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Avery Talbot Nineteen Living, breathing furball [ var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5220885"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); ]

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   Dean decided to play a few arcade games after the movie was over. He didn’t know how to feel, mixed emotions spurred within him. Therefore, he set his mind on other matters. Being in New Orleans? He appeared to be adapting to the new environment swiftly. Besides, he felt like he needed a new start. To leave his past behind was a ginormous step that was much needed. Now, drinking would add to his good day. He walked out of the building with his mind made. A stray approached him and he averted his gaze downwards. A blank expression displayed on his visage. He just stared at the animal before someone else came into the picture.

     “It’s fine, just make sure he doesn’t do that too often. He could get hurt, y’know.” He mentioned, giving the woman a once over look. 

[avery--talbot-blog]

It wasn’t a threat, Avery knew that. But the tone and well. . . the man’s word choice leeched a completely different thought in her mind. No doubt he had a rough day, every dip and crevice in his face told a different story, one pile of stress on top of the other. But she felt that wasn’t enough for him to word that phrase out. Perhaps she was over-analyzing the entire situation like usual and she should just leave it at that. The dog between her arms breathed heavily, his heart thumping with such a ferocious beat that she was certain the poor thing might pass out. But logically, she reminded herself that the tiny guy just ran ten to twenty feet nonstop and just needed more oxygen to circulate throughout his body. The latter made more sense. 

“Yeah, thanks.” She replied, blue eyes slanted in curiosity. The dog was pulled a bit closer to her as she pursed her lips. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind then.”

[nopdxdetvogel]

Beatrice was coming out of the showing of the “Princess Bride.” Even thought she can quote the movies ten ways to Sunday (and has watched it so much she wore out the DVD and VHS), there is something she likes about going to the theater to watch it again. 

She was about to throw away the last of her popcorn, when a hound came straight for her. The hound knocked the popcorn onto the ground, and start to eat the reaming kernels. Beatrice bent town and smiled, picking up the bag off the wet winter street. 

“Oh, it’s quite alright.” She smiled up at the blonde girl. Her badge flashed off her belt in the street light as she stood up. “Well aren’t we just a doll…?” She reached out to pet the pooch.

[avery--talbot-blog]

“Fuck!” Hustling over to the scene, Avery looked between the woman in front of her and the popcorn the mutt knocked down. The most striking thing to her was how a dog could outrun her, a damned werewolf! To be fair, she was in her human skin, but that didn’t cut it. Blinking in disbelief, the dumb look on her face wiped away to refocus. 

Immediately, she locked the dog in her arms, refusing to let him squirm away from her. A leash would have been smart, but she wouldn’t want to strangle a dog that wasn’t even hers yet while walking with him. Perhaps she’d invest in a harness, that seemed more logical. 

Avery’s heart nearly leaped from her throat when her eyes drew into the flash of the woman’s badge. She couldn’t afford to get arrested for this, she was a college kid for god’s sake! “Ma’am, officer, I am so sorry about that!” Watching the officer coddle the dog calmed her down however. Only can animals eat your food and get away with it.

[grimvalepcsshq]

Now Serving: Mended Hearts //Open

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Val nodded and smiled. “Nah, it’s fine.” He opened the ice box under the bar and scooped a few ice cubes into a pint glass. He filled the glass with tap water before placing the glass back onto the bar counter. 

“And No is the answer to your question. I only start my shift thirty minutes ago.” Val slid the glass towards the girl. “Is he in some sort of trouble?”

[avery--talbot-blog]

Hugging her bag closer to her chest, she gave the bartender a grateful ‘thank you.’ Reaching forward, she eagerly took the glass, drinking about a third of it before placing it back on the counter. Between her increasing blood pressure and rising stress level, Avery needed some water to calm herself down. Next thing would be a cozy blanket or two but without a key, she was screwed. 

“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath, long fingernails tapping at the hard wood of the counter. She knew he was here at one point, perhaps between now and two hours ago. She wasn’t going out of her way to interview the entire bar, nor did she want to in any way. “Not in any legal trouble. He’s my brother and he’s the only one with keys to the apartment, nor did he make an extra pair for a situation like this.”

[veracolemcn-blog]

As she exited the theater and pulled her coat tighter around her body, Vera debated what to do, as she didn’t necessarily want to go home just yet. The movie had been a mere distraction for her, and now she was once again left with nothing to do. As she pondered, the familiar sound of a dog barking reached her ears, causing Vera to glance down at the supposed terror, and grinned faintly. “He’s cute.” She stated to who she assumed to be the owner of said animal. “I’m amazed you’ve got him on no leash though.”

[avery--talbot-blog]

As the stray puppy panted eagerly, Avery placed her palm on his head, giving him a calming pat. Perhaps she should name the little bastard ‘Bolt’ or ‘Dash’ or someone stereotypical name for fast dogs. The dog barked in reply, almost thanking the woman for such a nice compliment. Avery couldn’t help but smile at that. 

“Yeah, that was one of the reasons I let him still follow me around. He’s been doing so for a week now so I decided to just take him home with me.” The thought of keeping the poor thing on a leash seemed hypocritical to her. Although both her and the dog weren’t identical, they had a common ancestor. Constricting your own like that didn’t seem right.

[grimvalepcsshq]

Now Serving: Mended Hearts //Open

Val has been working at the Stella Deaux for two weeks today. And it’s been the same, day in, night out. Same sloppy drunks that under tip (or don’t tip at all), same bar fights that end in smashed bottles over the bar counter, same everything. 

He was behind the counter reading a from grimoire. It was his late mother’s, she passed just over another ago. She was a hunter, but Val didn’t inherit said trait. Instead he got his father’s wolf gene. Not something when Val’s first turn was he delighted for.

He didn’t even look up when the silver been on the top of the front door ran out, announcing a new customer. “Just a second.” Val stuck a bar napkin in the book and placed it down on the counter. He looked up and gave a soft smile. “What’ll be?”

[avery--talbot-blog]

Avery was going to kill him. Well, maybe that was drastic, but he deserved it. Her brother, that dumbass Tristan she glowered to herself, forgot to make a spare key for the apartment for her---again. She would have done it herself but he insisted, swearing up and down he met a real cool guy in Louisiana who could make keys for him. He went to college with his son, supposedly going on to graduate school and they were good friends, she didn’t know, she zoned out through that story. But, none of that was what set her off. The fact that she had to wait an hour outside the apartment like an idiot, only to find out from neighbors that her brother went off to the bar was both embarrassing and infuriating. 

Marching up to the door of Stella Deaux, she huffed out a quiet breath to calm down before entering. The musky scent of alcohol and something indescribable filled her nostrils so strongly that she coughed. Even after growing up in New York City, her senses hadn’t been beaten down by any type of pollution. Must’ve been due to being a mutt. Looking around, she pretended to sniffle in order to try and take scent of her brother. It was faint, Tristan was here but he probably gone off. Idiot. Someone must have seen him in here, she had to ask or else she’d have to sleep outside tonight. 

Hesitantly, she slid herself onto the stool at the bar counter, setting her backpack down in her lap. She didn’t trust keeping it on the open stool next to her as silly as it sounded. Looking up, she couldn’t help but jerk back slightly when the bartender was already engaging with her, blue hues wider from the shock. Immediately regrouping, she thought for a moment for replying. “Would it be alright if I just asked for some water?” She paused. “And could I ask you if you’ve seen an older man here, around twenty-five, twenty-six, blond and blue eyed like me, perhaps had one too many to drink and rushed out?”

[veracolemcn-blog]

“Look, I make deals. Which usually means I need to get something in return. Cough it up.”

[avery--talbot-blog]

“Lady, listen,” Avery started, pursing her lips as her brows creased in. “I don’t know anything about deal shenanigans, okay? All I know is that on me I have about twenty bucks. Your name’s written all over it if you leave me alone.” 

The New Yorker in her came out and she didn’t really care, Avery thought by moving down here she’d avoid lunatics like this. Seems like that wasn’t the case.

[phcibe-blog]

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad, you’re being dramatic.”

[avery--talbot-blog]

Scratching her head once more, she dragged out the last flea leeching off her skin. Definitely going to have a scalp rash for the next few days. Holding her tongue, Avery just shook her head. 

“Easy for you to say.”

[avery--talbot-blog]

In a way, the nightlife in New Orleans reminded Avery of the same back home. Of course, New York City trumped all, but it was a glimpse of what she was used to, a slight sliver she was surprised to encounter. Her pace remained constant, slow enough for the unrestrained, stray dog to trail along next to her. She found him roaming around to the streets and once the hound sensed her, he followed her everywhere she went. So, time to introduce him back home,  regardless of what the landlord or her brother thought. 

As the two walked, Avery looked on ahead, surprised to see such activity in front of her. People were exiting a building, most likely a movie theater and the concentration excited the stray dog. With a bark, the dog trotted on farther, a bit faster than her. Avery quickly caught on and jogged to catch up, scooping up the dog before he could terrorize the movie goers now aware of their presence. 

“No,” She chastised softly, pulling the dog close to her face. “Now that’s not nice is it buddy?” Looking up at one of the supposed victims of the strays assault, she smiled slightly. “Sorry for him, he gets excited easily.”

[avery--talbot-blog]

hi guys! i go by goomy in tumblr rps and i’m super pumped to get to know you guys and your characters. i’ll be playing avery talbot while i’m here and i hope she proves to be an interesting character to the community. i can’t wait to rp with you all and get to know you better. it’s nice to meet you all and let’s have some fun <3

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