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Born: May 25, 2011 Forum Topics Started: 3
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Home City: New York Mail Sent: 237
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01/16/18 at 10:00 am
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Bless My Blackened Soul, Realm
Roots., Realm
Our Father's Shepherd, Realm
Trouble in Paradise, New Orleans
Call my name, and I'll be gone, Realm
The Ritual, Realm
Wait a minute, Mr. Postman, Realm
Son of a Preacher Man, Realm
Where Darkness Meets Light, Realm
People change for two main reasons, Realm
Spitfire, New Orleans
God only knows, Realm

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ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmGod only knows
Created by Quinn Abernathy
Neighborhood→ ē Text Threads: Tiber + Quinn
Created by Tiber Loche
New OrleansM I S S I N G
Created by Weston Norse
Realm2017 Winter Bloodies Campaign
Created by Cersei Lannister
New OrleansSpitfire
Created by Quinn Abernathy
Katherine Murray 01/15/18 By now, Katherine has already reached for a bottle of whiskey, absolutely no way she can continue this sober.


Not for you. For me. Beards are better, yes?
I am not sure why I am telling a complete stranger this.
Likely you cannot even read what I am send...

", wait, no, stoooop! Sh-t."

Hello again. Speaking to this thing does not work.
Bad depends on what is bad.
What could be bad for you, might not be bad for me. Right?
Katherine Murray 01/15/18 Defnitely Quinn

Hello, Quinn.
My name is Katherine.
Are you taking orders on ax murderers?
I could use one.
Preferably bearded.

Also, you may want to put down the bottle.
Morning regrets. Those are bad.

Second also, what is a hashtag?
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 The next couple texts ding through, one after the other, and he reads them a few times to let them sink in. There's a touch of shame in his gaze as he thinks on it, realizing how distrustful and accusing he's being. He'd told her to go out and have a good time, only to demonize her upon her arrival back home. No wonder she needed the time away.

Don't worry about it, and you don't need to pay me back. I'm just glad you had a good time.
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 Sheís lying.

His eye twitches lightly as the unbidden thought broke through. He doesnít want to believe itís true, but she seems extra wordy. Regardless, it seems like a ridiculous excuse for nearly a grand. He doesnít have the energy to argue, however, instead opting to confront it with mild disbelief.

That seems like a lot, considering the commune isnít that far from New Orleans.
You got gypped.
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 Quirk
$904?? What, did you think I wouldnít notice??
What did you do the other night? Get sh-tfaced and destroy the Uber? Be honest, I wonít get mad.
Katherine Murray 01/14/18 Not Giddy, Quinn

I do not understand any of this except for ax murderers. Those can be fun.
Katherine Murray 01/14/18 Definitely Misdial

Giddy? I do not think I am that happy. You certainly sound giddy. And maybe a bit drunk. Do you need an Uber?
Katherine Murray 01/13/18 Misdial?

I do not advise it. Abort. ABORT.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 It isnít as if Gideon is comfortable with the situation; the idea of her off on her own is nothing short of anxiety-inducing. But he also doesnít want her losing her mind, which, if heís being perfectly honest, isnít so far-fetched in their current predicament. He knows that sheís tip-toeing, almost as if she expected him to shoot her proposal down.

She needs to have fun, to remember that it isnít always bad.

He keeps it light-hearted to indicate his resolve in the matter, so she can calm down and let loose for one single night.

Just donít let Ella talk you into her weird fetish. Be safe and have fun.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
No, you should go. Invite Ella or something. Relax for a night.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
I didnít know I was invited. But I donít know that we should leave these fvckers unattended.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
That sounds fun. Just, you know...make sure you come back.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
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Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
Donít do that, Iím not trying to draw attention to it.
I just want a constant reminder of him at all times. In the form of a rat. Please.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
What? You just said, theyíre little helpers. Whatís not nice about that?
And, Iím sorry, but he kind of looks like a rat. Beady little eyes, pointed, sneering face. Guess which one Iím describing?
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
I like rats. I was just making sure you knew what you were undertaking.
I want one named Eiji.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
I will divorce you over this. For the last time, mini. donkey.
And I think youíre thinking of mice...
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Unknow Number
New phone, who dis
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
Holy sh-t, youíre going to be the death of me. Literally.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
Mini donkey. And I told you, since itís entire family mysteriously died.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk are the very reason that I have to have a throw away phone.
Christ, woman.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
I plead the fifth.
Gideon Abernathy 01/04/18 Quirk
Okay, first off, Jesus doesnít own owning donkeys. And his mother rode a donkey to Bethlehem, itís hardly the same.
Second, even if Jesus did own donkeys, they were normal sized, not adorable miniatures.
Third, and honestly, most important, Jesus didnít kill the donkeyís entire family and feel guilty enough to adopt it. So. We own a donkey now.
Gideon Abernathy 01/03/18 Quirk
No, I donít think you get to dress the animal in Halloween costumes if you DONíT WANT IT.
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
I've never seen a pony smaller than a golden retriever.
I got a mini donkey. Sorry it's not what you wanted.
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
...not as big as a pony...
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Gideon sighs and shakes his head, taking a moment before typing out a careful response.

No... a mini donkey. Heís like the size of Cheeto!
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
No, better. Itís a mini donkey!
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
Hypothetically, what's the punishment if I adopt a small animal? I'm thinking not heavy, right? Because really, you were the one that was talking about adopting seven puppies, and to be honest, I think Eclair and Cheeto need a friend.
I may have made a poor decision today.
Saito Eiji 11/21/17 -Swipes left.-
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Iím heading there in fifteen minutes. With all the hugs you could possibly want.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk know I hate when you live in denial...
But fine. We donít have to talk about it anymore.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Is this really bothering you? Quinn, this kind of is a very real possibility. You should be prepared.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
For all we know, Iíll die in the next few years, which isnít unlikely, and then youíd be free to share your life with this Abel guy.
Maybe I should go on the date... I can tell you if I approve.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Donít be dramatic. Of course you will be.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Okay, okay, fine. But donít yell at me when Iím not here in fifty years.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Good news, I wonít be alive that long!
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Nah, Iíll take my chances. Iím starting to like you, anyway. ;)
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
Just you, beautiful. Wine? Or something stronger?
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
That was... insensitive of me to say. Iím sorry.
Meet me in the garden. Iím grabbing stuff so we can sleep out like we used to.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
No. Tell me how to fix it.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Her response procures a quirked brow this time. There are only a select few times over the course of their admittedly short relationship when heíd genuinely upset her. With a sigh, he resigns himself to his fate of, ironically, the doghouse.

Fine, guess Iíll pick it out myself.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 The tell-tale Read flashes up at him, but itís not followed immediately by the three dots, indicating a reply would be coming. A groan escapes him; sheís upset. It isnít as if itís not true... A single puppy, and sheís already forgotten the terrible loss of their own. But that doesnít make him any less of an ass for bringing it up.

Weíll go to a shelter tomorrow. In the meantime, no dogsitting. I hate that dogís face.
Ella Donovan 10/01/17 Lufcuh
Where are you?!? You can come over and play with Hank. Do you think you can dogsit him while I go to the store?
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
Wow. I guess Iíll remember Cheeto for the both of us.
Gideon Abernathy 09/30/17 What Quinn doesnít realize is THAT SUCKS BECAUSE ITíS ALREADY GROWING BACK.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 He can't keep the grin off his face, but he still refuses to give her the satisfaction.

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Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk're mad.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk
How shady are back alley vasectomies?
Asking for a friend.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk
What the hell is Tinder? And why should I be upset that you're still on it?

For the record, I'm not. Upset, I mean.
Ella Donovan 09/22/17 Lufcuh
Congratulations! 😘
Why not just ask Solomon? I don't know Solomon, I could ask for you.
Jameson Orlav 09/15/17 Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.

Whatever. It worked in his favor.

He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.

Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.

To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.

For Quinn;
The second head saw bare lips, eyelids naked but with full rouge. With his fingers, Tiber smeared the cream over the hollowed cheeks of the woman, imitating a full scarlet blush. This head was going to Quinn Harper. The only woman who had ever succeeded in making him whole. Quinn always pulled warmth from within the icy pits of him. She gave his life purpose, and chipped away at him until all that was left was love and affection.

And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now.
Gideon Abernathy 09/14/17 Thanks, beautiful.

You were successful in stealing $938.00 from Quinn Harper.
Tiber Loche 09/10/17 Tiber reread text many times after it had come in on his phone. At first he thumbs a fast reply. Okay. Always ready to do as Quinn pleased. A simple word communicated from her and he could be gone. But it's not that easy. He's not as strong as the urges inside of him. He isn't as formidable as the other half of his existence that continuously fought for or dominance over his body and his mind.

The next reply was longer, and more defiant. I can't, and I won't. Tiber deleted that one, too, after threatening to crush the phone beneath the brute strength of his bare hands. It takes him hours to decide whether he would respond. It would be easier if he didn't. His fight has almost burned out entirely, flickering heartily from both ends of the stick.


I can't stop him, Quinn.

There is no universe that exists where Quinn wouldn't understand what he meant. Somehow he would need to find a way to convey that remaining out of sight was the best that he could do to keep her safe. For now. But there was no place for him to hide. There never had been.
Gideon Abernathy 09/09/17 Quinn
Serious question.
Do I look "thug nasty" without my beard?
Gideon Abernathy 09/08/17 Out of his peripheries, he watches as Quinn reads the note. Her body language shifts, taking her even further into the defensive. He welcomes her easily into an embrace, attempting to soothe her while he himself is incredibly tense. His eyes are trained on the crumpled paper, mind racing at one hundred miles a second.

"I won't let him get you, Quinn. You're safe here, with me."

There's hardly a line Gideon wouldn't cross when it comes to the woman, short of directly causing her bodily harm. Should Tiber choose to reappear, he can't guarantee his reaction. There's never a moment of rest for them, and Tiber is poking the sleeping bear in the eye.

Gideon protects what he loves. It's a lesson he'll only teach once.
Tiber Loche 09/08/17 We're not going to waste any time on the 'how's. Straight to the point, was that Quinn would arrive back in her room. Wherever it was that she was staying, because honestly it did not matter.

Where Quinn Harper went, Tiber was never far behind. Even if he was, like a ghost over her shoulder, he was there.

When she arrived, she'd find a note folded delicately upon her pillow. It would be easy to overlook since the creamy color of the paper blended with the pale fabric of the pillowcase. A messy scrawl on the inside would be identifiable right away.

Don't forget me.
I'm sorry.

Tiber could do his best to try and stop Quinn from whatever it was she was about to do.
But he owed her this. Her freedom.
Saito Eiji 08/30/17 I need you to not tell me how to live.
I'll bring catnip.
Gideon Abernathy 08/29/17 The name picked, he focuses all attention on her as she takes her place at his side. An arm hooks under and around her, pulling her as close as possible as he listens to her qualms. He presses his lips to her forehead for a long moment, putting all the appreciation in the world into the gesture, before responding.

"I've never had a lot of things before I had you. I've never had a party period, so you're already doing more for me than anyone else. I've never received a gift before this one," he gestures to the sleeping kitten, smiling fondly down at her. "There'll be plenty of chances for future surprise parties. Don't fret, mi alma." The term of endearment slips his tongue without him even realizing. He brings that out of him, that comfortable feeling.

Gideon Abernathy 08/20/17 The response catches him off guard, and it's all he can do to hold her gaze. Instead of words, he conveys his appreciation and admiration by pressing a kiss to her forehead for a long moment before wrapping her up in an easy hug. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," is muttered into her hair. He's painfully aware of how good she is, and people like Gideon don't often get graced with that kind of beauty. He'll do all he can to bask in that light.

When he finally pulls away from her, their fingers intertwine once more, as he's not willing to fully break contact. Flicking on the light, the better to actually see, he pulls Quinn over to the counter to show off their plunder. "I got all your unsavory requests. And your cookie dough is in the fridge. How would the birthday girl like to begin?"
Gideon Abernathy 08/13/17 Sh!t, she's upset...

His shoulders sag noticeably, as if the idea of hurting her is physically weighing on him. It wasn't his intention to come off so coldly; this kind of interaction is practically foreign to him. Gideon tends to look at things logically, and logically, they wouldn't have become so attached in such a short amount of time.

On the other hand...

Shaking his head, he approaches slowly as she speaks. With careful hands, he takes the puppy from her and sets him on the floor, where he is more than content to explore his surroundings. While his heart is beating painfully in his chest, he ignores it and instead places a gentle hand under her chin. He presses a soft kiss onto her lips, conveying complete adoration in the simple gesture. This time, it is a few moments before he pulls back slightly, his gaze searching her face in hopes that he hasn't crossed a line.

Finally, he speaks. "Cheeto's a great name."
Tiber Loche 07/31/17 He can smell her before she's even approached him. Tiber knew Quinn was here. It had everything to do with his decision to seek out Ella Donovan in the first place. He was unsure of the way Quinn would react, but it bore no weight against the decision he had made to find her and be with her. There is a sense in which Quinn knew this, of that Tiberius could be sure. It was only a matter of time before she reached out in one respect or another. Good or bad.

And here she was.

Quinn's scent is still as intoxicating as Tiber remembers, the very essence of her igniting an eagerness inside of him and consuming his body in a blaze. But his elation is extinguished as quickly as it had arisen, as the shaky unsurety of Quinn's voice sticks a pin through the heart of his jest. The man had expected nothing less, but her eternal heartbreak would never upset him any less than the first day he had come to recognize both fear and anguish behind her once beloved stare.

Because of him.

"Quinn..." Tiber breathes life into the only word that could swell his heart. A sensation that would never beseech him. Though she refuses to meet his eyes with the soft light of her own, he still gazes down upon her, studying all of the things about her that had changed. Her shoulders seemed more square. She stood taller, and with more conviction than before. Had she become harder? Did Tiberius manage to break her spirit?

Of all worldly possibilities, that could not be true.

"Quinn, look at me." It is a simple demand, soft but firm. Tiber is more unsure than ever about Quinn's reception. But no matter her reaction, nothing would surprise him.
Gideon Abernathy 07/24/17 The pang in his chest was unfamiliar, and he had to read the text a few times to full register it. You'd never lie to me, right? You're a good person, and good people don't lie. He wanted so badly for that to be true... Something about Quinn and her innocence brought that out of him.

You got this.
Gideon Abernathy 07/11/17 Quinn
Oh, definitely. That'd be best. I can't force a smile. I end up looking like a serial killer.
Gideon Abernathy 05/06/17 -eyes snap up-
-sees familiar face-
-really familiar-
Ella Donovan 05/04/17 ~*~ Ella had started to find a minuscule of entertainment at the number of creases in her ceiling. It was this moment she realized that she needed her own people in her sanctuary. The Order had all the people she knew, except for a very select few. She reactivated her Tinder page, and changed the About Me to reflect what she was looking for exactly. She needed a second hand person to be with her. That wouldn't mind her questionable obsession about Jameson Orlav. The friendly face lights up on her screen. Quinn? She looked nice. Grinning she swiped right. Only hoping that perhaps this nice looking Quinn would think she looked nice too. ~*~

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They hate you?!
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