Scottish Witch

Catrina MacClellan ;; 30 year old Scottish Witch ;; Bartender ;; Branded to: "When I was young, I fell in love we used to hold hands, man, that was enough. He used to meet me on the Eastside in the city where the sun don't set. And every day you know where we ride. Through the backstreets in a blue Corvette. And baby, you know I just wanna leave tonight. We can go anywhere we want. Drive down to the coast, jump in the seat. Just take my hand and come with me".

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billy-behr·:

Outside of the bar Will was pulling out his pack of cigarettes. His eyes roaming the night sky, the moon clear and bright above his head. Despite how his night seemed to be ending he couldn’t say it was a bad one. Seeing how he talked to a beautiful woman, and even got a bit of violence in to sedate his hunger. A chuckle escaped him as he went for his lighter. “Fuck.” He felt the spot where it should have been only to find nothing at all. Wildly he began to search every pocket, nothing. Shit, he must have left it inside. That was his favorite zippo, he couldn’t just leave it behind. With a heavy sigh he turned back to the door, looking in he noticed the girl wasn’t paying much attention to anything other than her cleaning so maybe he could just sneak in real quick and get it without her noticing? “This is so dumb..” Will went in to his wallet and pulled out an old credit card, slipping it between the lock on the door, he gave it a hard tap and the door sprang free. It was just as easy as it always had been. As he made his way to the bar, he laughed as he watched the woman dance around, lost in the music. She was pretty adorable for a girl who seemed so badass.

"We can be heroes, everywhere we go. We can have all that we ever want. Singing like Holly, rocking at parties", with each burst of the lyrics from the speakers did Catrina's lips form the words. Not only that but the sway of her hips and moving to the beat. Never was she a good dancer which is why she was glad that no one was here to see this. The only time people had seen her dance was her family. Many times her brothers would break into her room when she was having her "dancing moment" as they'd call it. Each time she's flick her fingers and light their pants on fire or something like that. A smile tugged up the corner of her lips at the memories. Oh how she wondered what they were up to. At the burst of the chorus she did a little slide to the side. The broom that was in her hand stayed where it was, upright and still sweeping items into a pile. Her hips hit the bar counter and with a push her ass now rested on the counter. A glint out of the corner of her eye drew her attention and with the extention of a hand brought the item into her hand. Fingers wrapped around the lighter, her green gaze looking over it as she flicked at the flame. Letting it go it hovered in her hand, still humming and wiggling her hips to the music.

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billy-behr·:

So he wasn’t the best at giving apologizes, but he did try. After all this was a new town and the last thing he really needed was to start off of the wrong foot by making enemies with a witch. Last thing he needed was some kind of potion to be put in his drink that would make his dick fall off. It seemed his sorry had worked. Such a shame that the time had flown by so quickly before he could really show her that he wasn’t such a bad guy. “Shit, guess I better see myself out.” Will stood up from his seat, dusted himself off, and offered somewhat of a smile to the woman. “Guess I’ll see you around?” He didn’t want to waste anymore of her time, knowing she’d most likely want to get home and away from the stress of the day so he was out the door before she could even blow him off.

Even though she had just met him Catrina had to admit he was rubbing off on her. A bit at least. Hands rested on the counter as she looked at him, "Aye, might bei a good idea". Her gaze drifted a moment to the door then back to him, the other bartender hanging by the door till he got up from his seat. "See yei around", she offered him a smile as he got up from his seat and headed to the door. A sigh left her lips and she leaned against the counter. "Bollocks", she muttered under her breath. "Night Catrina", the fellow bartender boomed across the room as he headed out of the door. Returning the parting words she turned her back to the door, hearing the door lock from across the room. She was alone, which meant that she had to finish cleaning up then she'll be able to go to bed. When she got the job she was offered the apartment upstairs which she gladly took. Meant that she could go straight from work to bed. Hoping around the counter she grabbed the broom then snapped her fingers, the once silent room starting to fill with music. There's a moment in your bones when the fire takes over. Blood is running, heart is bumping as the battle gets closer. Her green gaze fell closed for a moment as she swayed to the song. One of her favorites. Humming lightly at the song she began to sweep, swivling her hips lightly to the music.

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billy-behr·:

His sense of humor had never been that great. His idea of jokes was often just stupid shit like rough housing with his pack, not actual jokes as you could tell by his reaction. It wasn’t like he went to bars to have a laugh with strangers. He just went when he needed a drink or someone to warm his bed for the night. “I-” He stopped, looking down at his drink for a second trying to think of a response, but nothing came to mind. So, he just downed his drink to shut himself up. Better to be silent than make a bigger ass out of himself. When the glass was empty he just pushed it forward. Mindlessly scratching the scruff on his face as she asked him another question that he didn’t have an answer to. He shouldn’t have gotten involved, but he hated being touched and he hated seeing others fucked with. It never sat well with him. “Sorry.” His hand went up as if to stop her. “I over stepped.”

The change in attitude came on like the weather. One minute it was all thundering and throwing hail then the next it was calm like a sunny day. His change actually threw her off and left her speechless. Her gaze flickered around her, first to the bottles then the seatings around them. Empty. Her gaze flickered around her some more. More empty seats. Then her gaze shot up to the clock; bar time. That would explain why so many people were no longer in the bar. Then her gaze shot back to his at the next words that he said. Sorry. He was apologizing for his actions? For some reason she felt like this was something rare of him. "Yei ar' forgiven. Dhough ait' bar time". her hand grabbed the bottle of whiskey that she had grabbed earlier then reached for his own empty glass

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billy-behr·:

“What was she talking about? He had his anger in check. It wasn’t as if he had killed the guy, just fucked his hand up a bit. It would heal with time. Anyways, he wasn’t the one trying to show off with the little magic trick. “Oh, you are telling me that I need to learn not to snap when you were acting as if you were ready to go all Carrie on him?” Seriously? What was up with this town. He was starting to think that maybe coming here wasn’t the best thing he could have done. Seemed like everyone was forgetting what it was like to just have a bit of fun. “I don’t like being touched without being asked for permission first, and I don’t think drunk assholes who try to act cute to the bartender they have a stiff one for to be entertaining. Sorry to ruin your not, sweetheart. I was simply watching out for you.”

Catrina's hand fisted around the bottle and pulled it from it's home. With a flick of her thumb she took off the cap. Bottle was half-way up to her lips when his words rang out. With a twist on her heels she looked at him then placed the bottle on the counter. A snicker almost came out of her lips but instead she held it back. Randall was an old man that hung out at bars way too much than he should and liked to joke to the point of people feeling creeped out. But he was a kind man that was just lonely. "A winna goi all 'Carrie' on 'im. Yei dinna heard of a joke"? As she waited for a simple responce she brought the bottle up to her lip and took a drink, the burn crawling down her throat made her curl her toes. How she loved a strong liquor. The next words that were thrown her way surprised her even more. Watching out for her? Now why would he be doing that? The only people that had ever looked out for her had been her brothers. Adoptive brothers at that. Her family had been mixed so she had been exposed to many which made them want to protect her even more. Which caused her to act out even more. Was a never ending cycle. "An why would yei bei doing dhat"?

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billy-behr·:

The delicious sound of cracking bones made William’s mouth water. He imagined wrapping his mouth around those fingers and biting them off with ease while the whole bar panicked. A room of blood and bones, he could see himself finishing off a few drinks while sucking out marrow from their bones. After that, it would just be some gas and a match then off to the next town without anyone even knowing he had been there. “Ah!” A sharp jolt went through his chest, sending him out of his frenzied haze. The little witch had just saved the whole bar without even realizing it. Releasing the man, William turned back around and took his seat back at the bar. The hand that had crushed the other man’s fingers was now gently picking up his glass to take a sip of the strong concoction with a smirk. “Kinky, but he had it coming. Guy needs to learn to keep his hands to himself.”

Death. Blood. Chaos. All was what she saw in his eyes. For a moment there Catrina was afraid that she wouldn't be able to shake him from that hold. Sure she was quite powerful but like everything she had a limit. Her stormy green gaze stayed upon him till she felt the bloodlust leave him and he walked back to where she told him to. A slow breath left her lips before sucking in another deep one. Hands now vacant she ran one through her tousled blonde waves before walking back to the bar. Hand paused on the polished wood when he spoke again. "Aye hei does. Just like yei need toi learn nae toi snap". Her gaze stayed upon him for another moment before turning away. Gods, now she needed a drink. Rolling her shoulders she walked over to the wall of whiskey bottles, her gaze also catching the clock. Closing time, was mere minutes away, which she was looking forwards to. Once those doors closed she'd clean up and then climb the stairs to her apartment above and crawl into her sheets. A smile graced her lips at the thought as she plucked up a whiskey bottle.

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billy-behr·:

It had been a long time since he met a girl like her. She had this fire in her that just had him in almost a trance, like when you are staring in to an open flame. There was something about her, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was just this feeling in his gut that told him to stay here. There was also another feeling in his pants that was just as loud as he watched her lick the bit of his drink off the back of her hand. “You are wel-” Just as he was about to finish his sentence this shit smelling hand came down on to his shoulder that instantly made him grit his teeth. His head turned slightly as he looked at the boot licker. The bartender was quick to take charge, but Bill was already smashing the mans fingers with his grip. Up on his feet, teeth barred, eyes glowing. “Yeah, Randall, watch it because as it is my bite is more wicked than my bark. So,” Randall’s fingers cracked as Bill tightened his grip. “you better keep your hand and your mouth to yourself.”

Just as quickly as her thumb grew with flame it was smothered. The reason for the flame going out was the two idiots in front of her. A glower fell over Claudia's face as the man that had been seated before her was all up in Randall's face. The poor man's face was contorted in confusion as the man's abrupt nature. She knew that Randall was only joking and trying to be friendly but the man had been known to be a little bit too "handsy". When she had first met him he had taken the globe of her ass into his hand in which he had gotten a full on smack across the face. Since then he kept his hands away and she kept reminding him of that day whenever she saw him get handsy with anyone. "Oh fir focks sake", she muttered as she moved to go around the bar. Instantly she moved between the men, putting her hands on either of their chest and giving a good shove of them away from each other. "Sto eit! Both of yei". Electricity buzzed from the tips of her fingers, giving each of the men a light zap. She turned her stormy green gaze to Randall, "Goi seei Molly. She'll git dhat hand of yei's fixed. Let dhis bei a lesson fir yei". The mangrumbled, clutching his injured hand to his chest as he waddled off. Her gaze then turnedto the man, seeing the glowing teeth and enlarged fangs. Werewolf. She'd dealt with plenty of them before. "An yei", her voice raising, "Sit yei ass down an dinna lay another hand on anyone else! Otherwise A'll doi more dhan sizzle yei chest".

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billy-behr·:

There was comfort in shitty little dive bars like this. Almost felt like home in a way. Course that could have been the dim lighting and the smell of piss. Minus the few strangers that sat around minding their own business, place was pretty dead. Not that he minded. Just meant he could have more of her attention. Even if she acted like she didn’t want. “Ouch.” He wrapped his hand around the drink, smirking at the woman as he pulled twenty out from his pocket and slapped it down on the puddle she had left in front of him. “Keep the change.”

Ever since she was a young child Catrina was known to have a sharp tongue. Whenever one of her brothers would bother her or any other boy. If it wasn't her words that got things done then it was her physical motions. A smirk crawled along her lips at his words, "If yei dhink dhat hurt, dhen stick around as ait'll only get betta". Liquid from his glass had landed on the back of her hand, lifting it up she licked it off of it before grabbing the twenty and turning away. "Dhank yei". Turning away she went to the cash register and deposited the money, the same moment an older man with a large beer belly came waddling close by. "Her bark is much worse than her bite, trust me", the man laughed as he slapped a hand on the man's shoulder. She spun around, "Oi, wach' eit Randall. Otherwise A'll make dhat drink a wei' bit more interesting". Lifting a hand she snapped her fingers, her thumb becoming a blaze.

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billy-behr·:

A woman of her size shouldn’t have been able to handle a man like that, but obviously she had no problem doing so. Thirty minutes, that’s what she gave him as she walked back in to the bar. He was quick to follow her, not letting the door slam in his face though it was clear she didn’t give a fuck if it did. The place was a little dive bar just the kind of spot that made him feel like he was home again. Minus a bunch of drunk beta wolves smashing the place up. Oh how he missed the more wild days. He was on his way to bringing them back. “Can I get a whiskey and coke?” Bill plopped himself down in some bar stool just in front of her. Eyeing her up and down, seriously wondering if she was with someone. Didn’t have any other smells on her, had to be single. “Also your phone number.”

Catrina hadn't heard the door close behind her so she was sure that he followed her in. Lifting her gaze from the glass she was cleaning in her hand confirmed it. The larger built man crossed the room towards her. Planting his ass on the barstool right in front of where she stood. At his request she gave a nod of her head, placing the glass down with the cloth before turning away. Grabbing a newer glass she busied herself with making the drink. Though paused for a mere second at his next request. Balls on this one. Normally when a guy saw her haul a guys ass out of the bar they either made sure to steer clear of her or just ordered what they wanted. A brow arched as she turned towards him, finishing off his drink. The glass made an audible clank as she put it before him, liquid sloshing partially over the side. "Aye, it's six seven five goi fock yeiself". A smile came to her lips then nodded her head to the drink. "An dhat'll bei ten fifty".

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billy-behr·:

Fuck it, he said to himself as he stumbled down the road. All the beers that he had taken with him were now gone. Littered across path of bored destruction. Aside from a quick run in with Q, this town seemed deader than Helen Keller. Still, there was a bit of hope when he saw the bar just at the end of the road. With a bored look on his face, he was just at the door when it busted open. A man was being tossed out by what he could only describe as a fucking Irish goddess. “Shit.” He said underneath his breath as the men scurried away. Her attention seeming to fall on him. “Yeah, I was kind of hoping to get a drink before last call. If that’s okay with you?”

Lids squinted over green hues as Catrina looked at the male before her. Gaze drifted up and down him. If he tried to pick anything she'd easily be able to do to him with what she did to the damn frat boys. Speaking of which she glanced over her shouder, sure enough they were stumble-running away from her direction. Good. Straightening her shoulders she gave the man another look, "Yei got about thirtie minutes". With that she turned on her heel and stepped back into the bar, not bothering holding the door open for him. Which she was sure he was man enough to open himself. Eyes fell upon her as she walked back to the bar, few whoops and hollers acknowledged her as she walked by. The smallest of a smile coming across her lips. Stepping behind the bar she reached for a glass, continuing where she left off.

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"Oi", Catrina's angry scottish voice rang out across the bar. The two drunk frat boys that were busy causing a ruckus turned in her direction. Walking around the bar in their direction in which she stopped in front of them with her hands on her hips. "Now yei behave or A'll throw yei asses toi dha curb". A drunken smile came across one of their faces and he raised a hand in which then rested on her shoulder. "Now ju...". Grabbing the hand that laid on her she twisted it behind his back in which she then used that position to move him across the floor. Cries of protest not only came from him but his drunken buddy that followed them out the bar. Then with a firm shove with her foot on his ass sent him sprawling down. "Learn sumemanners next time yei come back". As quickly she had sent them out they were up and running down the street. Her brow cocked, "Somedhing A can help yei widh"?

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selinaxpane·:

Selina stared down at the mess that had been made of her shop - it would take quite some time to fix the damage done by the wolf. To herself included, but it wasn’t something she would ever admit out loud. She glanced at her tired reflection in one of the broken mirrors - that no amount of glamour spells could mask. The bell over her door chimed, and she didn’t bother to look back at the person who entered.”Haven’t you heard - we’re closed.”

Catrina stuffed her hands into her pockets, her feet moving her swiftly down the sidewalk. Each alley opening she passed she couldn't help but glance down it. With the recent events it made sense for her to be on her toes, who knew who was going to be attacked next. Soon the store came into view, though it said that it was closed she knew otherwise. Twisting the knob and pushing it open, the sound of a bell greeted her as well as the angered voice. "Aye but A dinna dhink dhat yei would turn away a fallow witch. Especially when dhey have come toi help yei".

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witchylilwesley·:

“Shit, fuck.” he mumbled, frowning in confusion. The ritual wasn’t anything overly complicated, just a simple locator spell, but he had to have misread the incantation or something because instead of finding his dick of a cat, he had a bowl of weird black goo. “Stupid Sanskrit, knew I should have stuck with Latin…” he ranted, flipping through the book beside him while the bowl bubbled ominously. 

Even if she tried Catrina knew there would have been no way to fix what he had messed up. For a few minutes she watched the fellow witch do what seemed like a locator spell, at least that is what it sounded like before his words turned to jibber-jabber. With a shake of her head she approached his table, pulling out the chair and depositing herself in it. "Aye. At least yei figured dhat part correctly". She leaned forward and grimaced at the sight of the bowl. "Yei are gonna need a new pot".

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lxcnewolfcal·:

“Damnit!” Cal punched frantically at his phone with one hand, waving the other around to get help. “How do you stop someone from seeing a text you sent? There’s gotta be a way to recall it, right? Before they open it?”

Catrina had been watching the drama unfold, it actually made her giddy inside. Should she be happy at someone's distress? Nah but she still couldn't help it. "Well dhere ais a way fir dhat toi bei fixed but dhat could bei a little tricky. What yei doi? Send an accidental nude"?