Fantasy Welcome To RiverCrest

[Arael]

Welcome to RiverCrest

A small town with an even bigger secret. Being the home to over thirty thousand citizens, some whose families have been around since the very founding with Leon Rivers and several other founding families. But RiverCrest also has a dark history, you see the town was also founded and inhabited by the very creatures you were told to believe as only fairy tales and folklore. Vampires, witches and Werewolves were some of the original settlers of this town, fighting endlessly with the humans and each other for complete dominance until the Black Rose treaty was signed and initiated temporary peace amongst all parties, allowing them.to live in secret and walk amongst the humans and one another without conflict..for however long that would last.

The sun was beginning to set as the back car rode up on the dirt road, crushing the gravel beneath its tires as it moved off of dirt and onto smooth asphalt and eventually pulled into the parking lot of 'The Wishing Glass' a common bar and grill in RiverCrest which was usually packed with students and families around this time as well as the other occupants of the town who normally came out at night, while most came for the food and entertainment others like Damien came for the rather selective menu and assortment of drinks and tonight was a night where he needed a drink, after finishing a job two towns over that involved a "Rouge" who threatened tof expose their very existence so at his father's command he went and handled the problem which was now bagged and gagged in the trunk of his car in a rather heavy sleep.

"Damn new borns, so reckless." Damien's brow furrowed as he pressed his head against the steering wheel before removing his key from the ignition and stepping out of his car, upon stepping out the evening air rushed over his bare arms as he only wore a plain black shirt, and dark jeans with light tears that weren't there the day he put them on and a pair of dark boots which may or may not have dried blood under his heel. But of course the dark haired male paid it no mind as he locked his doors and walked into the bar, the scent of wolves, humans and vamps hit him instantly which was followed by the smell of someone burning something in the kitchen. Damien chuckled softly as he made his way to the bar, nodding at the bartender who was also a vampire. "One red tail." He stated with a smirk as the woman nodded before disappearing into the back.

They all had developed a secret menu of sorts which contained blood laced drinks or even drinks used to nullify the minds of humans in order to feed from them with little resistance ot was underhanded yes but also very convenient for new vampires who were still learning to use their powers. But unlike other nights the bar was surprisingly calm as everyone chatted over dinner or worked on papers, even the occasional couple laughing amongst each other which was a nice change from the evening Damien just had.

[So you guys can be around the bar or the town doing whatever]
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[Rhaine]

Delilah sang. The Wishing Glass held a relaxed crowd within the dusky, warm walls. It was almost a comforting atmosphere. The air clung to her pale skin without affect. Her honeyed voice glided over the song, something that lilted just so. It was a favorite of hers from 1968. Her glossed lips bent over the notes, a quirk of a smile in the corner of her mouth. Still, there was something a little melancholy in her dark, round eyes.

"Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end,"

Though the crowd was pleasant and the night was young, her mind was somewhere else tonight. She swayed her hips from side to side to the beat, her blonde, curly locks shifting, a few loose strands falling over her shoulders. She wore white, as she liked to, and her dangling, silver earrings twinkled in the dim light. Her heavy gaze travelled through the crowd. She sensed Damien's presence before she spotted his dark figure. Delilah gave him a brief look of acknowledgment.

"Then the busy years went rushing by us,
We lost our starry notions on the way,"

The days sometimes seemed to bled amongst the rest. It was one of those days, and Delilah felt like a relic - fragile and terribly old. She sometimes thought that it wasn't right that she had lived so long, frozen as a girl she once was but might not have truly been anymore. She tried to push such thoughts away, pressing a smile against her smooth features and coming near the end of the song with gusto.

"Those were the days,
Oh yes, those were the days."

The last note left her with ease. Her gaze fell.

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[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Rolling her eyes, she nodded to her mothers voice over speaker phone. "Yes mom, I know what dad wants....because he told me right before I even left the site." Her mothers voice rang in her ears about giving her attitude and Indigo laughed at the comment. Her parents were pretty laid back when it came to most normal teenage things. But that was because she wasn't a normal teenager. The Emerson's come from a long line of hunters that are not well known amongst the human population in town. Even though they are responsible for the safety of the town and order amongst the others....they could not tell their secret. For they would be breaking the laws set by her elders, great great great grandfather and those who are not among them.

"Okay...love you bye." She hung up and pulled into the parking lot of the 'The Wishing Glass' bar and grill and parked before turning off the car. As she thought about the orders she was suppose to get, she found laughing slightly. It was comical really. Of course they would be having a celebratory dinner after taking down a vampire that had been causing the town and neighboring towns trouble. Her family was definitely not like the rest here. But she supposed she wasn't the only one. This town was full of strange things. Vampire, werewolves, and witches...oh my! She thought humorously before stepping out of her car and walking towards the grill.

Stepping inside, she noticed that it was considerably busy tonight. Great. Just what she needed. Luckily, she had changed her clothes in the car. She would still have to drive to the site where her parents were currently burying the vamp. But they would be waiting a while if they wanted food from this place. As if it were nothing, she walked up to the bar, where she received a few odd glances. Looking at the nearest bartender, who raised an eyebrow her way, she offered a smile. "Is Tony in?" She asked lightly before he nodded and walked towards the back to fetch him.

Indi tapped her fingers against the counter lightly and looked around. The singer was better than the others that performed here...oh what was her name.....? Delilah. Of course, how could she forget. A vampire she has seen around town more than once. They knew of each other, but she was sure they never actually spoke. She didn't seem terrible. But she was a vampire, it was wrong. "Hey kiddo." She heard a deep baritone voice say behind her. Turning, her curls that were in a messy ponytail whipping her in the face. "Hey Tony, the usual please!" Tony smiled widely, "You got it kid." He said before snapping his fingers and going to the back to get the orders ready.

Tony was a good family friend, and her parents had been getting the same celebratory dinner for years. She was sure that the cooks and the new hires were always prepared on what to make for the Emerson family. Typical of a small town, everyone knows everything....if only they knew the truth.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Acacia Wentworth would be lying if she didn't say she was concerned. The smell of weed wafted into her bedroom, she hadn't even noticed it at first, too distracted with her video games until she finally died after a large kill streak. Her brown eyes narrowed as she set her controller down with a thump, angrily jumping out of the beanie bag she had nestled herself into and flinging open her bedroom door and storming down the hallway, Jake opened his own door to see Acacia storm right past him, he crinkled his nose at the smell and followed after her, both knowing the source.

Acacia flung open Cal's door and the smell was enough to make her blanch it was so strong. Cal scrambled up, sitting up in bed and yanking out his headphones. The room was thick with smoke.

"Agh! Acacia what the hell! Get out of here!" Cal yelled angrily with a trace of panic as Acacia began patting down his sweatshirt searching for weed.

"Are you kidding me? Your stoned. Where is it? Is it on you?" Acacia said as she pulled a small ounce of weed from his back jean pocket.

"Yo! Chill!" Cal said, reaching for the bag with a slight laugh.

"Chill? What is that stoner talk?" Acacia shook her head and scoffed as she tossed Jake the plastic bag of weed who stood at the doorway. "Cal your so cool." Acacia said sarcastically.

Ever since there father was killed by a hit-and-run, Cal had went of the deep end, similar to their mother. Acacia had given him a year but it was time to move on. Being the eldest, it was suddenly her responsibility to try and take care of everyone, she was doing the best she could, but it was never enough. Jake was always brooding, their mother was a drunkard, and Cal was becoming a highschool drop out.

"Come on, we're going for a walk" Acacia said as she opened the window to let some fresh air in. Cal groaned, flicking aside his raven black bangs out of his face to reveal a very disheveled looking Cal.

"What are you doing?" Jake questioned as he followed Acacia and Cal out of her room and down the stairs.

"He's been cooped up in his room all day, he's not Ann Frank." Acacia said as they reached the front door, passing their passed out mother on the couch in the living room.

"That's a terrible idea." Jake lamented as he threw on a leather jacket.

"I'm not taking him to Disneyland, Jake, we're going into town." Acacia replied with a slight smirk as she opened to door. Jake rolled his eyes but followed after them into the dark night.

They didn't live in town, due to the courtesy of her father. He'd wanted to keep as far away from other supernatural as possible. Werewolves and Vampire problems always became Witches problems, so far they managed to avoid them for quite a while. He only did it to protect himself, and his family, and Acacia would do the same. Of course she knew it was dangerous to roam the streets at night. But she was more then capable of defending herself, and keeping her brothers safe. Besides, Cal and Jake needed to get out of the house once and awhile.

A short time later, they were roaming the small town of RiverCrest, Acacia enjoyed it here, despite the other supernaturals. They'd even bought a couple things from the store. Cal slumped behind her and Jake as Acacia made sarcastic remarks and even made Jake chuckle a bit. Acacia had gotten so wrapped up in the moment with her brother, she hadn't even noticed her sixteen-year old brother slip into The Wishing Glass. When she glanced back to see Cak gone, she instantly knew where.

Acacia' heart threatened to leap out of her chest. The Wishing Glass bar was the last place she'd ever want her brother to go at night. She quickly told Jake to go back home. Her fingers dug painfully into her palms before entering The Wishing Glass. She swore she was gonna murder Cal. Her eyes flicked around the room looking for Cal, she threw up the hood of her black sweatshirt and began to search for him before he got himself into trouble that could get him killed or turn him into a human blood bag.
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Arael Rhaine Bellz

 

[Quiznack]

A Crowded Bar && Moonlit Night

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He expected himself to be at another establishment, having spent a few days already within multiple bars this past week. Though he's more of a coffee-shop man, he checked upon the bars to see if there was anything new; bars during the day weren't as active as cafes, but often had pretty intriguing patrons that Jumin wished to, well, converse for his enjoyment. The werewolf DOES hunt, actually, but there's always more to than just roaming the woodlands and seeking prey for entertainment. Plus he just liked talking to another entity in general, adds character.

Jumin had been within the Wishing Glass since the sun had begun to set, comfortably settled in a booth which already had two other werewolf patrons in it. Though as the sky outside faded to a pleasant night, which reflected the atmosphere in the Wishing Glass quite nicely, he was seated with another bunch of werewolf patrons, this time a group of three. He had allowed them to enter the booth, since most of the seats seemed to be preoccupied by the other kinds of folk of Rivercrest; the girls were busy discussing their own things, and the Coppergale only occasionally butted in when he hears something of interest. Most of his attention went to the tonight's entertainment. Delilah.

The song she chose to sing tonight, was quite beautiful, as most of her song choice -- but he could sense a tinge of sadness in her tone. It added a nice touch to the melody actually, gave it feeling. Jumin's lips curved into a half-smile, suppose she's not having one of her decent days...
Apart from the usual scent of alchohol, lady drinks and other beverages laced with whatever the patrons of the bar wanted -- he smelt weed. It was extremely faint, like a tip of a feather tickling his nose. But it was there.
Jumin crinkled his nose and uttered a slightly grossed out noise. Drugs, addictive as they were, irked him. Most of the psychedelics removed him of he really was -- saying from personal experience of course, but that was quite a long time ago.

He refrained from clapping to loudly at Delilah's performance and interrupting the calm but buzzing atmosphere of the bar, so he offered her two thumbs-up in hopes of her seeing it. Probably not, but it's the thought that counts.

Rhaine

 

[JokerValentine]

Addison the Hunter
Interacting with: Bellz

Another day of failure, just like the other days. He had been on the trail of a rather nasty werewolf that day, it having tried to attack a city resident. But Addison was at the right place at the right time, and had wounded the beast in its shoulder, only to have it escape. He chased it for a few miles, only to let it slip through its fingers, its bristles mocking him as it reached safety. For now. "Fuck! Fuck..." and so forth went Addison in frustration, infuriated at his failure. "That mother f*c*er escaped me this time for the love of god! Is he so f88ing stupid that he cannot remember he's injured! Hell, if I had that f**ing luck I'd win the lottery! God!"

But he gave it up, knowing full well he couldn't chase the beast anymore than he had. He was tired. He was hungry. He needed a drink. He needed two, maybe three drinks after all. He was infuriated, and mouthed off about eh luck of the werewolf all the way home, where he washed up and cleaned his dirty feet. He took his clothes off, showered, put on slightly less shitty clothes, shaved, and looked normal for once. As if the other beings were normal, he thought to himself as he put on a collared shirt. Dogs, leeches, maybe hags if they bothered him, they were the problems.

After a short drive into the RiverCrest business district, Addison parked his car, which had a few dents in its once fire-red color scheme from a dumb soccer mom and a werewolf, on the side road. He walked to the bar, the familiar Wishing Glass, the sound of the singer echoing out of it. She was young, perhaps 20 or so. She did a good job, even though she was there nearly every night he was there. But he didn't know, at least for now, who she was. I mean, he knew her last name, but hadn't made the connection.

At his personal stool, as he called it since he was there so often, sat a very young girl. As he approached, he saw her order a drink, perhaps one that she shouldn't be having. "Are you sure she's of age?" he inquired, taking the next seat over from his stool. "You're... definitely not 18. You can't be." Of course Addison tended to be a biot of a fool for the most part, so if he was wrong he would certainly be embarrassed, probably say he was sorry and order her a drink.That was who he was sometimes. He just wanted a drink. He wanted several. He wanted that werewolf on his fucking mantle so that he can laugh at it when he felt down.

 

[Rhaine]

Delilah almost felt weary - if that was possible. She hadn't hunted in a while, and she didn't have any motivation to. She felt the resonance of every pulse in the building, the continuous flow of life through their veins and it held little interest for her at the moment. Her dark eyes rose from the ground beneath her silver-shoed feet to survey the crowd. He was seated close by - the werewolf boy with vibrancy and seemingly constant movement in his limbs. As if to validate her thought, Jumin clapped in the wake of her performance, giving her two thumbs-up. A bit of fondness moved through her. Despite what she may have wished, she couldn't risk to respond too openly amidst the crowd. She gave the slightest of looks, a breath of a smile. It might not have occurred at all - a faint brush, a dream. As always, she was incredibly aware of his presence for the duration of his appearance. She hoped he would stick around long enough for them to chance a word.

She moved from her place with a bounce to her step despite her inner despondency. She always managed to move with the slight semblance of something fluid, like a dance. Her curls swayed with every step. She daintily took a seat atop a bar stool near Damien, leaning against the bar with her usual note of frivolity. The Emerson girl was just a few seats down at the bar, being spoken to by a hunter, one Delilah was not as familiar with. All the same, she knew he must be a hunter. They all smelled the same - so coarse. Her dark eyes found Damien at her side, looking over his features.

"Bad day?" Her words were almost a coo in cadence, and she perked a blonde eyebrow in his direction.

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[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo heard the man's words and a small smirk played on her lips. She turned her head replying with, "I am not ordering a drink, this is also a restaurant...I just know how to get free food." She shrugged lightly looking the man up and down, she could tell exactly where his loyalties lied. He was a hunter, there was something about a supernatural hunter that made them different than the average human being. Sure, they weren't immortal like both of their sworn enemies or even had some sort of supernatural power...but something gave them the agility and strength to take on those beings.

She raised a delicate eyebrow at him, "I assure you that I wouldn't drink even if I was of age." Glancing in every direction she made sure that none of the others heard. Humans really, the vampires and wolves really heard everything..much to the hunters dismay. Making sure she kept her voice lowered, she smirked. "As a hunter, you should know that drinking slows your stamina....thus killing your chance of survival."

"I plan on surviving....so I am simply ordering food." Her eyes looked towards the other faces in the room. They were definitely listening to this...she was sure of it. Not that she had a problem with it. Nothing she was saying was unknown to any other human being. "But most people introduce themselves with a name...." She held out her hand. "Name's Indigo..."

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[JokerValentine]

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Addison simply shook his head at her comments. "For a second I thought you'd be the type to get in trouble. You're already in my chair, and that's a crime enough." It was a simple jest, sorta. He wanted his chair. Yet, how she openly mentioned the fact that he and her were both hunters. "And, if you're going to criticize my choice of beverage, I should criticize your choice of words. The walls have ears, kid, and the successful ones in this world avoid move in silence." The barkeep slid the man his drink, a whiskey, and he took a sip. "The clientele here... they can be what we want and what we don't want. Assuming they're what we don't want is survival."

The man decided to look around again, seeing the singer, the throng of werewolves, though they appeared normal to him, and even the barkeep. "Call me Addison," he said, looking circumspectly before he quickly rolled up his right sleeve, showing a small tattoo that bared his family signet. That way, he honestly portrayed that he indeed was a hunter. And one with a creed, at least. The male then quickly rolled up his sleeve again, hoping that nobody else saw. After all, the walls also had eyes that ought not be looking.

"Perhaps we should use a different word to discuss out business, kid. Does turkey sound a a good substitute? I think it does."

 

[Quiznack]

The back of the werewolf's hair stood slightly up in delight as he swore he glimpsed Delilah send a look to his way. It was nice, having a decent connection with his opposing kind -- but he also must remember to stick to the Pact, just as Lilah did with her's. She always had done it better, though. Jumin sank back into his seat, his gaze surveying the room with immense interest. He understood why she hovered to the section of the bar where most of the vampires were situated, and stopping to talk to one. He squinted at the man she was conversing with, biting his lip as he filtered through his brain for any familiarity -- he certainly recognised him, but he must've met him some particular time ago.

Jumin sighed lightly and dropped it; he should get back to his own pleasures. The girls in the same booth as him were on the topic of their latest hunt, although he piqued his interest he couldn't exactly contribute his own words to the matter and telling them about his own 'adventures' would most likely place him in an awkward situation. He didn't know them, but he would like to, he supposed.
Only half-listening to the current tale of chasing down the prey, and occasionally nodding to show his enthusiasm, he decided to tune-in on the other conversations within the bar.

His ears did catch wind of the tongue of hunters, and he turned slightly in his seat to face the direction where he heard it from. Snippets slowly streamed into his ears, though he hasn't clearly understood what they were saying -- too busy trying to pin-point them out amongst the other chatter in the bar. He managed to narrowe it down to two figures sitting by the bar-top, blending in quite nicely with the other patrons seated near their own stools. One of them he could've known by sight, however the girl was a bit too far for him to see clearly -- the man next to her however, was a stranger. Jumin tilted his head in curiosity, and re-positioned himself so his legs were no longer underneath the booth's table, but on the side of his seat.

The stranger must've been hungry...Jumin so far heard the word "Turkey."
Perhaps he should order something...for himself of course.

 

[Arael]

The bar began to fill even more, but this time with unusual faces as the Wentworth children came rushing in. Usually witches preferred to stay out of areas heavily populated by supernaturals, even the hunters kept a safe distance especially at night when it was lively like this. But the dark haired male paid them no mind as he ordered another round of drinks while Delilah's voice filled the speakers nervous the bar.

She was here every night from what Damien could tell since he made very little stops here but tonight she seemed off..her voice gave it away. It wasn't uncommon for most vampires to feel out of place as time went on but they remained the same, feeling as though they've over stayed their welcome on this world. While Damien never felt that way he wouldn't look down on someone for feeling it.

As the hunters behind him rambled on about keeping silent, and the Wentworth witches tried their best to get in and out without notice the song had ended and Werewolves and Vampires alike applauded Delilah as she walked off stage and was soon leaning against a stool next to his, her question ringing in his head as he searched for the right answer.

"Bad day...yeah I guess you could say that."

He chuckled before downing the last of his drink before ordering two more for them, the events of today still playing over in his head.

"There was a rogue..about two towns over and he ran so I spent my entire day chasing him, but now he's tied up in my trunk waiting for me to kill him...so I guess you could call this a bad day." Damien shook his head slowly as the bartender brought both their drinks.

"What about you? How are you doing?"

Damien had known Delilah long enough to consider her a friend and since they weren't too far apart on the age scale it was fair to say that they'd both been around long enough to see this world change into what it is today and fought enough to know what side their on. But again it always seemed like she had her doubts which worried him a bit.

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[JokerValentine]

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Of course the male could sit still for a second, not one. Not after that idiot dog escaped with its life today. At his own comment, he reacted. Very slowly, he peered around the room, at the singer, at the other occupants. To his astonishment, some had looked his way. Good, he thought to himself, I like the attention. He was a bit paranoid about it all, and thought that the man in the corner with his friends considered him awfully suspicious. But it could just be a feeling, yet a feeling is where everything always begins. He should be a poet. Apparently, shitty verses pay well in coffee shop venues, and he had loads of them to make. It was easy, wasn't it?

Surely blending in had failed, at least on the part of the hunters.. Of course the other patrons, if they were so terrible, had yet to attack. But there were rules to follow, and one of Addison's personal rules was to leave other humans be, and keep them far from this battle, this slaughter. "Here's the thing," Addison said as he swung back, "turkeys like us.... we stick out. Leeches claim it to be our blood, dogs our scent, hags our aura. Me? I think it's fear. Maybe its a human trait they cling to, fear, a reminder that they're not mistakes of nature. " Addison finished his drink and asked for another. He had a tolerance, so he was still pretty conscious.

But it was most notable how nobody had yet made a move. It perhaps wouldn't be long now. After all, how long in stories like these is the peace preserved? Not long, usually, as it's almost like such establishments are beacons for all the characters of this tale to congregate and await the commencement of the action. Maybe Addison should've applied for that poetry position at the local Spark Plugs coffee shop.

 

[Rhaine]

Delilah listened - not just to her dark-haired compatriot, but to the hunter who was speaking to the Emerson girl. Without having to look his way, she knew Jumin was listening as well. She felt the inquisitive tilt of his head from across the room. A smile quirked at the corner of her mouth.

Tut tut...so nosy.

She looked to the bartender when their drinks arrived, giving a quiet, "Thanks, hon."

She turned her eyes to Damien, giving a small hum of acknowledgement. She idly traced the rim of her glass with her fingertip, shrugging as she began to speak. "Oh I don't know...sounds like a good time." It was purely a jest, even if it wasn't presented as such, accompanied by a lightness to her tone and the semblance of a devilish smirk tucked between her teeth. "Me?" She deflated slightly, the tension falling from her shoulders. "You know me, D." She raised a hand, faintly gesturing to the room. "Same old same old."

She turned, glancing at the crowd before her gaze fell to the floor, her voice diminishing to more so resemble a hush. "I've just been thinking lately...Before all this was here, I was singing. Before the people that built this place were here, I was singing. I'm singing now, and I tell you, it doesn't feel much different." There was a beat of heavy silence. She straightened up, shaking her head as if she were discarding the thought.

Her usual bearing returned, and she took a drink, giving a smile. "Look at me, killing your good time." The brief slip in her bravado betrayed that she trusted Damien enough for that, at least. He had caught her at a bad time all the same. She pressed a hand to her head, retaining an expression of mock-disapproval. "What a mope I've become. How did this happen?" There was only a slight edge of humor to her words.

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[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo had never been one to think too deeply about what the weakest part of a hunter was. She was always built up to believe that hunters were just as feared as those creatures from hell that walk the earth. But as she grew up, she began to learn more about the beings....even befriend a few. She understood them. Tony moved out the door and handed her the bags of food behind the counter. "Regardless of what makes us stick out to them...we still have advantages over them that was ripped away without thought." She shrugged softly. This Addison character was quite interesting.

The crest on his arm showed her who and where he belonged and he took his work seriously. Respect? Sure why not. Trust.....well, she didn't really trust anyone...except her parents. He was a little too paranoid about this place. It wasn't like it was suppose to be some big secret....but like he said, the walls have ears and eyes. So...their reputations and alliances have been spread out on the table far before they came along.

Her phone began to buzz in her pocket. 3 vibrations. Her heart skipped a beat. S.O.S. Indi's eyes widened lightly and she stared at her phone in her pocket for a brief moment. Glancing around the place, she kept an eye on the few known creatures that she knew of as she grabbed her phone. It was a distress call...something had gone terribly wrong with her parents.

"Tony, I will be uh...right back." She said as calmly as she possibly could before looking at Addison..."It was a pleasure meeting you." and with that she moved quickly through a crowd of people bumping into them carelessly as she scrambled out the door towards her car.

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[Quiznack]

Location: Parking lot of Wishing Glass
Interacting with: Bellz
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"Have you seen some of the Blackfeathers lately? Heard they're getting rowdy with some of the Silverwinds."

Jumin hummed a soft "hm?" at the query, as his attention was dragged away from eavesdropping. He's heard of the rumours, but never seen action of it, and he would know for he was a close branch of the Silverwind pack. Though the topic was short-lived, having the contributors only skim around it rather than go in-depth. The Coppergale himself only had the minimum himself to add, and perhaps all of them were quite conscious on where they were and who could be listening. He wasn't the ONLY nosy one around here.

Once the conversation moved on to another that Jumin could only nod, grin, and listen to -- his ears returned to its previous task. Lilah's voice, tone always that soft like that, was speaking of what he figured was a common feeling. Long-age had its major ups and downs, especially with how most of the vampires lived centuries longer than werewolves. If Jumin had a drink in front of him right now, he would've sipped it for effect while he was thinking -- instead he stroked the fringes on his forehead. 'It can get so lonely and miserable at time, though they're always ways to counteract that.'

His elbow was slightly knocked at when one of the girls burst into a giggling fit, and the finger that was stroking his hair hit his eyelid. He voiced his distress in a playful manner, before nudging the other with the same elbow. After that though, they all seemed to turn their attention to a female figure hurrying her way out of the bar. The brunette sitting across him uttered a huff before starting another conversation, this time about the issue of traditional mating. Jumin's brow raised and he proceeded to insist to back out from this one, but of course, he'll butt back in somehow.

However he was curious and was even tempted to tail the girl, just to confirm the gnawing suspicion that he DID know her. But it looked like if he intervened now, he would be in the way of whatever she had to do, and whatever it was seemed urgent, with the way she weaved towards the exit. Jumin mentally shrugged to himself. Not his problem exactly, because now he's thought of it, he should do it -- as if he had anything else better to do. Delilah's performance was finished, and one of main reasons why he came anyway.

Jumin stood up from his booth, waved a tearful farewell to the girls before jogging to catch up with her. The jog took only a few seconds, since he intentionally used his enhanced agility, and he managed to spot her by her car. He slowly approached her, hoping to not give her a fright, but with the scent she emitted...a hunter shouldn't be too afraid.

"Hey -- hello!" He called to her, flapping his hand in a gesture of greeting.
Oh she did look familiar now.

 

[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo had only a few moments to get her things together and get to her parents. Her mind was of course assuming the worst and she had to shake her head once to try and physically clear it. She opened the trunk to her car quickly and felt for the handle on the bottom. Grabbing it, she pulled up the carpeting to reveal a weapons stash.

She grabbed the belt that was loaded with stakes, a hand gun with silver bullets and a few other extra things. Buckling it around waist, she quickly shrugged on the black over coat that was stowed away. She threw her hair up into a pony tail before she heard a voice greeting her from behind. Turning with a gasp, she quickly shut the trunk without even closing the secret weapons stash. Her eyes narrowed slightly to see who had followed her. Werewolf. Relatively harmless for the most part...at least at the moment.

"I'm sorry I really can't talk at the moment." She murmured as she brushed past him quickly before pulling her car door open.



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[JokerValentine]

Quiznack Arael Bellz Rhaine

With the musical performance finished, Addison had thoroughly enjoyed his short time at the bar. However, as he began to know more about this girl, her phone rang. Surely it was important business, but what type of business may that be? Surely none of his, that was for sure. If he weren't paranoid, that'd be the last thing he'd see of her. However, just as the thought of this underage girl escaped his mind, one of the clientele stealthily escaped the bar, seemingly after her. It was suspicious. Maybe he was that lucky dog that escaped him earlier, drinking a pint or two as if he was proud he was alive. And as he had been looking in on their conversation too, it was a bit suspicious. And of course it was a huge leap of faith to make that the girl was in danger, but maybe not.

Addison calmly paid his tab, leaving no tip, and passed by the singer once more. He casually placed the dollar on the speaker beside her setup as he left. She wasn't terrible tonight, and that's always pleasant. he hated having some wannabe rockstar in the back of the bar singing songs as if they were in the shower. But she at least had the decency to sing well. She was also busy interacting with someone else, and he'd hate to interrupt. As he left, however, a younger girl made her way into the bar. She reeked of some substance, but he couldn't quite recognize what it was. However, she stood in his way as he entered, and so he gingerly pushed her shoulder to the side. "Excuse me," he said somewhat rudely as he made his way to the door.

Outside, he looked around for any trace of the girl, of which she was nowhere to be found. It was getting a bit dark now, and soon the ghoulish fiends would run amok. He didn't want either of them to be out there. After all, turkeys of a feather flock together. He should stop using that name. It was stupid and it was obvious.

 

[Arael]

Damien shook his head lightly as Delilah joked about his evening. "I suppose those are as good as they get, but this was the fifth one in the last three days, I'm starting to think someone's just turning humans for fun." He stated quietly as he spun the glass in his fingers before turning to face the blonde again as she spoke, this time with the same feeling Damien had gotten from her earlier.

"Hmmm another midlife crisis, Lilah?" The dark haired male smiled as he rose from his seat but wasn't able to enjoy his joke as he noticed both the hunters rushing out, followed by a werewolf as his phone began to ring, it was Lazarus.

"What is it now?" Damien's tone shifted to a rather annoyed one as he answered the phone.

"Well hello to you too sunshine, one of our witches got word of a group of vamps and renegade wolves fighting not far from town and apparently two hunters got in the middle of." Lazarus stated before going silent again.

The dark haired male sighed heavily before nodding softly before speaking again. "I'm on my way now." And with that he ended the call before looking back at Delilah who obviously heard the whole conversation and gave her a satisfied smirk as he slid his phone into his pocket.

"I gotta go handle some business out near Silverwind territory, before anyone else gets involved." He whispered to keep the other wolves and vamps from hearing but before Damien left he gave her a warm smile before placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Have a drink, feed, and get laid woman! It's not the end of the world yet..we've been through too much for you to start giving up on me now." He spoke in a more friendly tone while playfully shaking the blonde vampire. "You're more than welcome to come with me but I gotta go now."

He nodded a thanks to the bartender beforehand rushing off, bumping into one of the Wentworth boys, he reeked of marijuana and the closer contact made Damien's nose burn as he pushed the male to the side and looked over at the other two kids. "Get him out of here unless you want me to deal him." Of course it was a bit harsh but Damien was stressed out at the moment as he walked out the bar and into the parking lot.

Rhaine Ms. Sparrow

 

[Rhaine]

The world kept on spinning around Delilah, and she could only observe. The Emerson girl, Indigo, rushed out the door with hurried, frantic step. Delilah gave an inaudible huff. If she hadn't been listening to their conversation, she would've thought the hunter Indigo was speaking to had offended her, maybe said something crude, maybe made a pass. She listened as Damien took a call, though her attention was really on Jumin as he trailed the Emerson girl. Her dark gaze found his retreating form as he passed through the exit. What was he after? Delilah couldn't recall ever seeing the two of them interact. She was more than a little curious, and a pang of disappointment passed through her. She had hoped he would have stuck around a little longer.

Delilah's attention was brought back to Damien as he finished his call. At his words and the cool touch on her shoulder she gave a genuine smile. She tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. "Oh, Damien, you always know what to say. Sure I'll tag along. It sounds like a ball. Goodness knows I don't have anything better to do." She gushed, looking up at him through her lashes playfully. The hunter that had previously been speaking to the Emerson girl brushed past her, and he caught her dark gaze. She watched as he placed a dollar near her setup. Her blonde brow knitted briefly, though not unkindly. Her interest was captured, and she watched as he followed after Indigo and Jumin.

Gosh, is there a party going on that I don't know about?

As Damien began to make his way out, she collected the tips at her setup, tucking them away. She followed with quick, dainty step, her shoes making muffled clicking sounds against the floor. She came out into the parking lot, and she was free from the stimuli of the bar. The heady evening air smoothed over her features and almost thrilled her. She stayed close to Damien, though her gaze moved over the hunter, who seemed to be looking for someone, and Jumin, who was speaking to Indigo as she made her way into her car.

Arael Quiznack JokerValentine Bellz

 

[Bellz]

Indigo Emerson

Indigo turned quickly as she heard more footsteps. Great. More people. And not just any people, Addison and the two vampires that were inside the bar and grill. This is not a coincidence. She immediately thought and she knew something was horribly wrong. She looked towards Jumin for a moment before glancing at Addison. "You know something I don't." She said with an accusing tone which was directed towards Damien.

She definitely didn't have time for any of this. Growling, she turned her head and moved into the driver's seat of her car. She was absolutely sure that she would be seeing all of these individuals soon.They must have all gotten similar distress calls. Her heart leaped in her chest. That means that there was most likely a werewolf and a vampire. Her parents were skilled hunters....but they were still humans. Fragile compared to the brute strength of those beings. She started the car without looking up and put the car into drive.

She pulled out of the parking lot before speeding down the street towards the coordinates that were sent to her. Her foot didn't let up on the gas as she was pushing almost 100 miles per hour. The roads were empty, which was usual when getting farther and farther from the middle of town, but it was eerie.

Indigo wondered exactly what she was going to find when she pulled up and if those others were involved in this somehow. Please be okay..She thought as she kept a intense focus on the road in front of her.


Quiznack JokerValentine Arael Rhaine Ms. Sparrow

 

[Quiznack]

LOCATION: Parking lot outside Wishing Glass
Interacting with: Rhaine Arael JokerValentine

Spoiler: OOC NOTE

I was already writing this before Bella and Rhaine responded so I had to include them -- also I intentionally didn't include Addison in Jumin's line of sight, but I know he's there xD.

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Jumin's smile faltered but only faintly. He had expected that reaction, of course. but at least she didn't just drive off without speaking to him.
The cool air felt surprisingly soothing on his skin, forming goosebumps on his neck as his he moved his hand to rub it.
However when she turned back away from him to enter her car door, he caught a glimpse of the utility belt wrapped around her waist before being hidden by her cloak once more.

The Coppergale's brow quirked, interest evident on his face than actual concern.
"Ah yeah, 'course. You hunters are always either lumbering about for fun or in a busy rush, aren't you?" He chuckled as he stood his ground. No point on stopping her since he had no qualms against her, nor did he want to start one. "Just wanted to say that I've seen you before! Would recall the thing but you're gonna drive off anyway -- try not to get killed while you're at it. Rivercrest needs some younger hunters than the usual serious, wizened ones."

As much as Jumin wanted to ramble on, his head turned sharply to the sound of shoes stepping on the gravel of the car park. Jumin's shoulders relaxed, as if it was even tense before, as he realised it was just Lilah and another vampire -- the same man she had been talking to within the Wishing Glass. Oh wonderful, he's recognising a lot of folks today, fortunately now that he could see them properly. Though he may not know the huntress' name, he did know of the man accompanying Lilah; Damien, wasn't it?
Damien...
Dami...
Dam-it.

What a funny pattern his name could make.

It was too late for the werewolf to stop the grin from widening once more on his face as he nodded in greeting -- more so directed at Delilah. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it just in time before a playful remark could slither out. He wouldn't be just speaking to her -- there was another vampire present.
Jumin pulled back in surprise when he heard the engine of the huntress' car roar, and watched her race off with a hand hovering above his temples. Did they scare her off? Well, it wouldn't be a surprise -- but a shame really.

 

[JokerValentine]

Quiznack Arael Bellz Rhaine

With the young huntress speeding off at a furious speed, Addison was all alone with the creature, well suspected. He had no proof, that was, until he spoke so terrible about the Hunters. The way he mentioned them... maybe he was right after all. He couldn't be a human, most likely, as hunters were a fairy tale to them. But the way he mentioned his kind, it angered him. "Y'know" Addison interjected quickly, seeing as others were making their way out of the bar to watch the show, "In some places you'd be arrested. You of all people should know that that's not how you pick up women, stalk them to their car and ask to go in. Of course, if you knew any better you'd be able to tell yourself that."

All thought of the idiot wolf that escaped him left his mind. He had his eyes set on a new prize, but for now this hunter was going to bank on the hope the wolf was no wiser to his true whereabouts. "It's a nice night out, don't you think? I think it is. I like how the full moon feels. Or maybe it's just the aura of the darkness." The funny thing was, it wasn't even a full moon, but Addison didn't care. He was there just to gather proof, to inquire so as he could make his aggressive move and get some new carpet. His parents could use one in their beach house. Or maybe some nice cutlery, as vampire fangs were useful. Of course, leeches deserved to have their fangs broken off and then mauled with. But that's another story.

Addison reached into his pocket, fumbling for something to use. He had some cigarettes, a ticket to a concert he went to last week, a clove of garlic, and his favorite, his silver brass knuckles. He left his gun at home, a custom stake gun that he found. Of course he didn't have time to go home and get it. Addison turned to the arriving company. "Oh, and you can go back inside. Just asking someone a few questions, not a big deal, right kid?"

 

[Arael]

Damien watched the short interaction between the hunters and the werewolf, who also seemed to be involved in the situation and of course the wolf had to escalate things with a smart comment which obviously set the male hunter off. While the Emerson girl set her sights on Damien, accusing him of knowing something which he obviously did but had no intention of sharing it with her or any of them.

She soon pulled out of the parking lot in a hurry, Damien's eyes were glued to her car before it vanished in the distance leaving the four of them standing in the parking lot.

'Jumin coppergale..of fucking course.'

Damien narrowed his eyes at the wolf as he noticed a the boys expression towards Delilah. The dark haired male chuckled softly as he unlocked his car door and walked over slowly and grabbed his desert eagle mark xix handgun which was fully loaded with silver bullets, deadly to werewolves and humans but in this case he wouldn't be picky as to who they hit.

He made sure the safety was off before walking back to Delilah and eyeing both the hunters and Jumin with his weapon in clear view. "Now sir you may be a stranger to RiverCrest but I'm sure your profession has exposed you to many different things..but here there's no unnecessary violence so I suggest you both move along as I have business to attend to and a full clip with your names on it if you're feeling bold." He smiled and let his finger roll over the trigger before tilting his head lightly and smiling enough to expose his fangs.

"We're not gonna have an issue are we?"

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Acacia frantically pushed her way through the crowd, her head turning from side to side, the tavern reeked of alcohol, and she could easily spot out some familiar faces, some werewolves, then of course there was Damien chatting at the bar with Delilah, another vampire. Any time a supernatural would so much as look at her, she'd give them a small migraine, murmmering a spell under her breath. She didn't want any supernaturals getting the wrong idea that she was some witch for hire or anything. She'd have no part in it.

Acacia manage to find Cal just in time to see Damien bump into him, Cal sloshed his drink unto himself, he glared angrily at Damien. "Hey!" Cal yelled angrily, "Watch it dick!" Cal spat, looking down at his wet sweatshirt.

Acacia flared up in rage. Pissing off a bunch of supernaturals, not great. Especially a vampire such as Damien. The alcohol in Cal's glass burst into flames, Cal yelped and dropped the glass with a thunk. Acacia smacked the side of forehead before grabbing his arm and dragging him back outside. It seemed like a group of people were gathering outside, Damien, Delilah, some hunters, etc.

Cal scowled as Acacia pulled him away from the group down the sidewalk. "I was just getting a drink. It's not like someone was gonna brazenly eat me." Cal grumbled.

Acacia laughed. "What do you think vampires drink dumbass? Bambi? St. Bernard? The chipmunk named Joe?"

Cal scowled.

"Oh! Or what about a werewolf that can't control himself yet, what do you think they go for? Purina Dog Chow? Think Cal!" Acacia shook her head as they hastily made there way down the sidewalk. She couldn't afford to loose another family member. Her brothers were all she had.

"Okay! Damn! I'm sorry, is that good enough for you?" Cal shook his head angrily before taking a step into the road to cross the usually empty street, where a car that was speeding at almost 100mph was zooming right down the path.

"Cal!" Acacia screamed in warning.

And it would have been too late if she hadn't acted. Without even thinking, Acacia waved her hand and Cal was launched backwards into the air, slamming unto the sidewalk. They were a safe distance away from the bar, so she wasn't worried they attract attention. Acacia ran to her unconscious brother in a heap, instantly checking for a pulse.

Arael Bellz

 

[Quiznack]

COPPERGALE

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Location: Parking lot of the Wishing Glass
Scenario: Something's going down, no-one's yelling "Timbur!!"
With: Rhaine || Arael || JokerValentine

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While brushing invisible particles that's apparently been left by the vehicle's retreating smoke, he returned his attention to Lilah and Damien, and to his surprise, another man had actually approached. What was going on with Jumin's senses tonight? One minute he could hear footsteps clearly, and the next minute it seemed as if he didn't even catch the new stranger's noise. But boy, did he catch a whiff of his scent.

A serious, wizened hunter. Not exactly wizened, he looked pretty young, but the serious part could be correct.

"In some places you'd be arrested. You of all people should know that that's not how you pick up women, stalk them to their car and ask to go in. Of course, if you knew any better you'd be able to tell yourself that."

The Coppergale raised his eyebrows in alarm at the accusation of the unknown man.
"I wasn't doing anything like that, really! Did I look that suspicious?" Jumin protested, the question in the end being said more to himself than the other. He needed to stop and just walk away right now --Apologise, then skedaddle. He could sense that the hunter was planning something, what it was, Jumin didn't want to know. Why couldn't he enjoy a night's peace for once, without a hunter butting in to soil such a decent mood? He's a werewolf, he deserved atleast that much...

But the hunter seemed like a fun guy actually. Brush off the passive-aggressiveness and Jumin would be entertained for another few minutes until something "breaks". The casual transition was alright, he benefited from it. Yet he was slowly anticipating something.

"It's a nice night out, don't you think? I think it is. I like how the full moon feels. Or maybe it's just the aura of the darkness."

Jumin exaggerated the roll of his eyes to the side, the wide grin plastered on his face before shrunk to a little smile. Cute small-talk, he supposed.
"Whatever floats your boat, yeah?" He remarked. Jumin was being cautious unlike with the huntress, this one would know what he's doing, and probably had been doing it for many years.

The Coppergale was occupied with watching Damien head over to his car to notice the hunter fumbling with whatever he had taken out of his pocket. Eyes widened as the vampire returned with a firearm in hand, and Jumin almost barked out a laugh. Luckily he held it in, given the pretty serious situation at the moment.

"Now sir you may be a stranger to RiverCrest but I'm sure your profession has exposed you to many different things..but here there's no unnecessary violence so I suggest you both move along as I have business to attend to and a full clip with your names on it if you're feeling bold."
"We're not gonna have an issue are we?"

Jumin raised his arms up in mock-surrender, shaking his head.
"Guess hunters aren't the only ones so busy, huh? Gosh, Damien! We weren't gonna start anything -- well, I wasn't anyway. Put the gun away but keep the smile."

What a turn of events, made even more comical for Jumin, with Delilah watching by the side-line.

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