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aubri paulson. twenty six. banshee. "success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed."

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klausdailey :

Klaus looked up, faking a smile that was almost believable to anyone who didn’t know him. Slowly, he pushed his things in front of him aside, resting his elbows on the table as if he was genuinely thinking about what to suggest to the other. 

“Perhaps the blueberry chamomile tea? Depends on the mood…” Klaus nodded to the chair across from him. 

“How are you feeling? What do you need? Calmness? Relaxation? Energy? There are plenty of options to choose from…”

Aubri liked to think she was good at reading people; truth was she didn’t know if that was true or not. The least she could do was try. Her time spent in law school proved that she couldn’t be the worst at it, so there was that.

So the girl denied any narrowed eyes or too much suspicion and sat in the chair opposite them. “That does sound good.” She gave a shrug, not really being able to quite work out her mood at the moment. Maybe boredom with a hint of perplexity, but she wasn’t about to voice that.

“I suppose calmness could do the trick.”

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frvnces :

     so they were those notorious popular polar opposites. she’d yet to find hers. “ i could tell, “ she replied truthfully. “ what do you do ? “

They could tell? She wasn’t sure if she liked that, but let the comment slip past her regardless. “I have a law degree, just figuring out what to do with it right now.”

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julianbrine :

“Gin is good.” They lied, keeping the tone amiable. Even when they did drink, they hadn’t enjoyed it. But what was something that they had? Too big a lull in conversation would be awkward. Still, years had passed since they’d tasted a drop of anything non-human.

It had an effect, after a while. Only ever tasting blood - letting the flavor weigh on their senses until it was bland and simultaneously the only good they knew. How it had stayed desirable was beyond them.

Everything in their life beyond living felt limited; like living in a shopping mall. There were options – places to stay a while – but always the same ones. Always limited. Always stale, repetitive, hollow.

The now was a family friendly sports bar positioned almost off the building. Maybe tomorrow they’d find the small town equivalent of the mall department store.

Or the haze they woke up in would finally swallow them whole; woozy, aching, dissipating into the void.

“I guess I’m partial to whisky.” They’d liked that once, hadn’t they? “Or the fruity mixed drinks. Gotta shake it up sometimes, you know?”

It didn’t really bother Aubri whether this person liked the same drink as her or not. It barely made a difference to anything. The woman wondered silently whether the other sensed anything; the same way she sensed the air of death that seemed to be growing the longer she spent around them.

The knowledge of other species in the town besides her own had come gradually, surprising her and then again not considering she was quite literally a wailing woman. Did it get much stranger than that? This knowledge however, didn’t go much farther than vampires and werewolves -- the simple lore that dated back centuries.

She wondered whether the stranger noticed that they’d already told her they didn’t drink, and apparently changed their minds on the fact. Aubri decided not to comment but keep an ear and eye out, watching and listening for changes and slip ups they might make. It would be an entertaining way to fill up her time, she supposed. “Whisky is okay. Like cocktails?”

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klausdailey :

It was dark, it was dreary.

The wind outside whistled through the small gaps in the poorly crafted windows and doors of Talia’s Tea House. Klaus was a regular at the small shop on the edge of town. It was a quiet and small home-turned-business. Klaus enjoyed the soothing swing music they had on as he sipped his blueberry and lavender tea. The murky tea swirled around in this hands as he blowed on the steaming liquid.

On the leather bound book before him Klaus had gone over the same dreaming draught several times. Still unable to figure out what he was missing. The page that was once just a simple recipe was now flooded with scribbled ink on most empty spots.

Klaus let out a frustrated huff, his messy bangs brushing upwards at the jar of breath.

The month of January was always a depressing and gloomy one, though for some reason it seemed to be getting to Aubri worse this year than it usually did. It was the type of day not even snuggling up in the small bed of her apartment and nursing a hot cup of coffee could heal. 

So she had decided to go out, wrapped up as best she could and wandering aimlessly around the town she had decided to call home. Choosing to enter Talia’s had been a in the moment decision; her feet never really travelled to the town’s borders so often so maybe it was about time.

The small and cosy vibe of the place comforted the woman almost immediately, she just simply stood and looked around for a few moments. The man she chose to approach seemed somewhat distracted, and it occurred to her that this could either go good or terribly. ”This is my first time here. Would you recommend any of the teas?”

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frvnces :

     frances stared the brunette down. why was it interesting ? she wondered if she should give her space, freedom, not invade her head, but it was incredibly tempting and she was having a hard time not peeking. she would, before the conversation was over, but for now, she was building up suspense for herself. “ is it ? why ? “

Yes, why was it interesting again? Aubri gave a light shrug of her shoulders and rested her hand on one cheek. “I mean, any kind of creativity is interesting to me. I’ve never really been very creative, more studious.”

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frvnces :

     frances let out a disruptively loud laugh, then pinched her cheeks and lips together to stay put. it was an unintentionally insulting question, and in its own reciprocation, frances’s answer was unintentionally insulting. she smiled and met blue eyes with blue eyes, as if their physical similarities bonded them. “ what does that even mean ? “ she asked politely. “ is’pose so. i paint. “ she sold paintings, too, even if it was a secret kept from her.

Not particularly put off, but rather thrown off guard by the sound, Aubri suddenly got the idea that she had said something wrong. Was a slightly condescending laugh better than simply being stared at disapprovingly? Maybe. “I don’t actually know... I was just going with the popularly used term.” She thought she understood why the label might be frowned upon by some people. It was practically asking for expectation and judgement. “That is interesting, though.”

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julianbrine :

Julian let themself crack a smile at her reply. They could empathize with that, if in a perhaps more extreme form. But who were they to judge?

Their fingers strayed along the bar top for a moment, like the grooves in it might hide a more interesting answer than their own. Perhaps, if they asked, the bar would swallow their words whole and keep them secret as well.

“Too often.” How much to reveal? Where was the line drawn? Did they tell her they don’t consume anything side from blood? “For the same reason, though. I don’t actually drink. But sometimes the apartment is too stuffy for a night in. Usually is, you know?”

“What’s your go-to order, then?”

Her glass stayed close to her chest as she cradled it, wondering if this was what liquid courage must feel like. Not that Aubri was typically needing a huge boost of confidence simply in order to converse with this stranger, but for some reason it helped.

A brow was raised at the answer being ‘too often’. Bars were strange in that way; you could never really tell what a regular was supposed to look like. Except from of course those places where all the locals seemed to look and act the same, but Pennyroyal was not one of those towns.

“I know, and it’s either walk around in the cold or come here.” She shrugged, looking down at her beer again. “Gin’s my favourite. I usually only drink the stronger stuff on special occasions, but gin. With anything.”

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adelitaleighton :

“I often think about everything at once, but never nothing.” Adelita’s mind ran at high speeds, thinking about what she had to do, what she had done, what she was doing at the moment. It was hard for her to just blank out, unless she was utterly exhausted. “Ah-ah. I asked you first,” she said with a wink, calling the bartender over and ordering a mojito afterwards. “I don’t really have a reason to be here. There’s no where else to be, I felt like taking a walk and here I am. Bars are interesting places to people watch, too. Don’t you think? They attract unique people.”

She nodded. It wasn’t such a surprise that there would be some odd quirk about Aubri that not a lot of others experienced. The banshee grinned, amused at how the girl quickly caught onto her shoving the question onto her instead of answering. “Boredom, mostly.” And to drink and sit somewhere I don’t feel so alone. The words stuck to her tongue, thankfully. “Most definitely. I like people-watching. You’re always bound to spot something entertaining.” Bright blue eyes gazed around the bar as if demonstrating.

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I’m gonna be on somewhat of a small semi-hiatus I think until after the first because of these busy times, so please bear with me!

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If you could start any relationship you've had over again, romantic or not, what would it be and how?

“My mom… maybe? I’m not sure. She’s the one that deserves to be named more than anyone else because I never tried enough with her. Even if that always felt like a two-way thing when I was a teenager, I might have overreacted a little bit. It is strange... to feel not really connected to someone you have such a huge thing in common with. She’s a good person, so I’d start over with her if I could.”

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                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

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adelaidedemarciade :

     She feigned a smile. And it popped off of her like light from a mirror. Desperate to get out, but blinding and foreign in front of you. She could feel the muscles in face – hear them, really. Too sly to tell now. And she remembered her words anyway.

     “ Aw now, you don’t really think we’re monsters, do you ? ”

Aubri wasn’t too sure what the other meant by we’re. Did she mean her and whatever else lurked in these forsaken woods or both of them together? The slightest discomfort nipped away at the back of her neck, causing the woman to shift on her feet. She didn’t look away though; afraid of seeming displaced or awkward in any way.

“Depends. I don’t think I’ve met someone who has fell into the category.” Now that might be a lie.

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adelitaleighton :

“How can you think of everything and nothing? It seems like it should be one or the other, shouldn’t it? Why’re you here then? Just to space out?” Adelita’s words took on a teasing quality. It was at an early age she learned how harsh she could be, without meaning to. Her ‘sister’ and ‘mother’ encouraged her to gentle her words, act like a proper lady, but she never really got the hang of it. However, she found she was able to soften the blow just a little with tone. Thank God too, otherwise she was sure she would have been in more fistfights than she could count.

“You’ve never had that? It’s kind of like when you can’t focus on one thing in particular, so it ends up being nothing.” Maybe it was the beer making her words lose their meaning, but they made perfect sense to the woman. “I’m not here to space out... it just happened.” If there was ever a time she sounded uncertain, it would be right then. It faded as soon as it had arrived however, as Aubri remembered to collect her wits once more. She nursed her glass like it could offer her some sort of physical comfort and looked at the other. “Why are you here?” It was always interesting to know why other people came to these kinds of places alone.

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frvnces :

     she hadn’t been paying attention. she wasn’t much in her own body today. she existed outside of what was skin and bones and hair. she wasn’t looking down on everyone, but she looked down to see them. they all looked interesting, as beings. they were one of many creations. she was like them, most likely ( because who was she to think she was special ? ) but only artists had the gift of looking so objectively. she liked the brunette’s piercing eyes. they begged for attention, but remained soft, unlike the iciness in frances’. her lips turned up in a grin and she showed the back of her hand to the brunette, taking a step closer. “ you probably thought i was nuts, huh ? “ was this really clarification ?

Usually Aubri wasn’t one to watch people or attempt to figure them out; certainly not when they were strangers. There were those rare times when someone would catch her eye. Didn’t everybody have those moments? If someone was rather unconventional or different in any way, it usually caught one’s eye. This stranger’s movements were odd but maybe only because she couldn’t actually see what they were really doing. Finally her face settled into an understanding expression upon seeing the back of the blonde’s hand. Cracks of paint? Or so that was the most mundane explanation, unless they actually were a alligator. “You’re an artist?”

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