| Lucius Dalca |
07/23/17 |
A connection was made causing her hostility to subsided almost as much as the ego Lucius sometimes carried with him. He had met witches and warlocks but very few ever left real impressions. Her own curiosity poked at his and now it seemed they were going for lunch.
"We have a deal then." He grin as she released his arm and he pocketed the bills., "I heard of many restaurants in the Big Apple but I have been meaning to check out the Gramercy Tavern. It has a Michelin star, I think.. Shall we?" The smirk was replaced by a small but genuine smile. If there was a way to get to know people better it was certainly through their stomachs and he loved to eat. He figured it might help loosen her up as well. |
| Lucius Dalca |
07/23/17 |
Lucius felt a hand on his arm and immediately knew she had caught him. He tried to contain the smirk coming across his lips from her question but it was all too fun. Truth be told, it wasn't the first time he had done a job on her. "You could say that..." He answered holding the bills on his hand.
"I am heading to an expensive lunch now.. Would to join me?" He asked while indirectly sensing her aura and recognizing it as one of his kind. At least similar in some aspects. "You are paying for it after all."
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| Mackenzie |
07/16/17 |
She blinks, surprised by the woman's candid questioning. Mackenzie wonders briefly what her experience might be with the unknown. "Solomon might be a werewolf, but he is far more gentle than any individual I've met in my lifetime." Kenz knows too well what would happen should he ever catch wind of what happened that night. He'd leave her, never speak to her again, she would lose him forever.
A small frown appears upon her features as her arms fold before her, mimicking her discomfort at the thought of losing her best friend. "I love him. Deeply. And I am trying to do right by him. I'm sure you understand?" |
| Mackenzie |
07/12/17 |
Mackenzie's stare is steady as she watches the girl before. Perhaps older in natural years, but so much younger than she. The girl considers what Ophelia has said, and the offer on the table. After a short, stoic silence, Mackenzie shakes her head minutely. "No... it doesn't feel right."
Things are too fragile right now in their lives, their balance precariously delicate as a much younger life stands as a pillar of their morale. "That man is precious to me. He doesn't deserve anything but the best, and confusing his mind is not that." |
| Ellie Mae |
07/10/17 |
Smiling brightly at her, Ellie gave a soft laugh as she nodded, making sure her phone slid into her pocket this time. "I definitely know that feeling. I feel like my phone is my life line most days," she grinned, giving another nod towards the woman's question. "Yeah. Just got here a few days ago. It seems pretty cool so far, not as scary as where I was before I got here. How about you? How long have you been around?" |
| Mackenzie |
07/09/17 |
Surprise crosses her features at the question, and Mackenzie takes a moment to consider everything. A fleeting period of panic comes over her before she gets a grip on reality once more, and sea meets land as she captures her gaze. "Please don't call him that," she speaks softly.
"He hasn't mentioned it. We don't talk about those days." Nervous, she bites her lip, "Could he? Remember that?" |
| Mackenzie |
07/09/17 |
It isn't often that Mackenzie feels unease, or even inferior, but this is one of those times. Like a child seeing an adult for the first time, or an errant teen facing the judge over some misdemeanor, she shies within herself. "I'll admit, it's hard even now..."
She could have done without the reminder of that night. "I've moved back to New York... with Solomon." |
| Mackenzie |
07/09/17 |
At the sound of her name rolling off a Southern tongue, Mackenzie stops dead in her tracks. It's a voice she would remember always, for the last time she'd seen the woman, the circumstances had been grave. Turning, her cool eyes flicker over Ophelia before meeting hers.
She shifts her weight in slight discomfort, finding her voice. "In the flesh... it's been a while." |
| Ellie Mae |
07/09/17 |
After sending a quick text to her friend from the library, Ellie had thought she had managed to slip the phone into her back pocket, preferring that than to holding it, just to keep her hands free. Not making the connection that the sound she had heard of something falling, had indeed been her phone, she merely continued to walk, wanting to get home to make some dinner. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the woman tensed, until she turned to look at the other woman.
Glancing down at the woman's hand, a smile spread across her lips as she nodded, taking the surprisingly undamaged phone from the woman's hand. "Thank you. You're a life saver," she mused, giving her a warm smile. "I'm Ellie." |
| Lucius Dalca |
07/04/17 |
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| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Ophelia
You'll be hearing from me. Cheers. |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Ophelia
Do you intend to remain there?
My schedule is a bit busy for the next few weeks.
May I contact you again when the excitement dies down? |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Ophelia
Guilty, though not entirely intentional.
I'd like to return it to you. |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Ophelia
It seems I nicked a bit more than money from you. Aren't you missing anything? |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Ophelia
Aye. You know me better as the redheaded pickpocket. |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Funny
Unless I've been lied to my entire life, in which case someone has some serious explaining to do, no.
My name is Autumn. |
| Autumn Summers |
06/28/17 |
Unknown Number
Is this the dark haired lass known as Ophelia? |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
06/25/17 |
Ophelia
God Bless you, woman. |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
06/25/17 |
Ophelia
I am married to a woman who far prefers beer.
You can understand my dilemma. |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
06/25/17 |
Ophelia
Coffee, an entire bottle of wine...
Whichever. |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
05/04/17 |
I'm almost afraid to ask what you did. At least it's a good picture! |
| Autumn Summers |
05/04/17 |
Touché. Though chances are they'd have only gotten the top of my head, unless I stood on the tips of my toes. |
| Autumn Summers |
05/04/17 |
What a lovely picture of you in today's paper. |
| W_Kat |
05/04/17 |
Congrats on PotD! |
| Autumn Summers |
05/02/17 |
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| Ella Donovan |
05/01/17 |
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| Autumn Summers |
05/01/17 |
Autumn chuckled. The woman was probably dismal if and when she ever played poker. Her thoughts displayed on her lovely face, clear as day. Again, like yours truly.
"It absolutely can be. Some are far more difficult than others." The right corner of her lips twitched. "But please continue to assume that is all I do, based on just a shred of evidence. Cheers."
With a cheeky wink, the redhead spun on her heel and wandered away, not a care in the world. |
| Autumn Summers |
05/01/17 |
Relieved of the one meager note, Autumn allowed her arms to hang relaxed at her sides. She didn't think the woman planned to make an attempt at wresting the rest of it back, futile as it might be, but best not to be caught unawares. Some people were bloody stubborn... like herself.
"Keep it out of your purse then." She arched a shapely brow, the sharpness gone from her expression. It read more thoughtful than anything. "You believe I don't work for mine?" |
| Autumn Summers |
05/01/17 |
Slender shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug. The smile never left her lips. Quite the opposite, in fact. It broadened. People took petty theft so personally.
"Such is the way of things in the realm. If you don't like it, I suggest you be more vigilant. Or don't carry large sums of money with you."
If the woman thought Autumn would be physically intimidated by her, she was very much mistaken. Autumn stayed right where she was.
Tilting her head, the redhead appeared to consider, fingertip tapping her chin. "You know what... you're right." A dainty hand slipped into her pocket and reappeared, holding a one pound note, which she extended toward the woman. "Consider it a consolation prize." |
| Autumn Summers |
05/01/17 |
Busted.
And yet that fact, as well as the dark haired woman's obvious irritation, did not faze her in the slightest. If people were so concerned about being relieved of their money, they would do well not to carry such obscene amounts on their person, just begging to me nipped.
No, being caught only made things more interesting. It was the heinous accent which grated on her nerves. She preferred nails on a chalk board.
Autumn turned to face the woman, amusement sparkling in her own green eyes. At least the face made up for the accent. A vague memory from New Orleans, or was it New York, popped into her mind. She'd nipped a sizeable amount there, too. "I can't help myself. My curiosity gets the better of me from time to time," she grinned. |
| Lucius Dalca |
04/25/17 |
Lucius was minding his own business as usual but it wasn't until a particular person caught his attention that he felt the need to get a closer look. He went by the woman like nothing and boom! He got more red lobster money.
You were successful in stealing $333.00 from Ophelia Fraye.
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| Rhiannon Whitaker |
04/02/17 |
To: Ophelia
I have realized I never sent you an 'SMS'.
We should grab coffee soon. I can regale you with my tale of inadvertently marrying a woman. |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
02/24/17 |
The brunette squints, her brain not yet fully wired to keep up with the growing theoretical complexities the drawling woman put forth. So many memories of so many lifetimes condensed and expanded like an accordion. At times, it was hard to take stock, and in the present moment, Rhiannon felt overwhelmed.
She pauses for more than might seem socially appropriate before caramel eyes blink, registering the note being offered. “I’ll be sure to reach out.” Squinting once more, she analyzes the number. Phone. She’d need to get one of those. “Thank you, Ophelia. If it is an consolation, I found your namesake to be rather underrated. Hamlet was a whiny man-child.” She waves the note briefly before thrusting it into her pocket.
“I’ll be in touch.” Without another word, the angel gives a nod, feet beginning to teeter away before the rest of her body seems ready. It would take some time for her to grow accustom to these mortal coils, it seemed.
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| Rhiannon Whitaker |
02/24/17 |
It was true. There was something to the woman's accent that carried an inherent warmth to each word. If she could trace the origin, Rhiannon would surround herself with this inflection for the rest of her days.
'That seems a bit farfetched,' she scolds herself. Still, it had a unique charm. A tone of voice she was until now unfamiliar with. In any mortal vessel, Rhiannon had not yet been sequestered to any region of the world that spoke the way this Ophelia did. But if friendship meant continuing this conversation, and future ones, she was charmed enough to do so. "I believe it means 'great queen'. Perhaps my father thought it was an amusing anecdote. Ophelia... As in the Shakespearean tragedy?" Her brow knits as she considers the latter question. "New? Not quite. It has been some years since my last time here, but not much has changed." |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
02/23/17 |
Rhiannon's head tilts to the side, brown locks of hair cascading over her shoulder with the movement. Sincerity. It was a difficult emotion to gauge, at times. She wasn't so sure this woman was 'one of the good ones', but, she had come out of her way to say hello.
With the way mortals interacted in this day and age, face-to-face communication was rare enough to be classified as a virtue. "Skepticism is the name of the game, then. If this is the case, how should I take you? Friend, or foe?" The candid amusement of her expression seems to remain, and as she straightems herself back up and offers a manicured hand, it appears her words are meant only in good fun. "Friends may call me Rhiannon." |
| Rhiannon Whitaker |
02/23/17 |
The angel analyzes the woman with caramel hues, meticulously managed eyebrows linking together as she was spoken to. An idle hand reaches up to brush back some of her brunette mane, lips simultaneously pursing in amusement.
'New. Only in a manner of speaking,' Rhiannon mused. However, she knew better than to act peculiar, or out of turn. Many lives in mortal vessels had taught her as much. "Yes, new. Thank you for the warm welcome." She pauses, her hand departing her hair to make a general, sweeping gesture. "The residents seem friendly enough, I'll include you among them." |
| Elouise Warrock |
01/30/17 |
GOOD. YOU MAKE ME PROUD. I HAVE TO GO NOW. MY DVR IS THIRTEEN EPISODES PREGNANT WITH EPISODES OF SCANDAL.
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| Elouise Warrock |
01/30/17 |
YOU. TRY THIS WINE. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
-holds out wine glass- |
| Autumn Summers |
01/16/17 |
Certainly. My pleasure. |
| Autumn Summers |
01/16/17 |
Slightly belated welcome back. |
