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[Tyche]

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New Orleans, Louisiana

The French Quarter
Vieux Carre Historic District

MONDAY

Thunderstorms Early

High/Low
85°/74°

Precipitation
100%

Wind
SE 6 mph

Humidity
91%

TUESDAY

Scattered Thunderstorms

High/Low
84°/76°

Precipitation
40%

Wind
ESE 8 mph

Humidity
80%

WEDNESDAY

Scattered Thunderstorms

High/Low
86°/76°

Precipitation
50%

Wind
SE 7 mph

Humidity
76%

THURSDAY

PM Thunderstorms

High/Low
86°/76°

Precipitation
60%

Wind
SW 7 mph

Humidity
76%

FRIDAY

PM Thunderstorms

High/Low
86°/76°

Precipitation
60%

Wind
WSW 7 mph

Humidity
74%

SATURDAY

Partly Cloudy

High/Low
88°/77°

Precipitation
20%

Wind
ESE 9 mph

Humidity
71%

SUNDAY

Partly Cloudy

High/Low
87°/77°

Precipitation
20%

Wind
E 13 mph

Humidity
75%

New Orleans, Louisiana The French Quarter

All that come to New Orleans are looking for a thrill, whether it's Mardi Gras or the Voodoo Music & Arts Experience, with bags packed, wallets half-full, and stomachs half-empty. With grand festivals and even grander feasts, New Orleans, Louisiana is the place to be for the young-at-heart who wish to explore the world and find true happiness that pairs with independence. Under sunlight, many tourists pass through the streets with a cheerful guide that seems to know every little tidbit about the city. They tell you about Hurricane Katrina and how the parts of the city developed before the late 19th century the French Quarter remained substantially dry. That guide, who just so happens to own a little herbal shoppe at the end of the city, will tell you all about how World War II brought thousands of servicemen and war workers to New Orleans. The war produced a larger, more permanent presence of exotic risqué, and often raucous entertainment on the most famous strip: Bourbon Street. In the sun, Bourbon Street was all glamour and decadence, but at night, well, that was when the fun really began.

Those that have been engraved within New Orleans (their parents were born there and their grandparents were born there), know that the secrets run deep under the streets. Werewolves pass through every now and then, straying from their pack for a cold beer in the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Vampires come and go, usually looking for a few unsuspecting victims to help them with a side project or two. The Witches are the ones that run The French Quarter. They watch over the humans who are looking for a cheap thrill and make sure they don't run into a hungry vampire or a naughty wolf. Their power runs deep beneath the soil and every now and then they are faced with a dilemma that could rip apart New Orleans.

As of late, more and more Vampires have come through the area. The Witches believe it has something to do with a certain Original that has taken refuge in an old manor in the middle of the city. She hasn't bothered anyone just yet, but the streets have become uneasy as Vampires lurk within the shadows. No human has been harmed since her arrival, but who could truly trust an Original with a thousand year old hunger that follows her and her siblings wherever they go. The Witches have been meeting more and more often, watching, waiting, and hoping that something happens soon before they all lose their minds. It's not everyday that vampires, werewolves, and witches all come to the same city to do their dirty work. Conspiring can happen all across the world, so why was everyone coming to New Orleans, Louisiana? It certainly wasn't for the food or the mimes that walked down every fake flight of stairs that appeared in their vicinity. Though, those are some pluses when coming to the French Quarter. However, if even the Witches can't understand what the appeal is for every species then what is driving everyone to hop on a bus, a train, or a plane and come here. Something is tilted the Balance of Nature and the Witches are biting their nails at this point. Not even the Ancestors can give them insight on what is in store for the French Quarter.

It's Monday night, thunderclouds roll through, but no rain has paved the streets. It's about the time where the bands begin to pack their bags and the one-street-wonders stay out, rattling their hats for cash in exchange for a tune or two. Any tourists have congregated into the bar or they have decided to stay out at one of the many nightclubs that hide between establishments, with only a small neon sign to alert people of their presence. Not many people are out on the streets, not with a storm rolling through, but those that do either have a purpose or are ready to conspire. In the middle of the city, the old manor sits, locks upon it's gates and no lights indicating that the eldest Original inhabits it's walls at this time of night.

There are whispers of war. There are mentions of deceit. If one Original comes then won't they all?

Intro Post Uncoded

The French Quarter
All that come to New Orleans are looking for a thrill, whether it's Mardi Gras or the Voodoo Music & Arts Experience, with bags packed, wallets half-full, and stomachs half-empty. With grand festivals and even grander feasts, New Orleans, Louisiana is the place to be for the young-at-heart who wish to explore the world and find true happiness that pairs with independence. Under sunlight, many tourists pass through the streets with a cheerful guide that seems to know every little tidbit about the city. They tell you about Hurricane Katrina and how the parts of the city developed before the late 19th century the French Quarter remained substantially dry. That guide, who just so happens to own a little herbal shoppe at the end of the city, will tell you all about how World War II brought thousands of servicemen and war workers to New Orleans. The war produced a larger, more permanent presence of exotic risqué, and often raucous entertainment on the most famous strip: Bourbon Street. In the sun, Bourbon Street was all glamour and decadence, but at night, well, that was when the fun really began.

Those that have been engraved within New Orleans (their parents were born there and their grandparents were born there), know that the secrets run deep under the streets. Werewolves pass through every now and then, straying from their pack for a cold beer in the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Vampires come and go, usually looking for a few unsuspecting victims to help them with a side project or two. The Witches are the ones that run The French Quarter. They watch over the humans who are looking for a cheap thrill and make sure they don't run into a hungry vampire or a naughty wolf. Their power runs deep beneath the soil and every now and then they are faced with a dilemma that could rip apart New Orleans.

As of late, more and more Vampires have come through the area. The Witches believe it has something to do with a certain Original that has taken refuge in an old manor in the middle of the city. She hasn't bothered anyone just yet, but the streets have become uneasy as Vampires lurk within the shadows. No human has been harmed since her arrival, but who could truly trust an Original with a thousand year old hunger that follows her and her siblings wherever they go. The Witches have been meeting more and more often, watching, waiting, and hoping that something happens soon before they all lose their minds. It's not everyday that vampires, werewolves, and witches all come to the same city to do their dirty work. Conspiring can happen all across the world, so why was everyone coming to New Orleans, Louisiana? It certainly wasn't for the food or the mimes that walked down every fake flight of stairs that appeared in their vicinity. Though, those are some pluses when coming to the French Quarter. However, if even the Witches can't understand what the appeal is for every species then what is driving everyone to hop on a bus, a train, or a plane and come here. Something is tilted the Balance of Nature and the Witches are biting their nails at this point. Not even the Ancestors can give them insight on what is in store for the French Quarter.

It's Monday night, thunderclouds roll through, but no rain has paved the streets. It's about the time where the bands begin to pack their bags and the one-street-wonders stay out, rattling their hats for cash in exchange for a tune or two. Any tourists have congregated into the bar or they have decided to stay out at one of the many nightclubs that hide between establishments, with only a small neon sign to alert people of their presence. Not many people are out on the streets, not with a storm rolling through, but those that do either have a purpose or are ready to conspire. In the middle of the city, the old manor sits, locks upon it's gates and no lights indicating that the eldest Original inhabits it's walls at this time of night.

There are whispers of war. There are mentions of deceit. If one Original comes then won't they all?

 

[Tyche]

FENRIS HOULT

A young brunette ducked into the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant, the collar of his leather jacked gripped tightly between calloused fingers and pulled tautly to shield his bare neck from the drizzle that had begun outside (outfit). He shook his shoulders roughly in order to rid his new jacket from any premature water damage. The restaurant side was busy for dinnertime, but Fenris was more worried about finding a seat on the bar side, which was where he had been spending most of his nights since his arrival into town last Wednesday. The light fixtures dimmed slightly as he made his way over towards the bar. He passed by a few tourists drinking loudly by the pool tables, but he paid them no mind as he slid into a seat and silently called the bartender over with the wave of his hand. He order a scotch, neat, and stared down at the mahogany wood beneath his elbows. Fenris' thought back to the journey from Massachusetts to Louisiana. He had done it all on foot (or paw, if you want to be technical) and it taken him much longer than he'd like to admit.

As a vampire-werewolf hybrid, Fenris was much faster than most of his brethren, but his dark thoughts had begun to hinder his abilities. His strength was waning and his speed was not as good as it once was. Fenris wants to believe it's just his mind playing tricks on him, yet deep down, he knows he has begun to lose all motivation to continue on with this lonely life.

"Here you are sir," the bartender interrupted the man's raging thoughts, setting the liquor down as Fenris' neck snapped up to flash the woman a half-assed smile. He mumbled something similar to a thank you and took a long swig from his drink, the burnt orange liquid tingling his throat just ever so slightly. Liquor never did do anything to his hybrid body other than make him want to drink wolfsbane instead. It was god awful tasting and smelled ten times worse, but it would have to do for now. The young man had been secretly tailing the bigshot Original. He had been following her minions, watching her house, even going as far as conspiring with a few wolves around the area. Nobody knew what she was up to and that drove Fenris mad. If she was here then it was a possibility that her no good, bastard brother was nearby. She hadn't necessarily gone anywhere worthwhile today so Fenris decided to end his night here, at the Half Moon Bar with an empty glass and a cloud over his head even bigger than the one looming outside over Bourbon Street.

Fenris Post

A young brunette ducked into the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant, the collar of his leather jacked gripped tightly between calloused fingers and pulled tautly to shield his bare neck from the drizzle that had begun outside. He shook his shoulders roughly in order to rid his new jacket from any premature water damage. The restaurant side was busy for dinnertime, but Fenris was more worried about finding a seat on the bar side, which was where he had been spending most of his nights since his arrival into town last Wednesday. The light fixtures dimmed slightly as he made his way over towards the bar. He passed by a few tourists drinking loudly by the pool tables, but he paid them no mind as he slid into a seat and silently called the bartender over with the wave of his hand. He order a scotch, neat, and stared down at the mahogany wood beneath his elbows. Fenris' thought back to the journey from Massachusetts to Louisiana. He had done it all on foot (or paw, if you want to be technical) and it taken him much longer than he'd like to admit.

As a vampire-werewolf hybrid, Fenris was much faster than most of his brethren, but his dark thoughts had begun to hinder his abilities. His strength was waning and his speed was not as good as it once was. Fenris wants to believe it's just his mind playing tricks on him, yet deep down, he knows he has begun to lose all motivation to continue on with this lonely life.

"Here you are sir," the bartender interrupted the man's raging thoughts, setting the liquor down as Fenris' neck snapped up to flash the woman a half-assed smile. He mumbled something similar to a thank you and took a long swig from his drink, the burnt orange liquid tingling his throat just ever so slightly. Liquor never did do anything to his hybrid body other than make him want to drink wolfsbane instead. It was god awful tasting and smelled ten times worse, but it would have to do for now. The young man had been secretly tailing the bigshot Original. He had been following her minions, watching her house, even going as far as conspiring with a few wolves around the area. Nobody knew what she was up to and that drove Fenris mad. If she was here then it was a possibility that her no good, bastard brother was nearby. She hadn't necessarily gone anywhere worthwhile today so Fenris decided to end his night here, at the Half Moon Bar with an empty glass and a cloud over his head even bigger than the one looming outside over Bourbon Street.

 

[SatanicBamnana]

〖Astrid Eira De Sauvet〗
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"I am not at war with my family because I hate them... Family is war, no matter what you still love each other, even if your one wish is to rip their heart out."
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If there was one place Astrid would be, New Orleans was it. The place was bustling with life, tourists showed up regularly, and local teens got just a little too reckless. It was the perfect place for vampires, a never failing fertile feeding ground. A few tourists go missing, no one really noticed. The loud block parties and rumbling streets drowned out the sounds of screams in the darkest of alleys. But for Astrid, it wasn't just the feeding and the parties, it was the diversity. Here, there were quite a few witches she was fond of, or at least, ancestors she was fond of. She hadn't been in New Orleans in a few decades, give or take a century. A lot had changed, and she had to re-orient herself with her surroundings. But she made short work of it, and got herself immersed in the human world.

Astrid held her rain coat over her as she ran at a rather human speed towards the Half moon Bar. In this new life, she was Astrid Eira, a young, struggling college student working bars during the night to make ends meet. Truth be told, Astrid was far from struggling. She could probably buy New Orleans if she truly wished, but keeping an average human appearance and demeanor kept her from being discovered.

She reached the bar, and pretended to be catching her breath as she walked inside, putting her Jacket on a hook in the back. "Sorry I'm late... Evening classes ran a little longer than I expected." She said, a hint of an English accent present in her voice. She did so love to spent a few centuries in the UK, often times picking up on accents and having to try and break herself of them when she moved to a new place.

She took out a black hair tie and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, her face had only minimal makeup as she changed into non-slip shoes and put her name tag on, heading behind the bar to tend to people's drinks. She often played the part of a human well, clumsy enough to drop something here and there by mistake, put a little too much alcohol or mixer, knocking over drinks or tripping. She didn't do it all the time, but enough that no one would suspect she was anything other than the show she wanted to put on. Even putting brown eyeliner around her eyes on occasion to make herself look sleep deprived. It was a game, and she played it very well.
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Astrid Post 1

If there was one place Astrid would be, New Orleans was it. The place was bustling with life, tourists showed up regularly, and local teens got just a little too reckless. It was the perfect place for vampires, a never failing fertile feeding ground. A few tourists go missing, no one really noticed. The loud block parties and rumbling streets drowned out the sounds of screams in the darkest of alleys. But for Astrid, it wasn't just the feeding and the parties, it was the diversity. Here, there were quite a few witches she was fond of, or at least, ancestors she was fond of. She hadn't been in New Orleans in a few decades, give or take a century. A lot had changed, and she had to re-orient herself with her surroundings. But she made short work of it, and got herself immersed in the human world.

Astrid held her rain coat over her as she ran at a rather human speed towards the Half moon Bar. In this new life, she was Astrid Eira, a young, struggling college student working bars during the night to make ends meet. Truth be told, Astrid was far from struggling. She could probably buy New Orleans if she truly wished, but keeping an average human appearance and demeanor kept her from being discovered.

She reached the bar, and pretended to be catching her breath as she walked inside, putting her Jacket on a hook in the back. "Sorry I'm late... Evening classes ran a little longer than I expected." She said, a hint of an English accent present in her voice. She did so love to spent a few centuries in the UK, often times picking up on accents and having to try and break herself of them when she moved to a new place.

She took out a black hair tie and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, her face had only minimal makeup as she changed into non-slip shoes and put her name tag on, heading behind the bar to tend to people's drinks. She often played the part of a human well, clumsy enough to drop something here and there by mistake, put a little too much alcohol or mixer, knocking over drinks or tripping. She didn't do it all the time, but enough that no one would suspect she was anything other than the show she wanted to put on. Even putting brown eyeliner around her eyes on occasion to make herself look sleep deprived. It was a game, and she played it very well.

 

[Mr. Calcium]

Lilith Streisch

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It was a dark and cold night. It was storming as the loud horn of a ship sounded through the port of New Orleans. It slowly came to a stop as four ship workers went outside and let down the bridge so the passengers could get off and get into the glorious city of New Orleans. The people ran off as they wanted to get shelter from the rain as soon as they could. At the end of the line was Lilith. She was wearing a black and white dress that went down to her thighs from where her stockings came out under the dress. On her head was a small hat that would protect her beautifully made black hair from the storm's rain. She sighed happily as she walked off the ship with her umbrella above her head and a cane in her right hand to support her right leg while walking.

Why was this girl here? Well, she is not just a normal girl, she is a vampire. Of course not everyone would know as she keeps it secret. She heard there was an Original in this very city and she wanted to check it out for herself, knowing there would most likely be other Originals coming in to check it out as well. Another thing was, she wanted to find the Original she was sired to. She wanted to meet the one that is closest to her and wanted to find out how it is to be one of the Originals.

As Lilith walked down the road, she found a place called The Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Outside was a sign saying "Chefs needed for restaurant.". Lilith knew she'd need a better cover than just keeping herself a secret and decided this was the best option she'd get. So without doubt she walked into the place. She closed her umbrella and put it against the wall at the entrance as the squeeky sounds of her wet boots and the hard knocking of her cane on the floor echoed around. What people would surely stare at, was the eyepatch on her right eye. Lilith of course knew she'd get looks but went up to the bar where she sat down on one of the stools.

She looked around and saw a female bartender and smiled at her. She would have a German accent behind her English so she hoped the woman would be able to know what she was saying to her.
"Hello there miss. I saw you needed a chef in ze kitchen. I am a chef myself so I was wondering if ze pozition was still available. The name is Lilith Streisch by the way"
She would hold her hand, which was covered by a black linnen glove, out to the woman behind the bar.​

 

[junebug]

She grimaced at her wet scrubs. It'd been unfortunate that she didn't bother to check in with the weather app on her iphone 5s earlier this morning when her friend told her she'd need an umbrella. "Karma strikes again," she muttered as cramped legs strode into the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant. Her mind was assaulted with someone talking about the corruption of ISIS, another about their dog having heartworm.

As a medical student, steady work was drudgery. She stayed up extra hours on weekends studying on end for Design and Coordination of Care for Nurses, then got herself a little something every once in awhile to reward herself for hitting another milestone in school. Kadence took a deep breath and pushed her messy hair back from her face, then sat down near a young man with an empty glass.

A bartender came by, less than eager to fill up her order. She figured it'd been a long night for him as well and shrugged. There were more important things she had to worry about than getting a beer to help her calm down a little. She pulled out her driver's license from a brown leather wallet for him to check her age.

"You know me, Willis. Whatever's on tap."

"Alright, whatever you say."

She gave him a tired smile when he gave her ID back and looked at sixteen year old Kadence. Her hair was ugly and fried back then and she wore a floral tank top. "God, I look like some hippie on crack," Kadence groaned under her breath and shoved the driver's license back in her wallet. Matthew Willis came around with a beer and set it down in front of her. She nodded at him in acknowledgement.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Willis gave her a brief smile and left. She picked up the drink and took a large sip.

"Holy shit."

Her face twisted in disgust and she set down the glass in a hurry, then reluctantly swallowed the beer. She picked up the glass again, took a glance at it, then sniffed.

"What the hell is this?"

She grabbed a stranger's water glass nearby in desperation.

"Damn."

She couldn't get rid of the foul taste in her mouth.

"Ugh, nice one Matt."

Location: Half Moon Bar & Restaurant
Mention: Fenris @Tyche, Matthew Willis (NPC)

 

[SatanicBamnana]

Astrid

The Original

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Astrid quickly got to work, cleaning up the bar when needed and refilling people's cups. The dinner shift was the hardest for humans, and Astrid had to pay attention to how quickly she moved so she wasn't a blur all over the bar. If anything, she liked this job. If there was anyone new in town, she'd likely hear about it from on of her regulars, especially if the face wasn't one she was familiar with.

She heard the door open and looked towards it as she was pouring a young couple 4 shots. She was an odd looking girl, and a hint of familiarity tugged at the back of her mind, but she simply shook it off and moved away to set the bottle of liquor back with the others. She listened to what the girl said silently, hand resting on her hip as she gave her a warm smile.

"Right, we are hiring for chef's, aren't we?" She said, giving a faux nervous laugh before taking the girl's to give it a small shake before turning to the register. "Let me just grab you an application and... A pen." She said, putting them on the bar in front of the girl. "And when you finish with this, I can run and get the manager. Hopefully we can make short work of this process, the kitchens have been swamped for weeks now." She said, her demeanor light and cheerful, albeit professional.

Looking around, she made sure no one needed refills before she decided to strike up a conversation with the girl. "You don't sound like you're from around here, just moving in? College student?" She asked curiously. She didn't care to hear the whole life story, but if she didn't chat it up with someone,she'd get bored rather quickly until the bulk of the dinner rush hits.

[spoili]
Astrid quickly got to work, cleaning up the bar when needed and refilling people's cups. The dinner shift was the hardest for humans, and Astrid had to pay attention to how quickly she moved so she wasn't a blur all over the bar. If anything, she liked this job. If there was anyone new in town, she'd likely hear about it from on of her regulars, especially if the face wasn't one she was familiar with.

She heard the door open and looked towards it as she was pouring a young couple 4 shots. She was an odd looking girl, and a hint of familiarity tugged at the back of her mind, but she simply shook it off and moved away to set the bottle of liquor back with the others. She listened to what the girl said silently, hand resting on her hip as she gave her a warm smile.

"Right, we are hiring for chef's, aren't we?" She said, giving a faux nervous laugh before taking the girl's to give it a small shake before turning to the register. "Let me just grab you an application and... A pen." She said, putting them on the bar in front of the girl. "And when you finish with this, I can run and get the manager. Hopefully we can make short work of this process, the kitchens have been swamped for weeks now." She said, her demeanor light and cheerful, albeit professional.

Looking around, she made sure no one needed refills before she decided to strike up a conversation with the girl. "You don't sound like you're from around here, just moving in? College student?" She asked curiously. She didn't care to hear the whole life story, but if she didn't chat it up with someone,she'd get bored rather quickly until the bulk of the dinner rush hits.
[/spoili]

 

[Mr. Calcium]

Lilith Streisch

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Lilith smiled contently at the woman as she made a little bow to her. She was glad the position was still open. She took the pen and with a fancy handwriting that looked more like a calligraphic art piece she filled in her name, her stuck age and some other things on the form. She would slowly shove it back towards Astrid and smirk a bit.

She leaned in closer with her left eye scanning over the woman. It had a weird red color to it as she then leaned back again and leaned her head on her hand.
"Yez I am from Germany. And I am not a schtudent anymore but I just needed a job. Don't we all?"

The moment Lilith said this she would suddenly have a widened eye with a large grin onto her mouth as she whispered to Astrid.
"Don't we all? All ze vampires? Especially you Originals. Especially when you turn one right? Remember roughly 400 years ago Astrid? When you made me inzo this? I knew shit was going down in zhis place, but not that I'd find you again."

Lilith would lean back again with the look in her eyes being restored to normal. It seemed as if she just, shifted personalities there. It was strange, and very unexplainable.
"I would like a cup of tea with some honey and milk if possible by the way. Black tea is preferred"

 

[Tyche]

FENRIS HOULT

Fenris was lost in the emptiness of his glass so he barely acknowledged the young woman who took a seat beside him. As the bartender set a beer in front of her and another scotch in front of Fenris, the brunette noticed how the woman took a drink and her face turned into one similar to that if you sucked a lemon. His forehead creased in concern as he took a sip from his glass and turned his head to watch her. She had grabbed another patron's cup of water and downed nearly the whole thing. Fenris was suddenly concerned for the livelihood of the glass in his hands and scooted away from the young woman feverishly. She had obviously been drinking before she got to the bar, beer isn't even that foul-tasting.

Mention: Kadence, [I]@Katori[/I]

Fenris Post

Fenris Hoult
Fenris was lost in the emptiness of his glass so he barely acknowledged the young woman who took a seat beside him. As the bartender set a beer in front of her and another scotch in front of Fenris, the brunette noticed how the woman took a drink and her face turned into one similar to that if you sucked a lemon. His forehead creased in concern as he took a sip from his glass and turned his head to watch her. She had grabbed another patron's cup of water and downed nearly the whole thing. Fenris was suddenly concerned for the livelihood of the glass in his hands and scooted away from the young woman feverishly. She had obviously been drinking before she got to the bar, beer isn't even that foul-tasting.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Location: Half Moon Bar and Restaurant
Mentioned/interacted: Rath NPC Lead Hunter, Benjamin @BladeX , Astrid @BladeX , Eric Northman Vampire

The sky above them rumbled and lighting danced across the pitch black sky. Their was no rain yet, but as the cab pulled up to a stop and the door opened out stepped a black leather boots and a coat that was black as the sky. It went just under the knee caps of the wearer and all the way up to a dark hood that covered the figures face. A thin pale hand shot out and placed money in the cabbies hand at a in human speed. The figure leaned in and the silver eye's met the green eyes of the tanned skin man behind the wheel."You will erase that tape up until I got in and wave the fare, that money in your pocket is yours, think of it as a generous tip. Also if your boss ask about the trip give him my card and tell him to call I will explain it. all and if your wondering why you are in new Orleans it's because, you just had an urge to see the city." She slips her number into his hand and smiles" when I walk away erase it all and when you are done you will remember nothing, but the urge to ride to New Orleans and see the city." The silky voice said and stepped away from the cab. Her silent footsteps walked across the cobble stone ground, Silver eye's roamed the streets as she landed on the one place she had been before. New Orleans was not a strange place to her. she had been here many times before, yet it changed with each visit in every century. She loved the city, reminded her a little of home. However her new home has been located in various places around Ireland and Scotland. Adopting a different last name meant The figure could be considered her own line and not apart of her family Lineage.

This dark figure that casually strolled the streets of New Orleans was called Rowan De Sauveterre , well now O'Callaghan. When she found her way to Ireland, she dumped her family name and became O'Callaghan. Rowan slowly strolled the streets of New Orleans, She was here as a favor to Rath. Her friend, Mentor, child, and sometimes lover. They had a very odd relationship. He had sent her to tell them a warning and a original has expired time. Their is a way to kill them, though, she more or less wish their was a way to revert to human form with out rapidly aging to dust. She twirled a black titanium beaded necklace around her wrist as she walked the streets. She often used it to strangle those who went to run from her and she didn't feel like chasing them down. Rath called it her lazy human showing through.At that Rowan would snarl playfully at him. He seemed to not care much. He wasn't afraid of Rowan. Rowan would never harm him or his hunters. Now if a Hunter decided to go after her, she would not hold back and attack them in self defense. Rath would never be angry with her, I mean he did get pissed at her feeding habits,but he could not be to mad, since it was her nature just like it was his to eat meat. No one called him a murder for eating a cow, well the crazy animal lovers did,but who the heck cared about that.

Rowan made her way to the Half Moon Bar and Restaurant. She slowly entered along with the a cold gust of wind as she sat at a table away from the bar. Long nails tapped on the table when a bartender/server named Rene He had an interesting Creole accent.He asked her what she wanted to drink and she was thinking about going with a smart answer and saying you. However she said a beer and sent the man away from her. Rowan listened to all the stupid drunk or Secret conversations that went on. She stopped when she heard a voice a familiar voice of her older sister Astrid. Rowan slowly removed her hood as she drank her beer, her need to not be recognized was still a need,but it been a while since she been here. The only person who could recognize her is her sister, well maybe she had changed her hair and looks. She use to be Blonde and now her hair was dark. The silver eye's turned from the bar as the door opened. Her eye's landed on a drenched male as he walked through the door, must of started to rain outside. Her lips parted slightly at the sight of this man, her lips curled at the scent rolling off him. Her attention However was turned by a scent that joined her table. Her eye's went to a blonde male she knew all to well. She stopped staring at the male who had entered, and focused solely on the arrogant yet Handsome Vampire who sat with her." So your back my dear, good of my creator to show her face once again." He said with a smug smirk."Eric You are the second and last human I have ever turned. We have talked many times why I did not stay. You are my prodgeny of course I keep track of you,but you have done very well for yourself." She said. Her silver eye's trained on him."I am proud of you Eric, but I am not here to mingle Eric, let us have a drink and then I must have you leave, You have buisness to attend to as do I." She said softly and waved down Rene for another round of drinks. Her eye's did wander back to male who had entered earlier and was soaked sitting at the bar.

 

[alint]

Zai was out in the French Quarter just walking around. He didn't mind the rain as it beat gently against his skin. In his pocket, in a zip lock bag, Zai had his essentials that needed to stay dry. The school year had just started and Zai was already hitting the books and studying. While he didn't exactly know what he wanted to do with his life, he picked a variety of classes that kept him on his toes. As the rain penetrated his thin hoodie, Zai took a deep breath. The water around him hummed slightly as if singing to Zai. While most wouldn't notice the disturbance, some witches and supernatural beings might. It was late and most everyone had vacated the streets. Zai enjoyed the feeling of emptiness as he wandered.

Looking around, Zai noticed a small bar/restaurant and wondered if he should stop in for quick bite. Zai turned into the small doorway that read, The Half Moon Bar & Restaurant and was greeted by a nice host/waiter. After determining that Zai could sit at the bar as long as he didn't order any alcohol, the waiter left Zai to his own accord. Taking a seat, Zai pulled off his hoodie. While the hoodie was damp, Zai's shirt beneath wasn't. Draping the hoodie over the back of the seat, Zai leaned forward on the bar and asked the bartender for a coke, no ice. After getting his drink, Zai exhaled deeply and swirled the soda in the glass before taking a gulp. The drink felt nice as it flowed down his throat.

Zai glanced around at the other patrons and noticed the bar was nearly full. It appeared that the bar was a rather popular area. As his eyes scanned over the crowd, Zai felt like he recognized some faces, but couldn't place them. Part of him wondered if there were magical beings within the bar's walls. He assumed there were due to the sheer amount of people. Zai was still unsure about the entire supernatural world, since he really only joined the world after meeting Addy. Even then, Zai didn't really know anyone with powers or was something other than human. The thought of being so ill-informed made Zai slightly uncomfortable, which prompted him to hunch his shoulders and sip at his coke. Not long after, Zai order a side of fries and started nibbling.

 

[junebug]

Kadence rolled her eyes as the man next to her moved away to another seat. Alcoholic, much? Kadence managed to tolerate the lingering aftertaste while she waited for a glass of whiskey, on the rocks. Hopefully, the slight burn would help. She smiled at a female bartender as she came by with her new drink. "Tell Willis I'm coming for him on that nursing test we've got coming up, would you?"

The young woman nodded and tightened her ponytail. Kadence shivered. Her wet scrubs were getting to her with the cool air conditioning on, but she held her breath and took a shot of Jack Daniel's whiskey, then set it down, relieved. "Much better." She glanced around her and noticed that more people were coming in; somewhat unusual this Monday night, she believed.

A pale woman met up with a man and she started talking about how he was her progeny- whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Kadence ordered another whiskey and drew in a ragged breath. Mid-terms were on her like a fly. She could only say so much. Kadence fiddled a bit with her phone. The man who'd moved away from her was bothering her.

She thought he was looking at her suspiciously, so the situation felt a little awkward, but she played along with it.

Location: Half Moon Bar & Restaurant
Mention: Rowan & Eric @~Dark Disney~, Fenris @Tyche

 

[SatanicBamnana]

Astrid|Benjamin|Luca

The Original

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Astrid smiled, hearing that she came from Germany. What with her accent it did make the most sense. "Germany? Sounds like a beautiful place." Astrid said as she slowly pondered about the country. She'd never really lived there. But it was now her next stop after her 20 years in New Orleans was up.

She looked down at the Application as the girl wrote, admiring her penmanship before she heard her next words before Astrid's brow furrowed slightly as she thought. Ah, she knew why the girl was so familiar now. The bridge she was ready to swan dive off of. Astrid had heard whispers about the girl and found her story... Interesting. Interesting enough to warrant turning her just to see how she'd end up. She smiled and leaned forward over the bar and put a finger over her lips. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a Liberal Arts major at the university." She said, before she heard her strange order.

Black tea? Honey? The most she could hope for is little packets of artificial honey, a lipton tea bag, and a cup of hot water. "Not sure that we have exactly what you want but..." She slapped the things she'd just thought of on the counter, before getting her a little bit of milk in a cup. "There ya go. Best you're going to get here, I'm afraid." She said, giving Lilith a playful wink before turning towards the other customers. "If you'll excuse me, I will send the manager over." She said, grabbing the application and heading to the manager to give him the application before she poured more drinks for her customers.

The Wolf

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Benjamin walked down the sidewalk, his steps splashing in the heavy rain as he headed to the Full Moon Bar, coming inside, he was drenched. His hair dripping, plastered to his face. His clothes were a grey aeropostale shirt and a canvas jacket with jeans and tennis shoes. He plopped onto a bar stool and sighed, looking down at his hands silently. He had just seen his younger brother, Luca, in a club nearby. Or, about to enter the club, at least. Ben had watched, and noticed something strange about his brother. He'd turned, Ben was sure of that... But it wasn't just the smell of a wolf on him. Something had changed, something had happened while Luca had been missing, and Ben wasn't sure what it was. And he wasn't sure if he could speak to Luca just yet. The boy had seemed... Happy. As if being away was better than sticking with his family, so Ben would let him be.

"Bourbon on the rocks please..." He said, pulling his leather billfold out of his back pocket and paying for the drink as a raven haired girl poured him a bourbon, and went back to her duties. He looked around the bar silently, wondering what he'd do for the night. Should he get a hotel and plan to leave, or should he get a job and a place and stick around? He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fuck if this day could get much worse..." He grumbled to himsef.

The Hybrid

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Luca grinned mischievously as they walked towards the club. He was giddy with excitement, anticipating his first drink. Something sweet, but not too sweet. Maybe a long island iced tea? "Ohhhh my god. I can't believe I'm actually here." He said to Alexandra. If he wasn't trying to act like an adult at that moment, he'd probably be dancing around the poor blond. He'd been waiting for weeks to earn enough to get into this place, and be able to drink, and party hard. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol since he woke up from his last bender, and he probably couldn't have found his ass if it weren't attached to him that night. Alexandra was one of the few people who were willing to help him. She became someone he respected and admired. Now he dragged her almost all over the city all the time, trying new things. But this club... This was goals. Mother. Fucking. Goals.

"This place is sooo sick." He said, turning to Alexandra, tugging his shirt and fixing his hair. "How do I look? Hot like hot tamales or hot like... Lava?" He joked, his Spanish accent only making his words sound funnier. Along with his dramatic expressions. Luca liked to be a joker, never serious about much of anything. He would dress up in whatever and walk down the street if it made people laugh, granted he'd need a few shots of vodka before he would be gunning for anything like that. But the point stands.

Luca could be serious, and sometimes he was at a pretty stable area between thoughtful and calm. Other times, like in his current situation, he would get too excited to stay calm, and he'd turn into an overly energtic child. If he were a dog, he'd be pissing from sheer excitement. And actually, that was what Luca had people tell him that he reminded them of. A loyal, happy puppy. Well, wasn't far off from the truth. He'd take it as a compliment.

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Astrid smiled, hearing that she came from Germany. What with her accent it did make the most sense. "Germany? Sounds like a beautiful place." Astrid said as she slowly pondered about the country. She'd never really lived there. But it was now her next stop after her 20 years in New Orleans was up.

She looked down at the Application as the girl wrote, admiring her penmanship before she heard her next words before Astrid's brow furrowed slightly as she thought. Ah, she knew why the girl was so familiar now. The bridge she was ready to swan dive off of. Astrid had heard whispers about the girl and found her story... Interesting. Interesting enough to warrant turning her just to see how she'd end up. She smiled and leaned forward over the bar and put a finger over her lips. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a Liberal Arts major at the university." She said, before she heard her strange order.

Black tea? Honey? The most she could hope for is little packets of artificial honey, a lipton tea bag, and a cup of hot water. "Not sure that we have exactly what you want but..." She slapped the things she'd just thought of on the counter, before getting her a little bit of milk in a cup. "There ya go. Best you're going to get here, I'm afraid." She said, giving Lilith a playful wink before turning towards the other customers. "If you'll excuse me, I will send the manager over." She said, grabbing the application and heading to the manager to give him the application before she poured more drinks for her customers.

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Benjamin walked down the sidewalk, his steps splashing in the heavy rain as he headed to the Full Moon Bar, coming inside, he was drenched. His hair dripping, plastered to his face. His clothes were a grey aeropostale shirt and a canvas jacket with jeans and tennis shoes. He plopped onto a bar stool and sighed, looking down at his hands silently. He had just seen his younger brother, Luca, in a club nearby. Or, about to enter the club, at least. Ben had watched, and noticed something strange about his brother. He'd turned, Ben was sure of that... But it wasn't just the smell of a wolf on him. Something had changed, something had happened while Luca had been missing, and Ben wasn't sure what it was. And he wasn't sure if he could speak to Luca just yet. The boy had seemed... Happy. As if being away was better than sticking with his family, so Ben would let him be.

"Bourbon on the rocks please..." He said, pulling his leather billfold out of his back pocket and paying for the drink as a raven haired girl poured him a bourbon, and went back to her duties. He looked around the bar silently, wondering what he'd do for the night. Should he get a hotel and plan to leave, or should he get a job and a place and stick around? He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fuck if this day could get much worse..." He grumbled to himsef.

*******
Luca grinned mischievously as they walked towards the club. He was giddy with excitement, anticipating his first drink. Something sweet, but not too sweet. Maybe a long island iced tea? "Ohhhh my god. I can't believe I'm actually here." He said to Alexandra. If he wasn't trying to act like an adult at that moment, he'd probably be dancing around the poor blond. He'd been waiting for weeks to earn enough to get into this place, and be able to drink, and party hard. He hadn't had a drop of alcohol since he woke up from his last bender, and he probably couldn't have found his ass if it weren't attached to him that night. Alexandra was one of the few people who were willing to help him.

"This place is sooo sick." He said, turning to Alexandra, tugging his shirt and fixing his hair. "How do I look? Hot like hot tamales or hot like... Lava?" He joked, his Spanish accent only making his words sound funnier. Along with his dramatic expressions. Luca liked to be a joker, never serious about much of anything. He would dress up in whatever and walk down the street if it made people laugh, granted he'd need a few shots of vodka before he would be gunning for anything like that. But the point stands.

Luca could be serious, and sometimes he was at a pretty stable area between thoughtful and calm. Other times, like in his current situation, he would get too excited to stay calm, and he'd turn into an overly energtic child. If he were a dog, he'd be pissing from sheer excitement. And actually, that was what Luca had people tell him that he reminded them of. A loyal, happy puppy. Well, wasn't far off from the truth. He'd take it as a compliment.

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[junebug]

Alexandra pursed her lips in amusement. "Save your energy for inside," she mused, her hand wrapped around his arm. "You look great. Now, act it." She walked up to the back of the line and took out two VIP passes for her and Luca. "Just stay quiet and let me do the talking." The line was god awful long, but Alexandra managed to move her and Luca up to the front with eye contact and a few words.

The bouncer outside supposedly had an intimidating aura, but he was just a mere human. Alexandra grinned and squeezed her friend's arm. "Remember what I said." They walked up to the black-haired bouncer, a man with almond shaped eyes and a sleek suit. "VIP passes." She showed him.

"This looks fake."

"Are you sure?" She stared at him, blue eyes meeting brown as she lifted her chin up a little and appraised the situation. "I distinctly recall it saying we're eligible for entry. I bought my tickets at the venue. Let us in."

The bouncer looked back at the tickets. "Oh, what do you know? VIP passes for two. Great spot! Next!"

Alexandra had a smug grin on her face. She glanced up at Luca and let go of his arm.

"It's time."

She flipped her curly locks and entered the nightclub, one silver heel in front of the other, looking for adventure.

Location: The Royal Orgy
Interaction: Luca @BladeX, Outside Bouncer (NPC)
Mention: None

 

[Mr. Calcium]

Lilith Streisch

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Lilith smiled and sipped her tea before letting out a chuckle because of Astrid saying she didn't know what she was talking about. Lilith just shrugged and went back to drinking her tea as she would wait for Astrid to get her manager. She didn't know what this town was going to be like, but she knew it was gonna be interesting to say the least.

Lilith would put down her empty cup and begin writing something on a paper. She would write a piece of paper with her address and phone number on it which she would put down under the cup. She would glance over to Astrid and smile sweetly.
"You can call me or come visit me. You know that I know who you are and I want to know what is going in this city."

Lilith would go over to where she placed her umbrella earlier and open it up again before walking outside. She would walk home through the rain and would end up at a large house she had bought. She got inside and put down her umbrella in the umbrella holder to the side. If one would listen closely, they would hear the soft melodies of a violin through the dripping rain.

Kang Su-won​

As the storm screamed on throughout the night most shops were closed at this time of day. However there was a certain little shop in the French Quarter of New Orleans that had not closed yet. This was Su-won's shop. It was a shop for all kinds of magical things and tourists would love buying her brews or ask for some other favours from this Witch.

What most didn't know however, is that in her free time she is a model. This was a night where they were doing one of these shoots inside her shop. She left her shop open however so anyone that was interested could come and see for themselves seeing she didn't mind a bit of attention. They had layed out a white decor for her to pose and for once she didn't have her hair in their usual curls.
(What she looks like rn)

Spoiler

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[Tyche]

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A curly-haired brunette slunk out of the edge of the woods nearby. She had on a dark purple sweater covered by a bright yellow raincoat that had protected her wonderfully from the rain falling from the canopy (outfit). With a bounce in her step, Ophélie Bourgeois followed the sidewalk through New Orleans, passing several familiar faces before she ended up at her herbal shop. She looked at her surroundings for a quick second before ducking down and retrieving a silver key from beneath the welcome mat. The young woman stepped into the shop, ignoring the bell ringing above her as the door opened and closed behind her. She had been scavenging in the woods every since the thunderstorm began, all witches new the best ingredients grew during harsh weather.

"Now," she mumbled, heading towards the beaded doorway in the back, which led to her storage room as well as the stairs that led into her upstairs apartment. All Ophélie had to do was store the wet ingredients in a safe glass container and chant over them as she moved them into the far back shelves where she kept her more dangerous herbs. Herbs that were used for her incantations and potions. "These just have to sit for a few days and we can use them to find out what is going on," Ophélie said to herself, placing the containers on the wooden shelves and whispering a few words in Creole French before hurriedly exiting her backroom. The less time she spent staring at the herbs, waiting for their magic to work, the better off the young witch would be. The arrival of the Original had sent everyone into a frenzy and Ophélie couldn't lie and say she wasn't one of those people. If an Original had returned, then something was really wrong.

"Or.. she's just missing home?" She shook her head, knowing all to well that a vampire couldn't have such pure intentions. She needed something to take her mind off of everything. As she stepped out of her shop, ignoring the bell once again and locking up, Ophélie stuffed the key into her raincoat pocket and looked left, then right. She could head to the restaurant or she could head to the club. "No," she thought, "I'm not in the partying mood." She turned towards the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant and decided that a stack of pancakes would calm her nerves. Breakfast for dinner was the only thing that could comfort her in a time like this.

Stepping into the restaurant was a huge mistake that Ophélie learned quickly. A look around revealed that many more supernatural beings had rode into town as of late. The bar was filled to the brim supernaturals. Except, Ophélie could see a young male witch sitting at the bar who definitely didn't look old enough to drink. She decided it would be best for her find a seat, order, and keep en eye out for any suspicious activity. She sat in a booth closest to the bar side and called over Nancy, an older waitress that had known Ophélie since she was a baby.

"The usual honey-buns?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you Nancy." Ophélie returned the menu to the woman and waiting her breakfast, hoping that nobody was stupid enough to cause a scene in front of all these humans. Despite the end of summer, and the weather, more and more tourists had arrived to New Orleans. Not a good time when the Original and her crew was crawling around.

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[tab=Fenris]

The hybrid rolled his eyes at the woman beside him, knowing all to well what was probably going on in her head. Fenris was not a socialite and people read that from his aura. He was a miserable and tortured soul, never initiating conversations or making friends like he should. He worked for himself, took care of himself, and didn't expect anyone else to do those things for him. So it was strange when he found his lips parting and words to escape him, "Why didn't you order that in the first place? Beer will never do you any good." He turned a little more towards the woman, a sliver of a grin upon his lips. He was only trying to keep his mind off the onslaught of stench that had surrounded the bar side. There were two vampires nearby, he could tell by their stance as well as what they had begun to talk about. A young man set at the end of the bar, too young to drink, but Fenris had been around here a few days and had learned who the witches were and were not.

Fenris had to keep from gritting his teeth, the smell of vampire drifted from the restaurant side as well and the brunette could barely sit there. Living alone, in the woods of all places, sort of cleared your nasal passageways so Fenris wasn't all that used to these smells coming at him from all directions. The only smell he didn't mind was that of a wolf, also at the bar. He spotted a witch ally, Ophélie, sitting at a booth nearby. They exchanged a silent nod before Fenris brought his attention back to the woman beside him. Ophélie had told him to try and immerse himself back into society, make allies, it was the only way he was going to survive in these times of war.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Not a creeper. My name's Fenris," he offered his hand for a shake, but realized the times and couldn't recall if people shook anymore. He glanced at her briefly, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

Mention: Kadence, @Katori

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[tab=Fleur]

The nightclub bounced excitedly along with the music coming through the stereo system. Humans, vampires, and more danced on the main floor, the music fueling their bodies as well as their appetites. It was a dreary night, so many were seeking refuge inside the dry club where they could let loose and ignore their shitty lives in the outside world. The Royal Orgy was sort of a mutual ground, everyone was allowed to enter: humans, witches, vampires, and even wolves. As long as things were kept peaceful, everyone was welcome to have a good time. More humans inhabited the place than anybody, but if you looked close enough you could see sharp white teeth glinting under the strobe lights and yellow eyes peering behind every dark corner. If you didn't have enhanced smell, then you would never think twice about who was dancing alongside you.

The owner of the club was a young wolf, but he didn't really mind vampires all too much and allowed them to congregate here when they pleased. Fleur wasn't one to ask questions, she was simply grateful that she was able to find a place where she could both take a load off and get down and dirty. The blonde had plenty of things on her plate that needed to be addressed. The eldest Original, yes the one and only, had arrived to town months ago, buying out the old historical manor in the middle of town, which was where her and her small nest of vampires resided. Only a trusted handful of her vampires had come along with her to New Orleans. Anyone outside of Fleur's circle was a threat and the vampire didn't dance around subjects like that. Loyalty was a must. If she thought something fishy was going on, well, let's just say things would not end in anything but a bloody mess.

"Emmanuel," her voice was curt, but kind, drawing an olive-toned vampire into the vicinity of the Original, "Take a look around once more for me. Make sure that the weather isn't influencing any patrons." The male vampire nodded, slinking off into the rest of the club to make sure everything was as they should be. Fleur was in no mood tonight to have a confrontation. She wasn't really a party-goer, but everyone needs a break from their diabolical plan - if she could even call it that. Things had been rather slow these past few weeks. Other than the boatloads of new supernatural creatures, Fleur had not seen one remotely interesting thing since she had arrived in New Orleans. Her lead was still working it's magic inside the manor, but everything else had grown cold. Fleur had expected her siblings to show up just as quick as she, but maybe she thought to highly of them.

With a sigh, Fleur picked at her white collar and slunk deeper into the VIP lounge couch that her and her minions inhabited. She was here to have fun, but she was thinking, yet again, about her family more than her own well-being.

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Ophélie Bourgeois
A curly-haired brunette slunk out of the edge of the woods nearby. She had on a dark purple sweater covered by a bright yellow raincoat that had protected her wonderfully from the rain falling from the canopy. With a bounce in her step, Ophélie Bourgeois followed the sidewalk through New Orleans, passing several familiar faces before she ended up at her herbal shop. She looked at her surroundings for a quick second before ducking down and retrieving a silver key from beneath the welcome mat. The young woman stepped into the shop, ignoring the bell ringing above her as the door opened and closed behind her. She had been scavenging in the woods every since the thunderstorm began, all witches new the best ingredients grew during harsh weather.

"Now," she mumbled, heading towards the beaded doorway in the back, which led to her storage room as well as the stairs that led into her upstairs apartment. All Ophélie had to do was store the wet ingredients in a safe glass container and chant over them as she moved them into the far back shelves where she kept her more dangerous herbs. Herbs that were used for her incantations and potions. "These just have to sit for a few days and we can use them to find out what is going on," Ophélie said to herself, placing the containers on the wooden shelves and whispering a few words in Creole French before hurriedly exiting her backroom. The less time she spent staring at the herbs, waiting for their magic to work, the better off the young witch would be. The arrival of the Original had sent everyone into a frenzy and Ophélie couldn't lie and say she wasn't one of those people. If an Original had returned, then something was really wrong.

"Or.. she's just missing home?" She shook her head, knowing all to well that a vampire couldn't have such pure intentions. She needed something to take her mind off of everything. As she stepped out of her shop, ignoring the bell once again and locking up, Ophélie stuffed the key into her raincoat pocket and looked left, then right. She could head to the restaurant or she could head to the club. "No," she thought, "I'm not in the partying mood." She turned towards the Half Moon Bar & Restaurant and decided that a stack of pancakes would calm her nerves. Breakfast for dinner was the only thing that could comfort her in a time like this.

Stepping into the restaurant was a huge mistake that Ophélie learned quickly. A look around revealed that many more supernatural beings had rode into town as of late. The bar was filled to the brim supernaturals. Except, Ophélie could see a young male witch sitting at the bar who definitely didn't look old enough to drink. She decided it would be best for her find a seat, order, and keep en eye out for any suspicious activity. She sat in a booth closest to the bar side and called over Nancy, an older waitress that had known Ophélie since she was a baby.

"The usual honey-buns?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you Nancy." Ophélie returned the menu to the woman and waiting her breakfast, hoping that nobody was stupid enough to cause a scene in front of all these humans. Despite the end of summer, and the weather, more and more tourists had arrived to New Orleans. Not a good time when the Original and her crew was crawling around.

Fenris Hoult
The hybrid rolled his eyes at the woman beside him, knowing all to well what was probably going on in her head. Fenris was not a socialite and people read that from his aura. He was a miserable and tortured soul, never initiating conversations or making friends like he should. He worked for himself, took care of himself, and didn't expect anyone else to do those things for him. So it was strange when he found his lips parting and words to escape him, "Why didn't you order that in the first place? Beer will never do you any good." He turned a little more towards the woman, a sliver of a grin upon his lips. He was only trying to keep his mind off the onslaught of stench that had surrounded the bar side. There were two vampires nearby, he could tell by their stance as well as what they had begun to talk about. A young man set at the end of the bar, too young to drink, but Fenris had been around here a few days and had learned who the witches were and were not.

Fenris had to keep from gritting his teeth, the smell of vampire drifted from the restaurant side as well and the brunette could barely sit there. Living alone, in the woods of all places, sort of cleared your nasal passageways so Fenris wasn't all that used to these smells coming at him from all directions. The only smell he didn't mind was that of a wolf, also at the bar. He spotted a witch ally, Ophélie, sitting at a booth nearby. They exchanged a silent nod before Fenris brought his attention back to the woman beside him. Ophélie had told him to try and immerse himself back into society, make allies, it was the only way he was going to survive in these times of war.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, "Not a creeper. My name's Fenris," he offered his hand for a shake, but realized the times and couldn't recall if people shook anymore. He glanced at her briefly, trying to seem as friendly as possible.

Fleur de Sauveterre
The nightclub bounced excitedly along with the music coming through the stereo system. Humans, vampires, and more danced on the main floor, the music fueling their bodies as well as their appetites. It was a dreary night, so many were seeking refuge inside the dry club where they could let loose and ignore their shitty lives in the outside world. The Royal Orgy was sort of a mutual ground, everyone was allowed to enter: humans, witches, vampires, and even wolves. As long as things were kept peaceful, everyone was welcome to have a good time. More humans inhabited the place than anybody, but if you looked close enough you could see sharp white teeth glinting under the strobe lights and yellow eyes peering behind every dark corner. If you didn't have enhanced smell, then you would never think twice about who was dancing alongside you.

The owner of the club was a young wolf, but he didn't really mind vampires all too much and allowed them to congregate here when they pleased. Fleur wasn't one to ask questions, she was simply grateful that she was able to find a place where she could both take a load off and get down and dirty. The blonde had plenty of things on her plate that needed to be addressed. The eldest Original, yes the one and only, had arrived to town months ago, buying out the old historical manor in the middle of town, which was where her and her small nest of vampires resided. Only a trusted handful of her vampires had come along with her to New Orleans. Anyone outside of Fleur's circle was a threat and the vampire didn't dance around subjects like that. Loyalty was a must. If she thought something fishy was going on, well, let's just say things would not end in anything but a bloody mess.

"Emmanuel," her voice was curt, but kind, drawing an olive-toned vampire into the vicinity of the Original, "Take a look around once more for me. Make sure that the weather isn't influencing any patrons." The male vampire nodded, slinking off into the rest of the club to make sure everything was as they should be. Fleur was in no mood tonight to have a confrontation. She wasn't really a party-goer, but everyone needs a break from their diabolical plan - if she could even call it that. Things had been rather slow these past few weeks. Other than the boatloads of new supernatural creatures, Fleur had not seen one remotely interesting thing since she had arrived in New Orleans. Her lead was still working it's magic inside the manor, but everything else had grown cold. Fleur had expected her siblings to show up just as quick as she, but maybe she thought to highly of them.

With a sigh, Fleur picked at her white collar and slunk deeper into the VIP lounge couch that her and her minions inhabited (outfit). She was here to have fun, but she was thinking, yet again, about her family more than her own well-being.

 

[SatanicBamnana]

Astrid|Benjamin|Luca

The Original

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Astrid watched the girl drink her tea,giving the application to the manager before she saw the girl leave her number and address before she left. Astrid went over and cleaned up the glass, tucking the piece of paper in her back pocket. She had yet to decide whether or not she should further engage with a vampire she sired or not.

Sighing, she finish her small shift and grabbed her things before leaving. She only had her phone in her water repellent rain coat, with her hood pulled over her head. She didn't mind getting wet. It wasn't like she could get cold, or sick. And she actually loved the rain. The one natural thing in the world that stayed constant, that soothed her tired soul, was how the small droplets of water felt when they touched her skin.

She considered going to the house for only a fraction of a second. but decided against it. Instead, she went to her small loft apartment over a bakery and got comfortable in a pair of pastel pink and blue plaid pajama paints and a white t-shirt, going to sit on her couch and watch TV. No doubt her favorite show, "Supernatural", was on. God how she wished she could get a piece of those fine humans. Those were bucks worth turning right there.

The Hybrid

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Luca rolled his eyes at Alexandra. He hadn't known her for too long, long enough that he'd drag her around when Addy was unavailable, but otherwise he avoided her. She was just so. Damn. Bossy. As if she was the only one who could to the mindy controlly thingy.

But regardless, he kept his lips sealed, waiting until they were in the club before he spoke. "First off, looking great has no act. It just is. You know this. I have all the great looks, you can't deny it. Second, you're bossy as hell. Not everyone gets to boss me around so now you have to buy me a shot." He said, arching his eyebrow and giving her a slightly playful glare. He had too much attitude for most to deal with. He wasn't sure Alexandra would stick around for very long that night. "After that, I'm dancing. I need to have some fun. Been too sober and functional for too long without a night of drinking." He said, looking around the room to see who he'd target first for a drunken lap dance that night.

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Astrid watched the girl drink her tea,giving the application to the manager before she saw the girl leave her number and address before she left. Astrid went over and cleaned up the glass, tucking the piece of paper in her back pocket. She had yet to decide whether or not she should further engage with a vampire she sired or not.

Sighing, she finish her small shift and grabbed her things before leaving. She only had her phone in her water repellent rain coat, with her hood pulled over her head. She didn't mind getting wet. It wasn't like she could get cold, or sick. And she actually loved the rain. The one natural thing in the world that stayed constant, that soothed her tired soul, was how the small droplets of water felt when they touched her skin.

She considered going to the house for only a fraction of a second. but decided against it. Instead, she went to her small loft apartment over a bakery and got comfortable in a pair of pastel pink and blue plaid pajama paints and a white t-shirt, going to sit on her couch and watch TV. No doubt her favorite show, "Supernatural", was on. God how she wished she could get a piece of those fine humans. Those were bucks worth turning right there.
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Luca rolled his eyes at Alexandra. He hadn't known her for too long, long enough that he'd drag her around when Addy was unavailable, but otherwise he avoided her. She was just so. Damn. Bossy. As if she was the only one who could to the mindy controlly thingy.

But regardless, he kept his lips sealed, waiting until they were in the club before he spoke. "First off, looking great has no act. It just is. You know this. I have all the great looks, you can't deny it. Second, you're bossy as hell. Not everyone gets to boss me around so now you have to buy me a shot." He said, arching his eyebrow and giving her a slightly playful glare. He had too much attitude for most to deal with. He wasn't sure Alexandra would stick around for very long that night. "After that, I'm dancing. I need to have some fun. Been too sober and functional for too long without a night of drinking." He said, looking around the room to see who he'd target first for a drunken lap dance that night.
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[Justin]

HEX CODE
#800000

ROLE
Original Vampire/Werewolf Hybrid

ALLIED
Himself

ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Evil

OUTFIT
Click Me!

LOCATION
Streets of New Orleans

ESTEBAN

"I AM AN ABOMINATION."

A young human male stomped the pavement of New Orleans' streets; wetting his pant legs from the small puddles that had been created from the rain pouring down. The young man was running for his life; he couldn't see what exactly was chasing him, but he could sense he wasn't alone on the streets. And it wasn't some friend coming to meet him. The presence he felt following him was dark and dangerous. The male was running blind from fear and found himself at a dead end alley.

No matter which way the poor boy turned, he only saw brick after brick. He couldn't possibly climb the wall; even if it wasn't raining and the bricks were dry as the desert. The rain only got worst; lighting and thunder boomed overhead. The male was hysterical and couldn't put his mind together. He knew he was going to die. There was nowhere for him to run now.

As he tried his best to find somewhere to hide in the dark alley, he heard movement behind him. The sound of wind moving at an incredible speed. The last thing he saw were four pairs of glowing eyes and four sets of fangs coming his way. Screaming into the thundering night sky; as his body was devoured by two hybrids. One being The Original Hybrid.

Yes the Original Hybrid, Esteban San Carlos (not his real name), and his lacky/sidekick, Nial James had arrived in New Orleans just a few hours ago. Though he hated everything about being a vampire, Esteban knew that he would have to at least feed once a week if he wanted to keep his strength up. Knowing that his siblings were in town; this was the perfect time to end their suffering and hopefully find a cure for his own curse that he couldn't wait to be rid of. He would need all the strength he could get for this.

Since being turned into the monster he was, centuries ago, Esteban has never accepeted what he truly was. A vampire-werewolf disaster. Something that only black magic could create and only white magic would be able to fix. Or so the stories he heard over the years have said.

All of his time researching and finding witches to break his curse, it all led him back to New Orleans; horribly ironic.

After feasting on their latest victim, Esteban pulled out a handkerchief to clean his mouth and hands from the human's rotten blood. Once done, he threw the rag towards his minion. "Clean yourself up, we have a lot of planning for our official arrival tomorrow."

All of his siblings knew that the only thing Esteban loved more than seeking revenge, was making a grand entrance. It was always nice to surprise your foes. They wouldn't expect for him to just come out in the open... which is why he's going to do it.

Tonight, they may all have their fun and be merry. For tomorrow... they will pay for their abominations.

Nial James

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A young human male stomped the pavement of New Orleans' streets; wetting his pant legs from the small puddles that had been created from the rain pouring down. The young man was running for his life; he couldn't see what exactly was chasing him, but he could sense he wasn't alone on the streets. And it wasn't some friend coming to meet him. The presence he felt following him was dark and dangerous. The male was running blind from fear and found himself at a dead end alley.

No matter which way the poor boy turned, he only saw brick after brick. He couldn't possibly climb the wall; even if it wasn't raining and the bricks were dry as the desert. The rain only got worst; lighting and thunder boomed overhead. The male was hysterical and couldn't put his mind together. He knew he was going to die. There was nowhere for him to run now.

As he tried his best to find somewhere to hide in the dark alley, he heard movement behind him. The sound of wind moving at an incredible speed. The last thing he saw were four pairs of glowing eyes and four sets of fangs coming his way. Screaming into the thundering night sky; as his body was devoured by two hybrids. One being The Original Hybrid.

Yes the Original Hybrid, Esteban San Carlos (not his real name), and his lacky/sidekick, Nial James had arrived in New Orleans just a few hours ago. Though he hated everything about being a vampire, Esteban knew that he would have to at least feed once a week if he wanted to keep his strength up. Knowing that his siblings were in town; this was the perfect time to end their suffering and hopefully find a cure for his own curse that he couldn't wait to be rid of. He would need all the strength he could get for this.

Since being turned into the monster he was, centuries ago, Esteban has never accepeted what he truly was. A vampire-werewolf disaster. Something that only black magic could create and only white magic would be able to fix. Or so the stories he heard over the years have said.

All of his time researching and finding witches to break his curse, it all led him back to New Orleans; horribly ironic.

After feasting on their latest victim, Esteban pulled out a handkerchief to clean his mouth and hands from the human's rotten blood. Once done, he threw the rag towards his minion. "Clean yourself up, we have a lot of planning for our official arrival tomorrow."

All of his siblings knew that the only thing Esteban loved more than seeking revenge, was making a grand entrance. It was always nice to surprise your foes. They wouldn't expect for him to just come out in the open... which is why he's going to do it.

Tonight, they may all have their fun and be merry. For tomorrow... they will pay for their abominations.
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[Justin]

DARIO

"I AM THE VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS."

FACE CLAIM
DARIO
MORLES

Dario was just closing up his grocery store for the night. It had been a very busy day. Mondays were always his busiest day out of the week and weekend. The official first day of a new week meant grocery shopping and stuffing one's home to the brim for the busy week to come. Luckily he had restocked his store with a bigger order than usual, so his shelves weren't as empty as they usually were at the end of a Monday rush.

He started getting the inside cleaned up and putting away everything he used for the day. Putting some papers back into his office in the far back. "I really need to hire someone to work at the store with me. It's too much for one person to handle." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at everything.

This wasn't his real calling. No, Dario only used the store as a cover for what his true career and path in life was.

He was the descendant of a family of Supernatural Hunters. His family was connected to a line of powerful witches who gave Dario's ancestors, and thus his entire family, a little bit of magic so they could rid the world of vampires and werewolves; but namely exterminating every vampire on earth was the main goal for the hunters. New Orleans was a breeding ground for the supernatural; his journey from Florida to New Orleans was not a joyish one.

After the murder of his wife and young son, two years ago, Dario needed to leave Florida and get back into his hunter ways. He never stopped searching for the vampire that killed his family. Never finding the bastard, Dario vowed to kill his creator and make sure no one ever had to feel what he felt that night he saw his love and their child ripped to shreds, like confetti paper.

Usually vampires only sucked a human's blood and drained the life from them, but that vampire had a vendetta against Dario's family. Going to the extremes to destroy the supernatural hunter's life.

He didn't have a family of his own anymore, but he did have ties to another Supernatural Hunter family. And they had made him promise to watch over their daughter, Kadence; who denied her hunter heritage. Her parents wanted someone invested in the Supernatural Hunter lifestyle to show her why this was her destiny and Dario was the man for the job.

He hadn't seen her yet, but knowing Kadence from her parent's descriptions and pictures, she'd get into some kind of trouble and he'd have to bail her out soon enough.

She didn't even know he was in town yet.

After Dario closed up, he pulled out his umbrella and started walking home in the rain. Luckily his home wasn't that far from his shop. Only a few blocks away. It was getting late and he didn't expect to see anyone he knew tonight. But people usually popped up when he walked down Bourbon Street towards his home anyway.

HEX CODE
#FF4500

ROLE
Supernatural Hunter

ALLIED
Humans | Hunters | Somewhat Witches

ALIGNMENT
Lawful Good

OUTFIT
Click Me!

LOCATION
Grocery Store
| |
New Orleans Streets/Bourbon Street

@Katori

[spoili]
Dario was just closing up his grocery store for the night. It had been a very busy day. Mondays were always his busiest day out of the week and weekend. The official first day of a new week meant grocery shopping and stuffing one's home to the brim for the busy week to come. Luckily he had restocked his store with a bigger order than usual, so his shelves weren't as empty as they usually were at the end of a Monday rush.

He started getting the inside cleaned up and putting away everything he used for the day. Putting some papers back into his office in the far back. "I really need to hire someone to work at the store with me. It's too much for one person to handle." He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at everything.

This wasn't his real calling. No, Dario only used the store as a cover for what his true career and path in life was.

He was the descendant of a family of Supernatural Hunters. His family was connected to a line of powerful witches who gave Dario's ancestors, and thus his entire family, a little bit of magic so they could rid the world of vampires and werewolves; but namely exterminating every vampire on earth was the main goal for the hunters. New Orleans was a breeding ground for the supernatural; his journey from Florida to New Orleans was not a joyish one.

After the murder of his wife and young son, two years ago, Dario needed to leave Florida and get back into his hunter ways. He never stopped searching for the vampire that killed his family. Never finding the bastard, Dario vowed to kill his creator and make sure no one ever had to feel what he felt that night he saw his love and their child ripped to shreds, like confetti paper.

Usually vampires only sucked a human's blood and drained the life from them, but that vampire had a vendetta against Dario's family. Going to the extremes to destroy the supernatural hunter's life.

He didn't have a family of his own anymore, but he did have ties to another Supernatural Hunter family. And they had made him promise to watch over their daughter, Kadence; who denied her hunter heritage. Her parents wanted someone invested in the Supernatural Hunter lifestyle to show her why this was her destiny and Dario was the man for the job.

He hadn't seen her yet, but knowing Kadence from her parent's descriptions and pictures, she'd get into some kind of trouble and he'd have to bail her out soon enough.

She didn't even know he was in town yet.

After Dario closed up, he pulled out his umbrella and started walking home in the rain. Luckily his home wasn't that far from his shop. Only a few blocks away. It was getting late and he didn't expect to see anyone he knew tonight. But people usually popped up when he walked down Bourbon Street towards his home anyway.
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[junebug]

Fenris, huh?

She snickered a little at his public announcement of not being a creeper and sighed. "Well, that's always good to know. Kadence." She shook his hand, then sat back, a grin on her face. "You know it was only one beer, right? There's tons of beers out there. One of my colleagues just decided that it'd be fun to play a prank on me." Kadence drank the rest of the whiskey and sank into her bar stool a little.

"So, Fenris, you live here? I haven't seen you before around these parts. Do you go to school or are you employed?" She ordered a water with no ice, then gulped down almost all of it in one sitting. The Half Moon Bar & Restaurant was rather astounding. The dark and calm atmosphere of the bar side meshed perfectly with the upbeat side. Her eyes caught sight of a young man... he looked around sixteen.

Didn't you have to be twenty one to be on this side of Half Moon late at night?

"Wait, hold that thought." She raised a hand to Fenris to"Bartender!"

She flagged down a black man named Tyrese. He jogged over.

"What's up?"

"That kid..." She pointed to the person with the grey hoodie and smooth side profile. "Is he allowed on this side of the restaurant? He barely looks past eighteen."

Location: Half Moon Bar & Restaurant
Interaction: Fenris @Tyche, Bartender Tyrese (NPC)
Mention: Matthew Willis (NPC), Zai @abalint

 

[Justin]

MANSIONZ
✖✖✖
RICH WHITE GIRLS

HALSEY
✖✖✖
STRANGE LOVE

IMAGINE DRAGONS
✖✖✖
RADIOACTIVE

X AMBASSADORS
✖✖✖
UNSTEADY

♥EROS♛

"YOU CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT..."

FACE CLAIM: CODY SAINTGNUE

Eros had a horrible hangover from the crazy fun he had last night at his club, The Royal Orgy. The name he came up with on the spot when he first bought the building and it stuck with him. The club would still be open tonight, while he sobered up. Thanks to Charles Montgomery, Eros' business partner/co-owner of The Royal Orgy. Charles was the business minded one while Eros was the creative one of the business duo. While the young delusional werewolf partied and acted more like a customer than the club owner, his older and much more mature co-owner took care of the real side of the business. Like making sure the employees got paid and no one filed a lawsuit for Eros' flirty advances.

He had the perfect name; Eros. God of love and sensual pleasure from Greek Mythology. He was a total flirt when drunk. Even when he wasn't drunk, he still flirted with anything that moved.

Luckily he never went any further than a nice session of flirting, as his boyfriend, Hal might not enjoy that all too much. Speaking of said loving boyfriend. Eros was laying in the Original vampire's lap in his living room. The only area in his home that had furniture.

Eros usually stayed over at his best friend, Alex's house. He even made a key for the place... without Alex giving the ok. Eros did a lot of things without getting the ok from someone. But Alex should have been use to it by now, so should Hal.

Turning over to face Hal; or more like Hal's chest. "Hey baby... when did youuuuu get here?" Playfully poking at the male's abs. "Are you part rock? Because you're as hard as one." Laughing loudly at his own horrible joke.

Eros was at least a fun drunk and not some maniac on wheels. Him having a hangover wasn't as bad as most. It just made him more of a ditz than he was when sober. Being a club owner, meant that he could get free drinks all the time and it was the main reason why he loved owning the place. Even thought it wasn't smart to get high on your own supply. Someone must have never told him that.

The night before had done more than just give Eros a hangover; it had stopped him from changing his outfit that smelt of sweat and alcohol. Only someone that truly loved the werewolf would be able to withstand him laying on them while wearing clothes that smelled of last night. His head resting in Hal's lap, he turned over onto his back and looked up at his naked ceiling. "Maybe I should paint this entire place red and lavender. That would be really cute..." He tried to sit up, but failed and laid right back down. "Ugh... I hate this." But he wouldn't stop drinking even if it caused such a bad hangover. That was just Eros' style. Living life to the fullest... even if it meant coming home trashed and sweaty most nights.

HEX CODE
#BA99FF

ROLE
Delusional Werewolf

ALLIED
Everyone

ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Good

OUTFIT
Click Me!

LOCATION
Home

@Spectre of the Fade ♛ @DustBunny

[spoili]
Eros had a horrible hangover from the crazy fun he had last night at his club, The Royal Orgy. The name he came up with on the spot when he first bought the building and it stuck with him. The club would still be open tonight, while he sobered up. Thanks to Charles Montgomery, Eros' business partner/co-owner of The Royal Orgy. Charles was the business minded one while Eros was the creative one of the business duo. While the young delusional werewolf partied and acted more like a customer than the club owner, his older and much more mature co-owner took care of the real side of the business. Like making sure the employees got paid and no one filed a lawsuit for Eros' flirty advances.

He had the perfect name; Eros. God of love and sensual pleasure from Greek Mythology. He was a total flirt when drunk. Even when he wasn't drunk, he still flirted with anything that moved.

Luckily he never went any further than a nice session of flirting, as his boyfriend, Hal might not enjoy that all too much. Speaking of said loving boyfriend. Eros was laying in the Original vampire's lap in his living room. The only area in his home that had furniture.

Eros usually stayed over at his best friend, Alex's house. He even made a key for the place... without Alex giving the ok. Eros did a lot of things without getting the ok from someone. But Alex should have been use to it by now, so should Hal.

Turning over to face Hal; or more like Hal's chest. "Hey baby... when did youuuuu get here?" Playfully poking at the male's abs. "Are you part rock? Because you're as hard as one." Laughing loudly at his own horrible joke.

Eros was at least a fun drunk and not some maniac on wheels. Him having a hangover wasn't as bad as most. It just made him more of a ditz than he was when sober. Being a club owner, meant that he could get free drinks all the time and it was the main reason why he loved owning the place. Even thought it wasn't smart to get high on your own supply. Someone must have never told him that.

The night before had done more than just give Eros a hangover; it had stopped him from changing his outfit that smelt of sweat and alcohol. Only someone that truly loved the werewolf would be able to withstand him laying on them while wearing clothes that smelled of last night. His head resting in Hal's lap, he turned over onto his back and looked up at his naked ceiling. "Maybe I should paint this entire place red and lavender. That would be really cute..." He tried to sit up, but failed and laid right back down. "Ugh... I hate this." But he wouldn't stop drinking even if it caused such a bad hangover. That was just Eros' style. Living life to the fullest... even if it meant coming home trashed and sweaty most nights.
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