Cora Hartley

Forever 28 (Really 679). Coffee Lover. Vampire.

[beckettcooper]

corahartley‌:

Cora had been walking to the store, as they’d run out of muffins at the cafe. She knew they wouldn’t be as good as the ones made in the oven in the morning, but she figured some store-bought blueberry muffins would tie over the mid-afternoon rush. She stopped suddenly and looked in her bag, wondering if she’d left her wallet at the cafe, when she heard someone nearby talk to her. Her head snapped up and she noticed the man standing next to her, who’d asked something about paint on him. She scanned his face before replying. “You’ve got a little something… right here,” Cora said, swiping a bit of blue paint off his cheek with her thumb, letting her fingers rest on the underside of his jaw, before removing her hand. 

Beckett blinked when she reached up and touched his face with her thumb, not expecting her to actually wipe it off herself. He anticipated that she would tell him where it was, and he could run off to the bathroom to get it off… but instead she just wiped it off anyway. “Oh, thank you.” He said quietly, his hand moving the place on his face where she had just touched. “I always forget to check before I leave the house, I swear I’ve gone so many places with paint on my face, it’s embarrassing.”

[corahartley-blog]

“It’s no problem,” Cora said with a smile. “If I had a dollar for every time I left the house with flour on my shirt I’d be a millionaire.” She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and ran a hand through her hair before offering out her hand. “I’m Cora,” she said. 

[beckettcooper]

Beckett was finally starting his job at the pool in the next couple days, but until then, he was trying to paint as much as possible. He knew he wouldn’t have as much time after that, and as much as he wanted to be doing art more often, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to get a job as an art teacher so soon after moving to Hollow Grove. However, painting more often meant that he was suddenly convinced that he’d forgotten to get the paint off of his face before he left the house to get some coffee. “Uhm, excuse me…” He said to someone nearby. “Do I have paint on me? I thought I felt something on my cheek…”

[corahartley-blog]

Cora had been walking to the store, as they’d run out of muffins at the cafe. She knew they wouldn’t be as good as the ones made in the oven in the morning, but she figured some store-bought blueberry muffins would tie over the mid-afternoon rush. She stopped suddenly and looked in her bag, wondering if she’d left her wallet at the cafe, when she heard someone nearby talk to her. Her head snapped up and she noticed the man standing next to her, who’d asked something about paint on him. She scanned his face before replying. “You’ve got a little something... right here,” Cora said, swiping a bit of blue paint off his cheek with her thumb, letting her fingers rest on the underside of his jaw, before removing her hand. 

[ivanxkuznestov]

Ivan had heard the news, of course he had, he was pretty certain at this stage everyone in Hollow Grove had.  He also knew there’d be a hell of a lot of residents who would be shaken by the announced trial for the Clave members.  The newspaper was still sitting on the table in front of him outside the cafe and he used it to extinguish his cigarette - right on the picture - before immediately pulling out another one.  “And so justice will be served,” he spoke idly.  “Won’t change a fucking thing.” 

[wrenxaaker-deactivated20200130]

Wren tried not to eavesdrop but she couldn’t help it. She picked up her coffee and turned her attention to the man that just spoke. “Excuse me?” She asked him. “What did you say? Is there something going on around here?” She glanced down at the newspaper and slowly picked it up. “Oh… Uhm, I should probably pay more attention around here…” Wren sighed. “I don’t mean to sound ignorant or oblivious, I just…” She shrugged. “Being human, kind of, well..” She trailed off. 

[corahartley-blog]

Cora was pouring a customer another cup of coffee when she’d heard the Clave being mentioned. She tried not to eavesdrop on customers conversations, but she found it useful to get information about the town. She’d only just really learned about the Clave, as before coming to town she hadn’t known much. “I wouldn’t expect a human to really know much, to be honest,” Cora spoke, walking over to the girl. “It didn’t really affect you personally. I mean, as you’re human and all.” Cora refilled the girl’s cup. 

[danismm]

Photograph of the storefront of Brodard & Taupin, printer and bookbinder, Paris 1924.

[corahartley-blog]

Missing home.

[kitsiparker]

corahartley‌:

Cora shook Kitsi’s hand. “That I am,” Cora said with a smile. “I moved here a few weeks ago. Getting adjusted is a bit difficult,” she said, gesturing to everything around her. “I’ve never lived in a place where supernaturals just…well are. It’s refreshing.” 

When Kitsi released her hand she shot the other her well practised business smile.  “I’ve been here basically all my life, aside from a few adventures.  But then, I guess I don’t possess any powers that would be an instant give away.  Never really thought of it like that I suppose.”

[corahartley-blog]

Cora shrugged. “I look pretty generic so I guess it really wasn’t that I felt like I was an outsider, just that I was somewhat...alone, I guess.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t really surround myself with other supernaturals before, is what I mean.” Cora cleared her throat, “You must know the town pretty well then, if you’ve grown up here.”

[conspiracvvvvv-blog]

[corahartley-blog]

monday mood

[kitsiparker]

corahartley‌:

Cora turned around, startled. “Hmmm, I think they’ll barley keep them for an hour,” she mused. One of them was bound to lose it dancing or leave it somewhere while getting a drink. She regarded the stranger carefully. “Cora Hartley,” she said, offering her hand out to the stranger.

“I agree completely, maybe in the first half hour,” she agreed, hearing their laughter from inside the booth.  Glancing back at the stranger and her outstretched hand Kitsi moved to take it.  “Kitsi Parker.  I take it you’re new.”

[corahartley-blog]

Cora shook Kitsi’s hand. “That I am,” Cora said with a smile. “I moved here a few weeks ago. Getting adjusted is a bit difficult,” she said, gesturing to everything around her. “I’ve never lived in a place where supernaturals just...well are. It’s refreshing.” 

[corahartley-blog]

Task 004: Profile

BASICS

NAME: Cora Nicolette Hartley

NICKNAMES:  None

AGE: 28

BIRTHDAY: January 27th

SPECIES: Vampire

GENDER: Cisfemale

PRONOUNS: She/Her

FAMILY

MOTHER: Renée Hartley

FATHER: Alexander Hartly

BROTHER: Gabriel Hartley

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Minka Kelly

RACE/ETHNICITY: French, English, and German. White.

HEIGHT: 5’6

WEIGHT: 123lbs

BUILD: Svelte

HAIR: Long and wavy

HAIR COLOR: Brown with caramel highlights.

EYE COLOR: Brown

SKIN COLOR: Lightly tanned

DOMINANT HAND: Right

ANOMALIES: None

SCENT: Vanilla and cinnamon, or musky florals. 

ACCENT: Slightly Canadian usually, but when she’s comfortable with you there’s a slight French accent.

BLOOD TYPE: O negative

FASHION: Neutrals, blacks and whites. She likes a polished, yet casual look. Usually wears skinny jeans, tight black tee shirts, sweaters, cardigans, leather jackets, and booties. She’s also fond of athleisure and will wear black leggings, cropped hoodies in grey, black, olive, or tan. Her favourite brands are Express, Zara, Forever 21, Missguided, and Nike.

TATTOOS: A small star on her left pelvis (She got it in the early 2000s when on a night when she was feeling dangerous. Now she has it for eternity.) 

PIERCINGS: Both ears pierced. 

JEWELRY: 3 silver rings on her left hand. One on her ring finger, and two stacked on her index finger. One of them allows her to walk in the daylight.

NERVOUS TICS: Plays with her hair.

HOME LIFE

HOME ADDRESS: 211 Cedar Rd Hollow Grove, MA

RESIDES: 211 Cedar Rd Hollow Grove, MA

BORN: Paris, France

VEHICLE: A black Jeep Wrangler

PHONE: iPhone 11

LAPTOP/COMPUTER: Apple MacBook Pro and an iPad

EDUCATION AND SPECIALIZATIONS

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: None, but over the years she’s learned enough that she could get her GED if needed.

COLLEGE EDUCATION: Went to Yale in the 90s for fun; graduated with a Bachelor in Economics.

CAREER: Owner of Society Cafe

EXPERIENCE: Less than a month

EMPLOYER: Self employed 

LANGUAGES: French, English, Russian, and German.

BELIEFS

RELIGION: Raised Catholic, currently agnostic. Her religious views have changed from century to century.

BELIEFS: Believes in a higher power

MISDEMEANORS: None

DRUGS: None anymore, tried a number of drugs at Woodstock and used for a while in the 70s.

SMOKES: None.

ALCOHOL: Red wine, white wine, rose, any kind of wine. Vodka. Likes a good beer.

DIET: Avoids red meat and pork, but will eat the occasional burger.

RELATIONSHIPS

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight

MARTIAL STATUS: Once married before she was turned, has not had any serious relationships in centuries.

CHILDREN: Had 3 daughters when she was human; 2 died of childhood illness, 1 of the plague. 

AVAILABILITY: Open for anything

PERSONALITY AND INTERACTION

PHOBIAS: Spiders

HOBBIES: Reading trashy romance novels, French magazines and Vogue, and watching anything on E!.

TRAITS: Kind, optimist, charismatic, goofy, and stubborn.

QUIRKS: When she gets excited she slips some French words in with her English.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram

FAVORITES

LOCATION: Paris, London in the 80s, Berlin in the 2000s, Stockholm, and  Vancouver.

MUSIC: Heavy metal (surprisingly), HipHop,  classical, rock, indie, and pop. Favourite artists include Bless the Fall, Timmies, Hozier, Eminem, Lana Del Rey, and Chelsea Cutler. Will really listen to anything except country. 

MOVIES: Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Men Prefer Blondes, Pretty in Pink, Garden State, No Strings Attached, and Hitch.

FOOD: Blood usually, but likes most human foods.

BEVERAGE: Again, blood, but likes wine especially. 

COLOR: Black

[titans-daily]

Minka Kelly photographed by Yu Tsai

[corahartley-blog]

Today's mood

[derrickbelmont]

everleighking‌:

The robin trilled cheerfully as it soared over the crowd, red breast subtly unlike most of its kind, swooping and flapping. She loved this form dearly, the freedom and careful carelessness as a bird. Chickens were different, ostriches were relatively terrifying to mimic, but robins? Oh, Everleigh enjoyed them quiet a bit. She liked flying, the ease and utter focus of it.

She liked being able to avoid crowds and flutter around the back of a tree and pop back into her human form, as she did with a soft sigh and careful hand over her skirt. She was just on the outskirts of crowds and, spotting a volunteer approach, smiled gratefully as her picnic basket was delivered. “Thank you.” A soft-spoken woman, she said few things and settled to watch and listen. A small picnic on top of that? It felt right to her.

Connor preferred the outskirts of the event, able to survey things from a distance and keep from getting too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of movements and consciousness pressing in on him. Besides, the music was blasting and he could hear it just fine from here - being up close did literally nothing for someone who couldn’t see the stage anyway. 

His attention was drawn, though, by the bird that fluttered overhead; the creature felt vastly different than the normal trilling robins he normally felt, and a minute later it had swooped behind the tree and it’s form had become much more human. It had Connor scratching his head as he overheard the woman’s thanks. Was he just losing it, or had she just…

“Did you - uhh…” He didn’t exactly know how to phrase it. What if she hadn’t just transformed from a bird? He would deserve the certain crazy expression she would give him if he asked it straight out. “Where did you…come from?” He settled for after a minute, his face screwing up in a puzzled expression. 

[corahartley-blog]

Cora had been sitting in the grass in a shady area, watching the world pass by. It was a beautiful day, and she was torn between heading to the current set that was playing or getting a beer. 

She looked up towards the sky and saw a little bird fluttering around. Cora smiled, feeling as free as the bird. She hadn’t been surrounded by other people like her in a while. Her thoughts were interrupted though by it swooping behind a tree. Her puzzlement turned into shock when she was a woman walk out from behind it. 

Apparently, someone else had felt the same. He looked as shocked as her. She walked up behind him and said with a smile, “I think more than one of us has that question”

[corahartley-blog]

TASK 001: HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

Address: 211 Cedar Rd Hollow Grove, MA What kind of place is it?: House How long have they lived there?: 2 weeks Number of bedrooms?: 2 Number of bathrooms?: 3 Number of square footage?: 2,600  What kind of amenities does it have?: Large backyard, chef’s kitchen, soaking tub How much do they pay per month for it?: $1,600 a month Do they live with anyone else?: No  Any history/rumors surrounding it?:  No Do they have pets?: Yes, a german shepherd named Jasper and a golden doodle named Freddie 

[kitsiparker]

corahartley‌:

Originally posted by loisbelcher

Cora wandered through the booths at Monster Jam, taking in the sights and everything going on around her. She wasn’t much of a festival person, but had thrown on a blonde wig for fun. She wandered past the photo booth, trying to find a spot that was slightly quieter so she could gather her thoughts. It was odd being in a town where she didn’t have to hide who she was. Back in Halifax she’d had some friends, but she couldn’t get as close to them or really let them in. No one had known she was a vampire. To them she was an orphan from Port Orchard, in Halifax for her job. She had no family, and preferred to spend weekends alone hiking. To say Hollow Grove was an adjustment would be an understatement. Having only been in town 16 days, she still had a lot to do. Being owner of the Society Cafe obviously was stressful. She still had to meet her employees, and had only actually been in the cafe once during the day. Her apartment was a mess. She’d left everything in Halifax when she’d come down here, and her couch was on backorder for another week. She currently was using a blanket she planned to put on her couch and some pillows scattered across her living room floor to watch TV. Nonetheless, she was happy. She hadn’t really met anyone yet, but she already was feeling at ease in this town. She paused at the photo booth, watching some girls excitedly go in to get some pictures taken.

It had surprised Kitsi that she was actually able to get away from the hotel when she could.  She had honestly thought she would be caught up at the hotel for more time than she would have to enjoy Monster Jam.  In many respects she enjoyed the festival more in her younger days when she could spent the entire week camped out there nearly permanently drug and/or high.  Now she actually had to worry about the stars of the show as her guests and catering to their needs.  Thankfully she had solid staff members and had altered the rotas to give them shorter shifts so that they could enjoy Monster Jam as well.  She had just picked up some food from one of the stalls before wandering slowly through the crowds.  Seeing the blonde watch some younger girls enthusiastically take over the photo booth she let out an exhale of laughter.  “Five bucks they’ll lose the pictures by the end of the day,” she said, taking a bite of her hot dog.  

[corahartley-blog]

Cora turned around, startled. “Hmmm, I think they’ll barley keep them for an hour,” she mused. One of them was bound to lose it dancing or leave it somewhere while getting a drink. She regarded the stranger carefully. “Cora Hartley,” she said, offering her hand out to the stranger.

[corahartley-blog]

Cora wandered through the booths at Monster Jam, taking in the sights and everything going on around her. She wasn’t much of a festival person, but had thrown on a blonde wig for fun. She wandered past the photo booth, trying to find a spot that was slightly quieter so she could gather her thoughts. It was odd being in a town where she didn't have to hide who she was. Back in Halifax she’d had some friends, but she couldn’t get as close to them or really let them in. No one had known she was a vampire. To them she was an orphan from Port Orchard, in Halifax for her job. She had no family, and preferred to spend weekends alone hiking. To say Hollow Grove was an adjustment would be an understatement. Having only been in town 16 days, she still had a lot to do. Being owner of the Society Cafe obviously was stressful. She still had to meet her employees, and had only actually been in the cafe once during the day. Her apartment was a mess. She’d left everything in Halifax when she’d come down here, and her couch was on backorder for another week. She currently was using a blanket she planned to put on her couch and some pillows scattered across her living room floor to watch TV. Nonetheless, she was happy. She hadn’t really met anyone yet, but she already was feeling at ease in this town. She paused at the photo booth, watching some girls excitedly go in to get some pictures taken.

[delfranz]

[hollowgroverp]

     CORA HARTLEY

(age.) six hundred and seventy nine (species.) vampire (occupation.) owner of society cafe (residency.) arrived september 2019 (mirror.) minka kelly

❝  a pavement of the past

Cora grew up in France during the time of the 100’s years war and the plague. She has little happy memories from her childhood in Bretagne, France. War and destruction was everywhere. All she remembers is corpses being dragged on carts daily, the constant feeling of hunger in her stomach, and the anguished cries of her neighbours as their son’s and daughter’s perished. Cora’s family was lucky, as the plague had not touched them as it had touched others. Only Cora’s grandmama had been touched, and had died a quick death. But, her family couldn’t outrun the plague for long. When Cora was 18, the Black Death hit her family. First her father, then her mother, then her brother. During this time, Cora met a dear friend. His name was Emmett, and while he was British, those in her village respected him. He was somehow immune to the plague, helping those affected and not contracting it himself. The older women in the village believed he had been touched by God. Cora was hit by the Plague in a matter of days after her brother died. What she didn’t realize as Emmett stayed with her through her sickness, was that he was not blessed by God. Instead he was a monster. After being sick for days, Emmett said he couldn’t watch her suffer anymore, and he changed her into a vampire.

Cora was furious at first. She was undead, a monster. She had these horrible urges, and controlling them was agonizing.  She resented Emmett with every fibre of her being. As fast as she could she alluded him, and for centuries wandered around Europe, from Barcelona to Minsk. As time went on, her relationship with Emmett became less strained. They became friendly, and she spent less time avoiding him and began to actually seek out his company. She liked having a partner to explore the world with, and found herself spending more time with Emmett.

Cora went on a brief trip to Ireland 300 years ago when she stopped hearing from Emmett. No letters, nothing. At first she chalked it up to him getting in a bit of trouble, or being occupied with something, but she became worried and searched for him, but found no trace. Cora was lonely and found traveling by herself tiresome. She eventually got used to being on her own, and found happiness in her solitude.  Around the 19th century she began to branch out again, creating brief friendships as she moved from town to town, and country to country. She moved to America at the start of the 20th century, and created a home in different cities every few decades, eventually ending up in Canada.

Cora was living in Halifax when she heard that Emmett was in Hollow Grove. She knew at once that she had to see him, and packed up her belongings and headed down to the states to see him. She didn’t know how long her stay in Hollow Grove would be, but she knew one thing; her visit with Emmett was long over due.

❝  the nature of the beast

Cora can be the life of the party when she wants to be, and a complete introvert at the flick of a switch. After spending so many centuries alone, she isn’t used to opening up to people that she isn’t familiar with. She can even seem standoffish or cold. Cora craves human interaction though, and likes spending time around others, even if she isn’t too close with them. She doesn’t trust easily, not because someone hurt her, but because to her friendships and relationships are temporary. She spent so much time wandering between cities, and her friendships were so brief that she didn’t really open up to anyone. Don’t let her cool demeanour fool you, when she’s messed with she won’t hesitate to lash out.