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It was about 5pm in the evening with sun just starting to set over New York, creating a gorgeous view of the city dyed in orange and golds. All of this was lost on Elaine at the moment though, all she cared about was the fact she was running late. She knew she should have put a later time, 5:30 simply wasn't late enough for her. Especially when she gets into her baking spirts.

Borrowing just a bit of Mitz feet aspects, she bolted down 13th st. faster then she did her whole life. Skidding to a halt outside of KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees, she smooched her face against the tinted glass to see if anyone arrived yet. Not really able to see anyone besides a few smudged faces, she chewed her bottom lip.

It sort of just dawned on her that she had no idea how to figure out who was a watch and wasn't. Yeah, on her poster's she put key words like Witch Hunt and such, but who knows what super human witch fan might think of them. Pulling on of her many, many posters out, she gave it a quick glance over.

WITCHES WANTED
On FRIDAY the 22nd, please come to KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees for introductions and a mini interview.
COFFEE WILL BE PROVIDED

No Animus Witches Needed, thank you

"Ughhhh~" Without any warning, Elaine buried her face into the poster and let out a deep groan. Chichi peeked at her from his perch if her shoulder, while Mitz just twitched his nose disapproving like from her bag. How in broken broomsticks could she forgot the time!? She was sure Opa and Oma looked it over.... then again, they are like ninety something years old.

Signing through her nose, she just accepted her fate for now and entered the cafe. KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees was a hotspot for witchlings and some older witches to gather. The owner of the gem was a brewer herself, and loved to test her skills on a wide variety of coffees. Of course some humans still frequent the place, but they learned long ago not to look too deeply into the strange shadows within.

Ordering her favorite, Broomsticks and Pumpkin Spices ChaCha Tea, she took a seat at a good sized table in a corner of the cafe. Half of the sears were chairs, while the other half was a booth. Elaine chose the booth side simply because it had pillows. Gathering them to her, she fluffed up several before falling into them and beginning her waiting game. Chichi and Mitz scurried onto the table as soon as her drink came. Stealing her "broomsticks" from it, which were actually long chocolate waffer sticks, and plopping onto the table and munching on them. Rolling her eyes, she took the sole remaining stick and snapped a piece off as she watched the door boredly.

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It was about 5pm in the evening with sun just starting to set over New York, creating a gorgeous view of the city dyed in orange and golds. All of this was lost on Elaine at the moment though, all she cared about was the fact she was running late. She knew she should have put a later time, 5:30 simply wasn't late enough for her. Especially when she gets into her baking spirts.

Borrowing just a bit of Mitz feet aspects, she bolted down 13th st. faster then she did her whole life. Skidding to a halt outside of KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees, she smooched her face against the tinted glass to see if anyone arrived yet. Not really able to see anyone besides a few smudged faces, she chewed her bottom lip.

It sort of just dawned on her that she had no idea how to figure out who was a watch and wasn't. Yeah, on her poster's she put key words like Witch Hunt and such, but who knows what super human witch fan might think of them. Pulling on of her many, many posters out, she gave it a quick glance over.

WITCHES WANTED
On FRIDAY the 22nd, please come to KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees for introductions and a mini interview.
COFFEE WILL BE PROVIDED

No Animus Witches Needed, thank you

"Ughhhh~" Without any warning, Elaine buried her face into the poster and let out a deep groan. Chichi peeked at her from his perch if her shoulder, while Mitz just twitched his nose disapproving like from her bag. How in broken broomsticks could she forgot the time!? She was sure Opa and Oma looked it over.... then again, they are like ninety something years old.

Signing through her nose, she just accepted her fate for now and entered the cafe. KitCat's Bubbles, Brews, & Coffees was a hotspot for witchlings and some older witches to gather. The owner of the gem was a brewer herself, and loved to test her skills on a wide variety of coffees. Of course some humans still frequent the place, but they learned long ago not to look too deeply into the strange shadows within.

Ordering her favorite, Broomsticks and Pumpkin Spices ChaCha Tea, she took a seat at a good sized table in a corner of the cafe. Half of the sears were chairs, while the other half was a booth. Elaine chose the booth side simply because it had pillows. Gathering them to her, she fluffed up several before falling into them and beginning her waiting game. Chichi and Mitz scurried onto the table as soon as her drink came. Stealing her "broomsticks" from it, which were actually long chocolate waffer sticks, and plopping onto the table and munching on them. Rolling her eyes, she took the sole remaining stick and snapped a piece off as she watched the door boredly.

@Tteok
@MizzleFrau
@Chessboard
@KalliZora
@Tsukii
@Avanari
@SoaringLynx
@Zuron
@kkira555
@Kamirah
I think that everyone.... *ahem* Welcome witchlings and hunters! This will be our rp forum. Please do not post anything besides the rp here, everything else goes on the OOC chat. Also please be mindful that other rpers will not be able to post everyday b/c of busy rl, so don't go leaving them in the dust. If things do get to her if and fast, I will put a posting limit on you naughty peepers. Alright! Have fun ( = w = )

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Last edited on Feb 19, 2018 00:57:07 by Foxbrush

"Hey there, gorgeous," the extremely handsome, wondrously hot actor said, holding his hand out to Katie. This was a dream come true, Adam Driver in the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast. He was the beast, the flawless beast, and Katie was Belle. "Hey there," he said, "gorgeous," again.

"Why hello," Katie drooled from her mouth onto the pillow and sheets. Hugin cawed again, exasperatedly trying to get his dumb human to get up. To no avail, he hopped up and down on her chest. "Oh, Adam," she muttered in her sleep. Sighing, Hugin took a deep breath and screamed.

"Are you kidding me?" Katie yelled and swatted her familiar with a drool-topped pillow. "Hugin," she clenched her fists, "I was this close, the closest I'd ever been to him." Katie yawned and pulled her sheets up to her cheeks. "Wait," her eyes snapped open and all tiredness left her face. "I'm late!"

Katie literally jumped into her clothes, grabbed Hugin, kissed Mama and Papa goodbye, and dashed out the apartment door,

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Her hair was a mess, her outfit didn't match, and she'd left her headphones at home but she was already late for today, of all days. She couldn't believe it. She expected to be met with criticizing glares as she burst into the coffee shop, but that strangely wasn't the case. Her heart sunk lower, she'd missed the meeting.

Groaning, she walked into the shop. She had never really been to this part of the city this often, but it was certainly her style. She glanced to her right, at a girl perhaps just over her age, with two adorable familiars. Hugin perched on her shoulder looked like a hag compared to them. "You will not eat them," she muttered to the crow.

She ordered her drink, a cold white chocolate mocha, and sat down in one of the cushioned booths. Cupping her hands around the drink, she let Hugin have a few sips. "It's good," he cawed. She hoped this was a bad dream, again. She made eye contact with the witch again.

"Hi," she said and smiled lightly. While she tried to be positive a lot of the time, today, she was having a difficult time. "Were you here for the meeting, too?"

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"Hey there, gorgeous," the extremely handsome, wondrously hot actor said, holding his hand out to Katie. This was a dream come true, Adam Driver in the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast. He was the beast, the flawless beast, and Katie was Belle. "Hey there," he said, "gorgeous," again.

"Why hello," Katie drooled from her mouth onto the pillow and sheets. Hugin cawed again, exasperatedly trying to get his dumb human to get up. To no avail, he hopped up and down on her chest. "Oh, Adam," she muttered in her sleep. Sighing, Hugin took a deep breath and screamed.

"Are you kidding me?" Katie yelled and swatted her familiar with a drool-topped pillow. "Hugin," she clenched her fists, "I was this close, the closest I'd ever been to him." Katie yawned and pulled her sheets up to her cheeks. "Wait," her eyes snapped open and all tiredness left her face. "I'm late!"

Katie literally jumped into her clothes, grabbed Hugin, kissed Mama and Papa goodbye, and dashed out the apartment door,

~~~

Her hair was a mess, her outfit didn't match, and she'd left her headphones at home but she was already late for today, of all days. She couldn't believe it. She expected to be met with criticizing glares as she burst into the coffee shop, but that strangely wasn't the case. Her heart sunk lower, she'd missed the meeting.

Groaning, she walked into the shop. She had never really been to this part of the city this often, but it was certainly her style. She glanced to her right, at a girl perhaps just over her age, with two adorable familiars. Hugin perched on her shoulder looked like a hag compared to them. "You will not eat them," she muttered to the crow.

She ordered her drink, a cold white chocolate mocha, and sat down in one of the cushioned booths. Cupping her hands around the drink, she let Hugin have a few sips. "It's good," he cawed. She hoped this was a bad dream, again. She made eye contact with the witch again.

"Hi," she said and smiled lightly. While she tried to be positive a lot of the time, today, she was having a difficult time. "Were you here for the meeting, too?"

Last edited on Dec 22, 2017 09:07:26 by Kamirah

Waking up at 5 in the evening to a beagle jumping from the floor onto his stomach and his squeaking older sister Lia standing over him with a poster in her hands after a long night of helping their mother with potions could have been the start to a bad day. Following much shouting and shooing his sister out of his room, he pulled on his favorite purple hoodie, tugged his hair up into a messy-almost-bun, grabbed his binder, the poster, and Sadie's leash, finally making his way out into the city.

Or maybe the start to a possible bad day was tripping over Sadie while he was reading the poster and going head over heels down the first set of stairs in the apartment building. He groaned and picked himself and his things up, heading to the coffee shop listed on the poster, at least it was his favorite one, while Sadie kept trying to run off ahead despite the leash.

Something dawned on him when he arrived at the place. How was he supposed to know who put out these posters, unless they left another poster visible next to them? Was he too late? There wasn't a time on it. Shae sighed heading inside ordering a hot chocolate, hit hard with vanilla, whipped cream, chocolate shavings, birch broomsticks, and a small cup of Whipped cream for Sadie. When he noticed the two girls in the booth he headed over to them. Sadie, placing her front paws on the booth's seat next to the mix-matched clothed girl, panting and tail probably whacking the poor girl's leg a mile a minute.

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Waking up at 5 in the evening to a beagle jumping from the floor onto his stomach and his squeaking older sister Lia standing over him with a poster in her hands after a long night of helping their mother with potions could have been the start to a bad day. Following much shouting and shooing his sister out of his room, he pulled on his favorite purple hoodie, tugged his hair up into a messy-almost-bun, grabbed his binder, the poster, and Sadie's leash, finally making his way out into the city.

Or maybe the start to a possible bad day was tripping over Sadie while he was reading the poster and going head over heels down the first set of stairs in the apartment building. He groaned and picked himself and his things up, heading to the coffee shop listed on the poster, at least it was his favorite one, while Sadie kept trying to run off ahead despite the leash.

Something dawned on him when he arrived at the place. How was he supposed to know who put out these posters, unless they left another poster visible next to them? Was he too late? There wasn't a time on it. Shae sighed heading inside ordering a hot chocolate, hit hard with vanilla, whipped cream, chocolate shavings, birch broomsticks, and a small cup of Whipped cream for Sadie. When he noticed the two girls in the booth he headed over to them. Sadie, placing her front paws on the booth's seat next to the mix-matched clothed girl, panting and tail probably whacking the poor girl's leg a mile a minute.

At about that time, an obnoxiously loud barking could be heard. Juniper was practically on top of Chloe, not paying any mind to the fact that it was a pain in the butt for the hotel staff to clean up his muddy paw prints. And it may have been a trip across the country, but the jet lag was really getting to her.

((It's winter IRL so I guess it's winter in game)) "Five more minutes, Juni," Chloe mumbled, spritzing her dog with a small stream of warm water. She knew he liked that. He licked her face. Eyes still bleary, she rolled out of bed and shuffled her way through the process of getting dressed and ready for the day, Juniper frolicking at her heels. She left the hotel and stepped out into the fresh New York snow, her malamute pal following behind, until she made it to the cafe.

Ah, New York. So sparkly in winter, so beautiful, so...so full of buildings. There never used to be so many in her little corner of Oregon. She was going to need a lot of coffee to make it through the day without shuffling around like a constantly wet and disoriented zombie. Still in a wintry daze, she stumbled up to the counter, and said "I'll have a caramel latte and a muffin for me, and a ham and egg sandwich for Juniper. Hold the bread." Juniper had to have his leash tied to the table to keep from jumping. After receiving the latte, muffin and egg, she made it back to the table and dropped the egg on the ground, where Juniper wolfed it down happily.

Yup, it was going to be a long stay here.

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At about that time, an obnoxiously loud barking could be heard. Juniper was practically on top of Chloe, not paying any mind to the fact that it was a pain in the butt for the hotel staff to clean up his muddy paw prints. And it may have been a trip across the country, but the jet lag was really getting to her.

((It's winter IRL so I guess it's winter in game)) "Five more minutes, Juni," Chloe mumbled, spritzing her dog with a small stream of warm water. She knew he liked that. He licked her face. Eyes still bleary, she rolled out of bed and shuffled her way through the process of getting dressed and ready for the day, Juniper frolicking at her heels. She left the hotel and stepped out into the fresh New York snow, her malamute pal following behind, until she made it to the cafe.

Ah, New York. So sparkly in winter, so beautiful, so...so full of buildings. There never used to be so many in her little corner of Oregon. She was going to need a lot of coffee to make it through the day without shuffling around like a constantly wet and disoriented zombie. Still in a wintry daze, she stumbled up to the counter, and said "I'll have a caramel latte and a muffin for me, and a ham and egg sandwich for Juniper. Hold the bread." Juniper had to have his leash tied to the table to keep from jumping. After receiving the latte, muffin and egg, she made it back to the table and dropped the egg on the ground, where Juniper wolfed it down happily.

Yup, it was going to be a long stay here.

Last edited on Dec 22, 2017 09:33:32 by LoversMasque

A slight, sharp wind blew for a moment as Jonas adjusted his coat. Though he was used to cold weather, having grown up in the midwest, it was still incredibly easy for him to start feeling the effects of the cold. He had been in New York for three weeks now, and his search had slowed to a crawl. Leads had led him to believe there was a large community of witches living within the big apple itself, but once he arrived he found himself lost in the big city. He was at a complete loss of where to go or what to do.

It was only shortly past 5, but the sun had already set. The lights of the city blocked any view of the stars, but in their own way seemed to replace them. If he had anyone to send pictures to, he would have already flooded them with dozens of the city by now. With a sigh the man gave up on the hopes of finding anything more tonight and resolved to pick it up again tomorrow. As he continued lazily down the street, he paused to look into a restaurant he was passing by. With the name of Upland, it had a warm orange glow to it with plenty of booths and a very large bar in the center of it. The bar was honestly all it took to convince him.

He walked in and sat at the bar. The warmth of the building instantly put him at ease. He ordered an old fashioned and settled in. He planned on sitting there people watching for a while, probably get dinner as well, and eventually make his way back to his hotel room. It wasn’t a particularly productive day, but it kept too many negative thoughts at bay, so it was enough for him.

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A slight, sharp wind blew for a moment as Jonas adjusted his coat. Though he was used to cold weather, having grown up in the midwest, it was still incredibly easy for him to start feeling the effects of the cold. He had been in New York for three weeks now, and his search had slowed to a crawl. Leads had led him to believe there was a large community of witches living within the big apple itself, but once he arrived he found himself lost in the big city. He was at a complete loss of where to go or what to do.

It was only shortly past 5, but the sun had already set. The lights of the city blocked any view of the stars, but in their own way seemed to replace them. If he had anyone to send pictures to, he would have already flooded them with dozens of the city by now. With a sigh the man gave up on the hopes of finding anything more tonight and resolved to pick it up again tomorrow. As he continued lazily down the street, he paused to look into a restaurant he was passing by. With the name of Upland, it had a warm orange glow to it with plenty of booths and a very large bar in the center of it. The bar was honestly all it took to convince him.

He walked in and sat at the bar. The warmth of the building instantly put him at ease. He ordered an old fashioned and settled in. He planned on sitting there people watching for a while, probably get dinner as well, and eventually make his way back to his hotel room. It wasn’t a particularly productive day, but it kept too many negative thoughts at bay, so it was enough for him.

@MizzleFrau - ((I hope you don't mind me jumping in on the wagon. I may have put in some bar and character details for a few things. I am not used to multi-role playing though, so I may have mucked something up. Oliver has been in the bar a while though, so he may have picked up on a few things.((

Oliver sat at the end of one end of a bar. He sat hunched over the bar sitting on a rickety bar stool. His face was veiled with exhaustion and grimness. His arms lay on the bar surface. In one leather-gloved hand, he turned a glass of caramel coloured liquid filled with clinking ice cubes. In his other, he gripped a worn rosary. He wore a leather long coat that trailed nearly to the floor. It was black and worn. It appeared older than the man wearing it. The edges were frayed and scratched. Between the man's legs was a thick, gnarled umbrella. He smelled of smoke and had small droplets of water from melted snow running down his coat and well combed, black hair.

Oliver gripped the glass tightly and didn't notice the cold draft from the opening door. He lifted the glass to his face but stopped short. He gripped it again and brought it down on the bar with a thud, spilling some of the drink onto the table. He grimaced. He opened and closed his gloved hand like it was stiff. Another man, as old or older and almost as pale as he, sat at the bar nearby and ordered. Oliver spared him a glance. A dull, grey haze. He wasn't the worst person he had met that day. Most of the people in this particular bar had something they wanted to forget. Oliver included. Questions he needed answers to in his case.

The bartender, an older gentleman with a bushy mustache and receding silver hair collected the order and got to work. He was the brightest fellow in the room actually. He had probably just gotten some Christmas gifts or something. As the man walked past Oliver, he rose one of his eyebrows at the mostly full glass. Oliver lifted the glass again and responded, "I don't drink." He set the glass down again after a moment's hesitation. He might start though. What good are virtues if they aren't tested once in a while?

Oliver sat up slightly. He had spent what money he had been carrying on the one drink he couldn't drink. What would the mothers think? Perhaps they would be pleased that he restrained himself from drinking it, or maybe disappointed that he had gotten close enough to do so. He sighed at the thought. He had left his family in a wolf's den only to step into another. If he could return then and there, he would, but he still needed something to return home with. Something. Anything,

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@MizzleFrau - ((I hope you don't mind me jumping in on the wagon. I may have put in some bar and character details for a few things. I am not used to multi-role playing though, so I may have mucked something up. Oliver has been in the bar a while though, so he may have picked up on a few things.((

Oliver sat at the end of one end of a bar. He sat hunched over the bar sitting on a rickety bar stool. His face was veiled with exhaustion and grimness. His arms lay on the bar surface. In one leather-gloved hand, he turned a glass of caramel coloured liquid filled with clinking ice cubes. In his other, he gripped a worn rosary. He wore a leather long coat that trailed nearly to the floor. It was black and worn. It appeared older than the man wearing it. The edges were frayed and scratched. Between the man's legs was a thick, gnarled umbrella. He smelled of smoke and had small droplets of water from melted snow running down his coat and well combed, black hair.

Oliver gripped the glass tightly and didn't notice the cold draft from the opening door. He lifted the glass to his face but stopped short. He gripped it again and brought it down on the bar with a thud, spilling some of the drink onto the table. He grimaced. He opened and closed his gloved hand like it was stiff. Another man, as old or older and almost as pale as he, sat at the bar nearby and ordered. Oliver spared him a glance. A dull, grey haze. He wasn't the worst person he had met that day. Most of the people in this particular bar had something they wanted to forget. Oliver included. Questions he needed answers to in his case.

The bartender, an older gentleman with a bushy mustache and receding silver hair collected the order and got to work. He was the brightest fellow in the room actually. He had probably just gotten some Christmas gifts or something. As the man walked past Oliver, he rose one of his eyebrows at the mostly full glass. Oliver lifted the glass again and responded, "I don't drink." He set the glass down again after a moment's hesitation. He might start though. What good are virtues if they aren't tested once in a while?

Oliver sat up slightly. He had spent what money he had been carrying on the one drink he couldn't drink. What would the mothers think? Perhaps they would be pleased that he restrained himself from drinking it, or maybe disappointed that he had gotten close enough to do so. He sighed at the thought. He had left his family in a wolf's den only to step into another. If he could return then and there, he would, but he still needed something to return home with. Something. Anything,

Last edited on Dec 22, 2017 12:13:21 by Zuron

It was too warm.

Although Hayley had just begun to wake up despite the evening light filtering in through the cieling to floor window, he distinctly remembered turning up the heat before he collapsed completely exhausted the night before. 35 degrees Celsius was it? Maybe he had even cranked it up to 38 or 39. But the details didn't matter - what did, however, was that he was beginning to grow uncomfortably hot despite his tolerance for such things.

There wasn't a blanket in sight, rather a light sheet lay limp off to the side of the mattress, most likely kicked off sometime earlier. As his sight adjusted to the dim lighting, he found a black lacquer mug sitting on the night stand, cold coffee still waiting to be finished. Everything was still. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except that his sorry excuse for an alarm clock had not woken him up at the preferred time.

"So then what in the devil is making it so damn-," he began to complain, but he abruptly cut off his own hoarse whisper as his eyes fell upon an interesting pair of muscular arms encircling his waist as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What do we have here, my little monkey," he chuckled, tossing back the top half of the covers to find Colin curled into a little ball with Nica snuggled happily next to him, still fast asleep. The younger male made a few moans as he readjusted his legs, hands gripping tighter to Hayley so that he became locked in an iron grasp. Except now those fingers were getting closer to a place they shouldn't be.

"Woah there easy on the goods," grabbing each of Colin's wrist he hesitantly moved them upwards towards his chest, being incredibly gentle as to not wake him. But his companion easily settled into this new position, head resting on Hayley's thighs.

"Well isn't that just darling."

A sultry female voice entered his ear, her whisper as light as the breeze. "It's always so adorable to see you two like this."

Turning towards the darkened area of their studio apartment, he found the elongated shadow of a woman, her legs crossed elegantly , face resting against her long bony hands. It seemed, yet again, she would not come forward in her physical form, preferring to keep herself comfortably hidden in the darkness.

"Good morning Noose."

"Well, good evening sweetheart. It seems we had another long night?" Her tone sounded genuine, but he knew better than anyone that meant she was simply teasing him. That was her job, after all.

"I told you that Hunter association or whatever you call it was going to be the absolute death of you." She snickered a bit, obviously entertained by the nature of her statement. "But you can't keep avoiding their 'requests' forever." Noose paused, choosing her words carefully.

"You've already gone down that rabbit hole a long time ago, so this is nothing new to you. You're practically a veteran." He watched as her shadow shifted ever so slightly to reveal a male torso that was behind her. "Of course, you don't have to dirty your hands alone?"

Hayley furrowed his brows but didn't deny anything. Whatever witch hunting game they wanted to play, it would have to be saved for later. "Maybe another time," he mumbled, absentmindedly running his fingers through Colin's tousled hair.

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It was too warm.

Although Hayley had just begun to wake up despite the evening light filtering in through the cieling to floor window, he distinctly remembered turning up the heat before he collapsed completely exhausted the night before. 35 degrees Celsius was it? Maybe he had even cranked it up to 38 or 39. But the details didn't matter - what did, however, was that he was beginning to grow uncomfortably hot despite his tolerance for such things.

There wasn't a blanket in sight, rather a light sheet lay limp off to the side of the mattress, most likely kicked off sometime earlier. As his sight adjusted to the dim lighting, he found a black lacquer mug sitting on the night stand, cold coffee still waiting to be finished. Everything was still. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except that his sorry excuse for an alarm clock had not woken him up at the preferred time.

"So then what in the devil is making it so damn-," he began to complain, but he abruptly cut off his own hoarse whisper as his eyes fell upon an interesting pair of muscular arms encircling his waist as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"What do we have here, my little monkey," he chuckled, tossing back the top half of the covers to find Colin curled into a little ball with Nica snuggled happily next to him, still fast asleep. The younger male made a few moans as he readjusted his legs, hands gripping tighter to Hayley so that he became locked in an iron grasp. Except now those fingers were getting closer to a place they shouldn't be.

"Woah there easy on the goods," grabbing each of Colin's wrist he hesitantly moved them upwards towards his chest, being incredibly gentle as to not wake him. But his companion easily settled into this new position, head resting on Hayley's thighs.

"Well isn't that just darling."

A sultry female voice entered his ear, her whisper as light as the breeze. "It's always so adorable to see you two like this."

Turning towards the darkened area of their studio apartment, he found the elongated shadow of a woman, her legs crossed elegantly , face resting against her long bony hands. It seemed, yet again, she would not come forward in her physical form, preferring to keep herself comfortably hidden in the darkness.

"Good morning Noose."

"Well, good evening sweetheart. It seems we had another long night?" Her tone sounded genuine, but he knew better than anyone that meant she was simply teasing him. That was her job, after all.

"I told you that Hunter association or whatever you call it was going to be the absolute death of you." She snickered a bit, obviously entertained by the nature of her statement. "But you can't keep avoiding their 'requests' forever." Noose paused, choosing her words carefully.

"You've already gone down that rabbit hole a long time ago, so this is nothing new to you. You're practically a veteran." He watched as her shadow shifted ever so slightly to reveal a male torso that was behind her. "Of course, you don't have to dirty your hands alone?"

Hayley furrowed his brows but didn't deny anything. Whatever witch hunting game they wanted to play, it would have to be saved for later. "Maybe another time," he mumbled, absentmindedly running his fingers through Colin's tousled hair.

Sunlight filtered through the windows, the warm tones becoming deeper as the day drooped into the evening.
Cassidy sat still on a small wooden stool, topped with a worn velvet red cushion. Her Nana's maid, Sylvia, was tying yet another ribbon into her hair. She had been obsessed with doing this ever since Cassie's golden brown hair was long enough to be tied up. Her hair was in pigtail braids, the left side one being completed with a rosy pink bow.

A sullen calico cat sat snoring quietly in her lap, like an old-man taking a nap on a couch. She pet him gently, and looked out the window.
"Miss Cassidy, don't turn your head so much." Sylvia chided.
"Sorry Miss Sylvia." She returned.
Cassie kept her head turned towards the slightly foggy window. She saw a butterfly dance outside the window, teasing her.
And apparently Fudge too, he had woken up and was following the creature intently.

"Can I go outside? I've been very good today, I even sat through my math lesson without complaining. You can ask Nana!" Cassie rambled, trying to give Sylvia a reason to let her go without even hearing her answer first.
Sylvia sighed, and nodded reluctantly.
"I suppose you can. Say hi to your Nana first, she has a surprise for you. Also stay in the yard, I'll be out after I finish making your dinner." She said sternly.

"Thank you Miss Sylvia! I'm also taking Fudge!" Cassie yelped while running through the halls, practically dragging the poor cat behind her. She reached her Nana's room fueled on a child's excitement, and ripped opened the door.
"Hi Nana! I'm going outside now! I'm going to catch butterflies with Fudge!" She said happily. Her Nana gently grabbed her right wrist, and attached a beautiful hand made bracelet to it.
"Take this, and have fun dear." Cassie was practically out the door already, "And don't be late for dinner!" Her Nana called.
Cassie flung open the door, Fudge waddling behind her. She took a step outside.

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Sunlight filtered through the windows, the warm tones becoming deeper as the day drooped into the evening.
Cassidy sat still on a small wooden stool, topped with a worn velvet red cushion. Her Nana's maid, Sylvia, was tying yet another ribbon into her hair. She had been obsessed with doing this ever since Cassie's golden brown hair was long enough to be tied up. Her hair was in pigtail braids, the left side one being completed with a rosy pink bow.

A sullen calico cat sat snoring quietly in her lap, like an old-man taking a nap on a couch. She pet him gently, and looked out the window.
"Miss Cassidy, don't turn your head so much." Sylvia chided.
"Sorry Miss Sylvia." She returned.
Cassie kept her head turned towards the slightly foggy window. She saw a butterfly dance outside the window, teasing her.
And apparently Fudge too, he had woken up and was following the creature intently.

"Can I go outside? I've been very good today, I even sat through my math lesson without complaining. You can ask Nana!" Cassie rambled, trying to give Sylvia a reason to let her go without even hearing her answer first.
Sylvia sighed, and nodded reluctantly.
"I suppose you can. Say hi to your Nana first, she has a surprise for you. Also stay in the yard, I'll be out after I finish making your dinner." She said sternly.

"Thank you Miss Sylvia! I'm also taking Fudge!" Cassie yelped while running through the halls, practically dragging the poor cat behind her. She reached her Nana's room fueled on a child's excitement, and ripped opened the door.
"Hi Nana! I'm going outside now! I'm going to catch butterflies with Fudge!" She said happily. Her Nana gently grabbed her right wrist, and attached a beautiful hand made bracelet to it.
"Take this, and have fun dear." Cassie was practically out the door already, "And don't be late for dinner!" Her Nana called.
Cassie flung open the door, Fudge waddling behind her. She took a step outside.

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The other man at the bar vaguely caught his attention when he spoke up. Who came to a bar and ordered a drink if they didn’t actually drink? He had heard of people lighting cigars or cigarettes and inhaling the smoke without actually smoking them, but he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard of someone who would order a drink without at some point actually drinking it. While it wasn’t the most bizarre thing he had seen or heard of, it still stood out from anyone else in the establishment.

Meanwhile, the man himself looked pretty roughed up. Clothes well worn and tattered and noticeable bags underneath his eyes. Jonas recognized the look of the man. The dull eyes, slouched posture, twitchy movements. He had seen it enough in hospital waiting rooms. It was the look of someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders, someone whose world is burning around them while they try and move forward and ignore the flames.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet to pay for his drink. As he set his credit card on the bartop, he instructed to the bartender: “Get him something nonalcoholic, I’ll pay.” A few dollars on a drink for a weary stranger wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, it was close to the holidays. Might as well get into the giving spirit. He made eye contact with the other man, raised his glass slightly, and then knocked the whole thing back in three long gulps before ordering a second.

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@Zuron

The other man at the bar vaguely caught his attention when he spoke up. Who came to a bar and ordered a drink if they didn’t actually drink? He had heard of people lighting cigars or cigarettes and inhaling the smoke without actually smoking them, but he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard of someone who would order a drink without at some point actually drinking it. While it wasn’t the most bizarre thing he had seen or heard of, it still stood out from anyone else in the establishment.

Meanwhile, the man himself looked pretty roughed up. Clothes well worn and tattered and noticeable bags underneath his eyes. Jonas recognized the look of the man. The dull eyes, slouched posture, twitchy movements. He had seen it enough in hospital waiting rooms. It was the look of someone with the weight of the world on their shoulders, someone whose world is burning around them while they try and move forward and ignore the flames.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet to pay for his drink. As he set his credit card on the bartop, he instructed to the bartender: “Get him something nonalcoholic, I’ll pay.” A few dollars on a drink for a weary stranger wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, it was close to the holidays. Might as well get into the giving spirit. He made eye contact with the other man, raised his glass slightly, and then knocked the whole thing back in three long gulps before ordering a second.

((I am subbed here, so no need to ping. I also don't want to drown anyone else out, so warn me if I talk too much. Also Oliver has never met more than one possible, minor witch. He might not be able to recognize a cursed hunter or witch well.))

Oliver gave a feigned smile to the stranger at the bar. It disintegrated quickly though. He squinted. He thought he could see something, but he couldn't be sure. The stranger was clean and well groomed. He basically wore money in comparison to Oliver. He turned back to his drink. The Bartender nodded at the stranger and brought Oliver a faded glass of cola. It bubbled as Oliver lifted it to his lips. A small, fresh scratch on the top as he sipped.

Oliver had tried Coca-Cola as a child that a few men had brought for the parish children. He remembered because one of the delivery men almost dripped with vileness. He watched the sisters with great interest. He was dragged away by his partner before he had started drooling, fortunately. He hasn't had it since until the bartender had given him a glass. It was hard to get where he lived anyway. He suddenly hoped Sister Marie was well, she had fallen ill when he had left. That was a week or so ago. The Parish hadn't had a working phone for a year though, so he had no way of finding out.

Oliver set his glass down lightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose with the hand carrying his rosary. He thought momentarily before closing and opening his hand again. The gloves, upon close examination, fit almost awkwardly on his right hand, the one he kept opening and closing. The other, which carried his article of faith seemed well-worn but it fit nearly flawlessly comparatively. ((Like a glove.)) He pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a tarnished watch. Nearly six. He looked and saw that the sun had already set.

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((I am subbed here, so no need to ping. I also don't want to drown anyone else out, so warn me if I talk too much. Also Oliver has never met more than one possible, minor witch. He might not be able to recognize a cursed hunter or witch well.))

Oliver gave a feigned smile to the stranger at the bar. It disintegrated quickly though. He squinted. He thought he could see something, but he couldn't be sure. The stranger was clean and well groomed. He basically wore money in comparison to Oliver. He turned back to his drink. The Bartender nodded at the stranger and brought Oliver a faded glass of cola. It bubbled as Oliver lifted it to his lips. A small, fresh scratch on the top as he sipped.

Oliver had tried Coca-Cola as a child that a few men had brought for the parish children. He remembered because one of the delivery men almost dripped with vileness. He watched the sisters with great interest. He was dragged away by his partner before he had started drooling, fortunately. He hasn't had it since until the bartender had given him a glass. It was hard to get where he lived anyway. He suddenly hoped Sister Marie was well, she had fallen ill when he had left. That was a week or so ago. The Parish hadn't had a working phone for a year though, so he had no way of finding out.

Oliver set his glass down lightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose with the hand carrying his rosary. He thought momentarily before closing and opening his hand again. The gloves, upon close examination, fit almost awkwardly on his right hand, the one he kept opening and closing. The other, which carried his article of faith seemed well-worn but it fit nearly flawlessly comparatively. ((Like a glove.)) He pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a tarnished watch. Nearly six. He looked and saw that the sun had already set.

Last edited on Dec 22, 2017 16:09:43 by Zuron