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Born: July 20, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 3
Race: Witch Forum Posts / Replies: 9
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New OrleansWhiskey gets you frisky. Or, you know.. violent.
Created by Theodora Hawthorne
12/07/18
New OrleansMonsters are real. They look like people.
Created by Theodora Hawthorne
12/07/18
New OrleansMadder than the Hatter
Created by Theodora Hawthorne
12/06/18
New OrleansHappiness Is A Warm Gun [prendre deux]
Created by Jameson Orlav
12/03/18
Synetta 12/24/18 Image and video hosting by TinyPic
HingleMcCringleberry 12/21/18 Theodora huh? Don't believe I've had a Theodora, I mean met a Theodora yet. And you're a maneater too huh? Well slap a $9.99 price tag on me and call me buffet!
Jasper Thompson 12/12/18 Don’t ask him how he managed, because it will always be a different story, every time he tells it. But when he drops back down into the tunnel system, it’s with a large case in hand and a loud whoop! of excitement. Glancing around, he makes a beeline for the new girl, though not-so-new to him. The box is set before her and Jasper straightens up, gesturing down to it proudly. Inside, she would find twelve bottles of her favored Whistlepig...

...as well as a set of hands, freshly removed and still dripping pleasantly. “Welcome to the crew,” he offers jovially, hands planted on his hips and a cheeky grin on his face.
Fiona MacKay 12/11/18 "Well met, Th'oh."

An accent she is not wholly familiar with but still enchanted by its difference, carresses aural faculty. A head crowned by messy blonde locks cranes in thought. Yes, she's heard of the man.. she had many years previous.. but no she does not know him personally. To be honest, Fiona was searching the same man out. Two birds, one stone.

"Nay, ah dinnaekin th'man." A hand covered by fingerless knit gloves raises and the petite witch points in the direction that Theodora's just come from. "He wasnae th't way?"

So.many.tunnels.
So.many.branches.
Fiona MacKay 12/11/18 Casual but cautious footsteps lead the witchling through the tunnels in search of a new person, or two. And though she is blind, Fiona is adapting to what seems like miles of tunnels. Calloused fingertips might even be raw. For in the concrete expanse, the woman's ability to 'see' is almost non-existent so she resorts to the next best thing. Touch. As a strange aura appears against black veil, a new scent stimulates sensitive olfactory.

"Ye th'one they call Yum Yum's b-tch?" A smile, all neat white teeth appears. "Ah'm Fiona," she adds an extension to her name, to make the woman feel.. less alarmed? Less insulted? Amused. "Nico's b-tch."
Iria Visile 12/11/18 Iria approached her old coven mate with a slight twinkle in her eye. She was still in a little shock about the absence of Jameson but that just meant it was time to adapt and the vampire had lived long enough to know how to adapt quickly. Iria hadn’t known the girl long or very well but she liked the girl and wouldn’t mind seeing her around some more.

“Hey, so I know it’s pretty soon but I’ve already found a new home with Seventh Circle, they’re pretty wicked. You should talk to Victor if you’re looking for a new place to reside. I wouldn’t mind seeing you around some more, you keep me on my toes.”
Malek 12/09/18 What do peaches have to do with anything? Malek is genuinely confused for a moment as he puffs almost contentedly at his cancerous stick... that will, coincidentally, never actually cause him cancer. The smoke, acrid and grey blue, circles his head and clings to his hair before dissipating into the darkness as he slowly cants his head and stares at the strange female. "Don' touch'm' drink'n y'd no' 'ave glass'n'yer ass," he says quite simply as though it makes all the sense in the world. After all, it does. Fury has retreated into a state of simple curiosity as he reaches up and strokes his broad chin with blunt fingertips.

"Th'f'k's yer problem any'ow?" He demands, scarred nose wrinkling for a moment as he scents the air for anything besides the smell of smoke and whiskey. "Y'mak'uh 'abit'f buggin' fellas'n th' street? Drun' so'y'lookin'f uh figh'...?" He cants his head and smirks lasciviously, eyebrows bobbing once expressively. "'R'mebbe'ts somethin' uh bit moah…" a broad hand moves in a circular motion as though he is searching for a word. "...Carnal?" Question? Statement? Offer? All of the above? Who knows with the generally predictable only in his unpredictability lycan.
Malek 12/06/18 There is zero pause from the time his bottle is knocked out of his hand and the time his brain flashes through a dangerous series of commands. The nerves accept the impulse readily, transferring the command form neuron to neuron, seeming to bypass the entire nervous system to hit the massive "EXECUTE" button at Malek's shoulder.

With all the grace of a complete gentleman, Malek's right arm lifts and reaches outward, turning perpendicular to his shoulder. His arm rotates at the elbow and his palm flattens, fingers fanning out as though he is about to attempt to catch a baseball. A quick jerk of his arm sends his palm careening toward the side of the woman's head hoping to cuff her hard enough to drop her to the ground. A simple lesson, no?
Malek 12/06/18 The low growl that follows is not an expression that is meant to come from human vocal cords. Not even a little. In fact, it might even be slightly surprising that they don't simply shred to pieces and bleed when the sound emanates upward, seeming to start somewhere south of his diaphragm and echo through his broad chest. A brief pop can be heard as one of his toes pops out of place, the pain of the event not registering in his cold, feral eyes that lock upon those of the female.

"Ah li' mine," he says quietly, reaching out with blunted fingers long enough to wrap them around her bottle and, theoretically, send it careening to the sidewalk where it will shatter in an tinkling glass and an amber nova.
Malek 12/06/18 Apparently, Malek is in a volatile mood today. Who would have ever considered such a thing? As the female continues to pursue him, push him, and prod him, he finds himself growing a bit more... in a state of primal agitation? A bit more aggressive? A bit more... violent? Whatever the case, Melek turns and faces the woman directly once more, his cigarette dangling from scarred and ravaged lips that appear as though someone had taken a good majority of the flesh and simply ripped it away to leave furrows that lanced through the twin tiers that might have been nice and full by anyone's standards under normal circumstances.

A slow grin pulls at those lips, the entire expression somehow taking on the aspect of a sardonic smirk that may turn into a grimace or snarl at any moment on his tattered countenance.

"Ah ain' shy," he says in the voice of cold steel scraping over a rough-cut oilstone. "Ah jus' don' giv'uh'fuk 'bou' talkin' a' ya. Leave." To the point. Simple. Malek's own Wild Turkey 101 in a pint bottle that fits nicely into the cargo pocket of his dark-colored pants is pulled out, opened, and a long, three glug drink is taken with no hint of grimace or flinch at the heady, burning flavor.
Malek 12/06/18 There isn't even the hint of a pause as Malek continues to stride away, the dangerous slouch leading to a hint of a rolled-shoulder slouch that denotes a readiness to spring forward at any point in time. It is an indication of his personality, to be sure. He will launch himself headlong at any threat, at any time without retreat being much of an option. He is geared to face-charge anything and everything that seems to be a threat.

No glance is spared backward as Malek lights his own cigarette. No attention is spared directly to the girl. It's not that he is shy. It is that he simply cannot fathom a reason that he wants to talk to her.
Malek 12/06/18 Turns as the scent of fresh blood invades his nostrils, large shoulders hunching ever so slightly in a dangerous slouch that indicates a readiness for action at any moment in time. A look of absent, distant anger wars with the gaze of feral aggression as he stares onward at the creature before him.

Scarred visage goes through its myriad change of emotions and decisions flash through his bright yellow-green eyes. Finally the assessment is made: she is not threat. Unimportant. He turns and walks away.
Iria Visile 12/05/18 Yummy, sounds delectable. The neighbors are my favorite flavor of blood. Care to share if you ever have leftovers?

Iria Visile 12/05/18 Damn girl where did you come from getting so strong. Looking good. Congrats on your ranks!

Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Shame.
I love bourbon soaked meat.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
How about that bar of yours?
I always prefer to drink on someone else's tab.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Fine, fine.
But I believe I owe you a drink.
And I've gotten my hands on something you might find of interest.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Well aren't you as thorny as a two-sided porcupine.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
Bless your little cannibal heart for thinking so.
Atticus Hammond 12/03/18 Theodora
I can smell you from here.
Valentin Metzger 11/20/18 I have not had the pleasure.. no.
-studies- Ja on Fridays.. and on Wednesdays I do goth drag at the local club. Corset, tutu, combat boots.
-circle snaps in her face, sashays away-
Jewel Valari 11/20/18 Had to make sure, thought it could have easily been some trick question. Will accept the genuine comment and reciprocate. "Thank you. You do brunettes very well yourself. It makes you intimidating." Which is why she had even questioned the woman's motives to begin with. "I'm Jewel and you are?"
Jewel Valari 11/20/18 -blinks, staring back-
"Yes.. is that all you wonder?"
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -cants head- Do they sell guns in grocery stores where you are from? You must be from the States..
-appraises- I do not use firearms.. nor do I have any on my person.
-shrugs- I may look 'shady' to you.. it does not mean I am.
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -stops, cants head- What is a 'hit' list?
-looks to his notepad, the many names and smiles- It is a grocery list.
-nods- You reminded me of something I needed to pick up from the market.
Valentin Metzger 11/14/18 -arches a brow-
-pulls a small ledger from a coat pocket-
-adds the woman to a growing list-
-gives a nod-
-continues on his way-
Atticus Hammond 09/05/18 Theodora
You're an aggressively bad liar.
Atticus Hammond 08/26/18 Theodora
What the hell is a paleo pancake?
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 -Awkward laugh-
Don't. I mean. It's fine.
-Rubs face, clearly not surprised-
I exfoliate.
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 Skin.
-Blinks-
-Pulls a face-
Nope. Just your face. I-.. just wow.
Chase Cooper 07/21/18 -Stares at-
-Swallows-
Atticus Hammond 07/21/18

That's rich, coming from you. Ms. "I eat people". You know, if I sneeze too hard those stab wounds leak.
How does that make you feel?
Atticus Hammond 07/21/18 You reek.
Camille 07/20/18 Ah, welcome back. The realm certainly could use more pretty things.
EtaineNightBreed 07/20/18 Welcome to the Realm and to the Basement!
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