadie was used to the whispers and the pointed looks. They didn't bother her as much anymore.

Of course, there was a small part of her that would always feel mistreated, but that's simply because she was. But that was life, and life wasn't always fair. Her parents were long gone, and long ago Sadie had decided to move on and just live. She'd thought about leaving New Haven, many times. But the fact of the matter was that this was all she knew. New Haven was home, and this is where she would stay. She liked to think of it as a fuck you to whoever didn't like her.

"Full houses are my specialty." She informed Dorian, her eyes checking him out as well. Although she and Dorian had never had that sort of relationship, she had wondered what it'd be like. She couldn't help but imagine, considering he was one of the few people in town who didn't think of her as dirt on the bottom of their shoe. Her gaze shifted as she heard heels clicking on the floor, spotting Laurel just before she slid into the seat next to Dorian. Any of her previous thoughts disappeared upon seeing the beautiful girl.

There wasn't any bad blood between them, but Sadie was always careful around people she didn't know very well. Even Dorian, for that matter, among others. Lifting her chin at Laurel's compliment, Sadie could feel her walls lower just a fraction. "Thank you. And yeah, Mercedes." She glanced between them as she helped herself to some champagne. "Most people call me Sadie." When Dorian offered her a glass, she grinned and nodded. "If there were nerves to be had." She winked at him, bending over to accept the glass.

Straightening, she looked around the room, taking a sip of the bubbly. Deciding to have a seat on Dorian's other side, she crossed in front of the pair and seated herself next to him, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. "What's been going on?"
 
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[br][/br][br][/br]Mason had heard Mallory's huffing as he'd turned away from him, the resulting chuckle from him echoing from within the closet. He absolutely adored teasing people, and for some reason, Mallory had easily become his favorite. There was something about the girl he loved, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd never dropped the 'l' word around her either; it just wasn't his style. Besides, if for some reason he had to cut ties with the sexy brunette, he needed to be able to make a clean break.

[br][/br][br][/br]Of course, he didn't foresee that day coming, but he always needed to be prepared.

[br][/br][br][/br]Once he was fully clothed and had made his statement about her needing his approval, she'd popped out of the chair and waltzed her sexy ass over to him. He grinned in response, knowing the statement would get to her in the best way possible. He wrapped his hands low around her waist, returning her kiss with a passionate intensity that only lasted a few seconds. "Of course it's fair." He kissed her again, but she disentangled herself from him, purring that she wanted to shower.

[br][/br][br][/br]"Clothes can always be removed." He called after her as he heard the water start. Chuckling again to himself, he headed for the window,prying apart the blinds to peer outside. By now, people should have noticed that they couldn't leave town, and word would spread. Soon there wouldn't be a soul in this wretched place that wouldn't know, and he could practically taste that moment. Letting the blinds snap back together, he turned away from the window. Tonight, he and Mal would do some surveying. See who in the town was starting to question things.

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[br][/br][br][/br]He'd just started to turn away from the window when Mal jumped on him. He had heard her at the last minute, and gripped her legs to keep her up on his back. "You miss that smelly warlock?" Wrinkling his nose, he quickly flipped her around so that she was in his arms in front of him. Peering down at her, he couldn't hide a smirk. "I think someone has a crush." Yet still, he turned to leave the room, heading to the front door of the house they'd rented. "Am I really carrying you all the way across town?"

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Mason had heard Mallory's huffing as he'd turned away from him, the resulting chuckle from him echoing from within the closet. He absolutely adored teasing people, and for some reason, Mallory had easily become his favorite. There was something about the girl he loved, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd never dropped the 'l' word around her either; it just wasn't his style. Besides, if for some reason he had to cut ties with the sexy brunette, he needed to be able to make a clean break.

Of course, he didn't foresee that day coming, but he always needed to be prepared.

Once he was fully clothed and had made his statement about her needing his approval, she'd popped out of the chair and waltzed her sexy ass over to him. He grinned in response, knowing the statement would get to her in the best way possible. He wrapped his hands low around her waist, returning her kiss with a passionate intensity that only lasted a few seconds. "Of course it's fair." He kissed her again, but she disentangled herself from him, purring that she wanted to shower.

"Clothes can always be removed." He called after her as he heard the water start. Chuckling again to himself, he headed for the window,prying apart the blinds to peer outside. By now, people should have noticed that they couldn't leave town, and word would spread. Soon there wouldn't be a soul in this wretched place that wouldn't know, and he could practically taste that moment. Letting the blinds snap back together, he turned away from the window. Tonight, he and Mal would do some surveying. See who in the town was starting to question things.

And in due time, they would strike.

He'd just started to turn away from the window when Mal jumped on him. He had heard her at the last minute, and gripped her legs to keep her up on his back. "You miss that smelly warlock?" Wrinkling his nose, he quickly flipped her around so that she was in his arms in front of him. Peering down at her, he couldn't hide a smirk. "I think someone has a crush." Yet still, he turned to leave the room, heading to the front door of the house they'd rented. "Am I really carrying you all the way across town?"
 
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[div class=text][div=width: 95%; padding-left:1%;]He couldn't believe what Tyler was telling him. He had no clue why someone would want to trap the people of New Haven, not unless they hated supernaturals, but the only ones who would be able to accomplish such a thing would have to be supernatural themselves. Or going against their beliefs and working with someone from another species.
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The thought process going behind this trap was going to drive him insane. He wanted to bash his head against his own bar. He sighed, now annoyed. This was going to start a whole thing in his small town, wasn't it?
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Jasper made to say something in response to the man across from him, but thankfully he was interrupted by a familiar face coming up. He didn't have anything worthwhile to say anyhow. He didn't know the new face too well, but she'd been in town before, having stopped in for a drink or two whenever she was around.
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He gave the blonde a quick nod and with a look at Tyler as their conversation paused, he turned around so he could grab a clean glass off the shelf. Turning back around he grabbed the bourbon. At the vampire's drink request he hummed in response, pausing in his pouring and grabbed a second glass from behind him. Even though it was for a short moment, he relaxed at the familiar nature of doing a job. It was easy and simple.
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It only took another moment before he finished, setting the alcohol to the side. Grabbing a glass in each hand, he put one in front of the blonde and the other in front of Tyler. "Bourbon lemonade and a bourbon, neat." he announced, as he set the drinks down.
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"Anything else I can get either of you?"
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[div class=side_one][div class=textinformation]location[/div]
[div class=textinformation_two]The Grill[/div]
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[div class=textinformation_two]"I'm Elektra."[/div]
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[div class=textinformation_two]Tyler ( jasmichelle jasmichelle ), Jasper ( Anelia Anelia )[/div]
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"Well, I come from Savannah, Georgia, home of the best shrimp and grits in the country. Just passing through New Haven on a couple of jobs," she responded, shrugging a shoulder. She most certainly wasn't going to reveal what her jobs were, not yet anyway. The whole point of going to the bar to begin with was to gain information on her next target while avoiding scaring him off by asking around. "Ty," Ellie said, tilting her head as she appraised him momentarily. Ty could certainly be a shortened name for Tyler, as in the Tyler Harlow she was hunting. But she certainly couldn't be that lucky, could she? "Nice to meet you, Ty. I'm Elektra," the blonde said, putting out her hand to shake his. After doing so, she picked up her drink again and took a sip, leaving a very faint blood red lipstick stain on the rim. "What about y'all? Born and raised New Haveners or tourists like me?"
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It was rather easy to tell that the two were what the humans would call "supernaturals," at least to Elektra. The dark-haired man smelled slightly metallic, like blood that had been exposed to the air for a little too long. So she immediately knew he was a vampire. Ellie personally had a nothing against vampires unlike many others within in her species. She had never been personally injured or wronged by a vampire, so why hate someone that she had no qualms with? Elektra smiled at the drink that was sat in front of her, nodding her head to the bartender. "Thank you, sweet pea," the werewolf said, winking at him with a smile. She took a sip of the cocktail, savoring the sweet and sour flavors before setting the glass back down on the bar top. She pushed her platinum blonde hair back over one shoulder, amber eyes glancing in between the two men curiously.

"Well, I come from Savannah, Georgia, home of the best shrimp and grits in the country. Just passing through New Haven on a couple of jobs," she responded, shrugging a shoulder. She most certainly wasn't going to reveal what her jobs were, not yet anyway. The whole point of going to the bar to begin with was to gain information on her next target while avoiding scaring him off by asking around. "Ty," Ellie said, tilting her head as she appraised him momentarily. Ty could certainly be a shortened name for Tyler, as in the Tyler Harlow she was hunting. But she certainly couldn't be that lucky, could she? "Nice to meet you, Ty. I'm Elektra," the blonde said, putting out her hand to shake his. After doing so, she picked up her drink again and took a sip, leaving a very faint blood red lipstick stain on the rim. "What about y'all? Born and raised New Haveners or tourists like me?"
 
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[div class=bannertext_two]Mallory | Vampire | That Bitch[/div][/div][/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=icon_border][div class=icon_one][/div][/div][div class=tag]scenario: about last night... | mood: positively delightful | location: mason's house > mirage | outfit: here | with: mason, dorian | mentions: laurel, sadie | tags: Goldieloxx Goldieloxx MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat jasmichelle jasmichelle [/div]
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Her legs were still around his waist, and her arms were locked around his neck, and honestly, if she wasn’t already so entertained, she would’ve gone down the path of more intense flirting right then and there. Raising an eyebrow at his smirk, she cooed, “Aww, is someone jealous he doesn’t get all the attention?” Of course, she was the one out of the two of them that was more likely to get jealous about anything, but it seemed Mason was a little more possessive over her than she’d thought.

And yet, he started carrying her out the door anyway, and she laughed as she scrambled to be in a piggybacking position again. “Of course you’re carrying me. Did you think I was kidding? I never kid!” She grinned at her own bluff, pointing off in the direction of Dorian’s club. “C’moooooon! Let’s go let’s go let’s go!!”

By the time she got to the club, she was completely impatient. She leaped off of Mason’s back and rushed into the club, waiting to wreak some havoc.

And, well, seeing that he was already surrounded by women wasn’t surprising. How he allowed either of them to get so close to him was beyond her—she was obviously the better choice of lover.

For a second, she considered her options. Then, she plopped down right on Dorian’s lap and slung her arms around her neck. “Didja miss us, Dorian?”
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[div class=bannertext_two]Frederick | Werewolf | Cinna Roll[/div][/div][/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=icon_border][div class=icon_one][/div][/div][div class=tag]scenario: AH! | mood: worried! | location: outside the library | outfit: here | with: ronnie | mentions: n/a | tags: Skipper Skipper [/div]
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Sitting up, he realized the photo was clutched in the hand of the guy he’d bowled over. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? Uh…” He wasn’t sure how to start helping him up or picking up anything he might have dropped. Ohhhh this was such a mess… Derrik was definitely going to tease him about this later.

He was still getting used to his werewolf senses, so he was sure he’d just embarrassed himself and any other werewolves he’d met in New Haven since the Jackery family had arrived. “I, uh, was chasing after that photo… the wind got it… and well… I wasn’t looking where I was going. Seriously, are you okay?”

Standing up and brushing himself off, he shyly reached for the photo. “Um, do you mind if I take this back? It’s the only one I’ve got with my youngest brother in it…” He surely wasn’t going to elaborate—talking about Rudy always made him sad, and it wasn’t something you immediately told strangers right off the bat. Still, the photo was significant in that it was the only one he had with Rudy in it.

Thank goodness he hadn’t lost it, or it would’ve been a bad day indeed.
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[div class=bannertext_two]Rico | Werewolf | Dummy[/div][/div][/div]
[div class=textcontainer][div class=icon_border][div class=icon_one][/div][/div][div class=tag]scenario: so stupid... | mood: really lost | location: the streets | outfit: here | with: adela | mentions: n/a | tags: Anelia Anelia [/div]
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Rico sighed as he trudged along down the sidewalks of New Haven. He’d made a few loops since leaving his house and bumped into some sort of wall that wouldn’t let him go any further (although there hadn’t actually been a wall…?) and next thing he knew he was halfway across town. How hard was it to find a convenience store? Seriously! If his inability to follow directions was any indication, this would probably take him forever.

Finally, he decided to stop being such a Marlin (he loved Finding Nemo) and instead ask for directions (or a guide). Spotting a young redheaded girl, he approached her. “U-um, hi… Do you have any idea where the nearest convenience store is? I keep getting lost, and I’m really bad with directions… kinda sad for a guy who’s been living here for a few years, right…”

He swallowed nervously, trying not to say anything completely stupid. With luck, this girl wouldn’t be the type to just laugh in his face and turn away, although he wouldn’t have blamed her anyway. It was a bit funny, he had to admit…
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jasmichelle

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Laurel poured herself a glass of the champagne Dorian had out on the table. She let out a little moan in pleasure as she took a sip of the liquid. "Mm, that's one of the better ones I've had here," she smirked. As she swished the liquid around in the glass and listened to Dorian boast about having two women with him. She rolled her eyes playfully before focusing on the girl again, taking a better look. "Why have you never asked her to join us? She seems like fun," she teased him, taking another sip of the champange. [br][/br][br][/br]

Before she could say much else her attention was turned to a very annoying voice approaching the group. Oh, great. The town bitch had arrived in all her glory. Laurel rolled her eyes as Mallory sat down on Dorian's lap, a clear attempt at 'marking her territory'. Instead of making some sort of snippy comment right away, she looked over in Mason's direction. "Mason. You're looking quite delicious today," she said with a wink. Setting her glass down and leaning forwards a bit in her seat to look him over again. She had always gotten a certain enjoyment out of flirting with Mason in front of Mallory. It was fun to get under the girl's skin, even if just a little.[br][/br][br][/br]

If she was being honest, she couldn't quite remember how their tension had started. A fight over something as trivial as a boy? Maybe a spilled drink or an accidental bump into one another? She had no memory of what it was but all she knew was they didn't get along and she most definitely didn't see them getting along in the near future. Her eyes flickered back to Mallory as she hung on Dorian and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips. "So, Mal. I heard the local clinic is doing free testing. Figured you might wanna know," she winked, not being able to help the snarky comment.

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Laurel poured herself a glass of the champagne Dorian had out on the table. She let out a little moan in pleasure as she took a sip of the liquid. "Mm, that's one of the better ones I've had here," she smirked. As she swished the liquid around in the glass and listened to Dorian boast about having two women with him. She rolled her eyes playfully before focusing on the girl again, taking a better look. "Why have you never asked her to join us? She seems like fun," she teased him, taking another sip.

Before she could say much else her attention was turned to a very annoying voice approaching the group. Oh, great. The town bitch had arrived in all her glory. Laurel rolled her eyes as Mallory sat down on Dorian's lap, a clear attempt at 'marking her territory'. Instead of making some sort of snippy comment right away she looked over in Mason's direction. "Mason. You're looking quite delicious today," she said with a wink. Setting her glass down and leaning forwards a bit in her seat to look him over again. She had always gotten a certain enjoyment out of flirting with Mason in front of Mallory. It was fun to get under the girl's skin, even if just a little.

If she was being honest, she couldn't quite remember how their tension had started. A fight over something as trivial as a boy? Maybe a spilled drink or an accidental bump into one another? She had no memory of what it was but all she knew was they didn't get along and she most definitely didn't see them getting along in the near future. Her eyes flickered back to Mallory as she hung on Dorian and she couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips. "So, Mal. I heard the local clinic is doing free testing. Figured you might wanna know," she winked, not being able to help the snarky comment.
 
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Tyler struggled to think of why the girl before him was so familiar. Had he just seen her around when in town? Maybe they crossed paths somehow. It wasn't until the smell of her blood hit him that he realized she wasn't a mere human but a werewolf. This made him scratch his head even more for why he felt such a strong connection to her. He shook the thoughts as Jasper handed them their drinks and she questioned them on if they were from the small town. "I don't currently reside her, no. I did live here many years ago but today I am just dropping in to see some old friends," he motioned to Jasper. [br][/br][br][/br]

He took a sip of his drink, setting it back onto the wooden bar before turning his attention back to her. "Ah, passing through for work? That makes more sense than being here just for pleasure. New Haven isn't exactly the kind of town that brings in flocks of tourists," he commented, with a soft chuckle. "Jasper here owns The Grill," he told her, trying to make small talk. The old him probably would've cornered her already, demanded to know if she was aware or had any part in the spell that was over this damn town. That wasn't him anymore though, he couldn't go around making threats and killing people to get his answers. [br][/br][br][/br]

"I could certainly show you around town if you ever need a guide. I know this town like the back of my hand," he shrugged. He really just wanted to opportunity to see if this girl had any information or was a part of whatever was keeping them here. He pulled out his phone, deciding he should give the heads up about the town spell to Laurel since she was a witch. He'd grown to trust her so he felt she wasn't a part of this and even if she was, at least then she'd know he knew now. He sent the text and looked back up to Elektra and Jasper, knocking back the rest of his drink.

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Tyler struggled to think of why the girl before him was so familiar. Had he just seen her around when in town? Maybe they crossed paths somehow. It wasn't until the smell of her blood hit him that he realized she wasn't a mere human but a werewolf. This made him scratch his head even more for why he felt such a strong connection to her. He shook the thoughts as Jasper handed them their drinks and she questioned them on if they were from the small town. "I don't currently reside her, no. I did live here many years ago but today I am just dropping in to see some old friends," he motioned to Jasper.

He took a sip of his drink, setting it back onto the wooden bar before turning his attention back to her. "Ah, passing through for work? That makes more sense than being here just for pleasure. New Haven isn't exactly the kind of town that brings in flocks of tourists," he commented, with a soft chuckle. "Jasper here owns The Grill," he told her, trying to make small talk. The old him probably would've cornered her already, demanded to know if she was aware or had any part in the spell that was over this damn town. That wasn't him anymore though, he couldn't go around making threats and killing people to get his answers.

"I could certainly show you around town if you ever need a guide. I know this town like the back of my hand," he shrugged. He really just wanted to opportunity to see if this girl had any information or was a part of whatever was keeping them here. He pulled out his phone, deciding he should give the heads up about the town spell to Laurel since she was a witch. He'd grown to trust her so he felt she wasn't a part of this and even if she was, at least then she'd know he knew now. He sent the text and looked back up to Elektra and Jasper, knocking back the rest of his drink.
 
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