elody.

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[elodywolff]

silverkillersonya‌:

The girl in front of her was the owner of The Wolf’s Den. Sonya made sure to remember important names and business owners from around town. She could be an interesting target, but a lot of people would notice if their favorite bar wasn’t opening at it’s regular time. She tapped her fingers against her thigh as the girl spoke. She couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh when she said how long she worked on her costume. “Are you some sort of off brand Top Gun character?” Sonya reached out for the flash and took a swig of the alcohol. “Thank you very much. Exactly what I need to get through these festivities. Personally, I think they could be showing scarier movies, but here we are.” Sonya took another sip before handing the flask back to Elody. “It’s all very boring. Wanna get out of here?”

Fixing her fingers into the shape of a gun and offering the other a wink accompanied by the click of her tongue. “You got it.” Though she hadn’t been able to actually think of the movie herself — she’d barely watched it all the way through — she was glad to at least have a half idea of what to call her makeshift getup. “You and me both.” She muttered, green eyes flittering toward the crowd. As the flask returned to her hand, Elody’s gaze returned to the other woman. She studied her for a moment, considering. Bringing the metal container to her lips, she gave one last look to the screen before raising her shoulders in a shrug and capping the flask. “Real shame to let the costume go to waste,” she hummed, making no attempt to actually sound sincere. “But fuck it. Where to, Doc?” She really should get the other woman’s name — but at the moment, a shared disdain for this night was more than enough. 

[silverkillersonya]

“Cute costume,” Sonya said, stopping in her tracks. She spent her time at the movie marathon, but saw no other reason to be there. The Silvers weren’t there. They were somewhere else that Sonya didn’t know about. She’d been itching for a kill for days. She looked at the person and gave them a smile, that was honestly a bit sickeningly sweet. Within a moment though, the smile faded. Sonya’s own costume was a ragged doctor’s coat and scrubs with “fake” blood splattered everywhere. “Where’d you get it?”

[elodywolff]

She was hardly ‘festive’ — no matter the holiday. She’d even made an attempt to keep the bar open, but the moment it became clear that the rest of Kingsholm didn’t share her miserly spirit, she gave up. In lieu of a costume, Elody went against her better judgment and raided the lost and found stashed in the office. She hadn’t expected much, and she found even less. A pair of oversized sunglasses that were scratched all to hell, and a military green bomber jacket. Good enough. Pocketing her flask, she made her way toward the movie marathon. As she drew nearer though, she heard a voice. With a sardonic chuckle, she turned to the source. Elody liked to consider herself difficult to surprise — but that saccharine smile nearly put her on edge. As soon as it appeared, it was gone. Strange — she was relieved to see it go. “I worked hard on it. Took ages.” She deadpanned, fishing the flask out of her pocket before taking a pull and extending it to the other in a sort of offering. “Offer you a drink, Doctor Moreau?”

[silverkillersonya]

Sonya flipped through the pages in the entertainment magazine. She pursed her lips as she skimmed through a review of a recent movie. When she heard someone nearby, Sonya smirked a little. “You know…Hollywood says their working on making things more ‘diverse’ and plan on having more women in their films, but they still don’t give a shit. They can’t even have a decent female villain without some boring backstory about how her lover has died or she had terrible parents. All that happens is that she gets fucked…both figuratively and literally. They’re just there to show off their tits and ass for male viewers to jerk off to,” she said. She flipped through the pages to see if there was anything else of interest, but of course there wasn’t. It was all garbage. “What do you think when you see me? Do I look like one of those flat, one dimensional femme fatales that are only in the film for tits and ass?” Sonya lowered her magazine to look the person next to her straight in the eye.

[elodywolff]

“Annie Wilkes, Misery.” She said distractedly, barely looking up from her phone, brows furrowed in concentration as she finished typing out her message. Sighing, she returned the device to her pocket, green eyes finally flickering up to regard the other. Without bothering to humor the question, Elody shook her head. “It’s been a male dominated industry since the dawn of film. Tides are changing, all the bullshit, but until the old white men at the top drown, we’re stuck with the Harley Quinns and the Fatal Attraction Glenn Closes. The fuck was her name?” She pondered, before giving a dismissive wave of her hand. “Point is. We’re a long fuckin’ way out from women being accepted as being fully capable of being just as insane as men without having her feelings hurt first.”

[diwyllianwrites]

Seated on a bench, Matías barely paid attention to his surroundings as his eyes had landed on today’s main headline speaking loud and clear to him: old man tricked out of his savings. The mere thought sent an ill taste through his mouth, the corner of his lips twitching in a displeased manner as he carefully read through the article. “How do you get so greedy you’ll scam a person out of everything they have?” Matías murmured to himself, not caring if the people by his side heard him. “It’s sickening to know they’d leave a person to scrape by with the vile idea to make easy money. What if they don’t have relatives that can help out? Damn…” 

[elodywolff]

Elody had barely noticed she had company — she was half asleep, using her coffee cup more to keep her chronically freezing hands warm instead of actually drinking it. Green eyes lazily drifted over her surroundings, looking more than actually seeing — when a voice pulled her from her own reverie. Brows furrowed as she turned to face him, half wondering if it was an accusation. Then she caught a glimpse of the headline as he continued on. “If they don’t have someone to help them, then they figure it out.” She said, taking a sip from her cup. “People have been fucking each other over since the dawn of time. Money’s just the easiest way to do it. Nothing new. You either take, or you get taken. We all make our choices.” She added, voice even as she regarded the other. While she wasn’t exactly out there defrauding the elderly (even she had to draw her lines somewhere), Elody had spent enough time as the ladder to know she far preferred the former. 

[elodywolff]

axdcn‌:

“They’re about as annoying as each other so….” His hand flicked out towards the cacophony of sounds, Aiden only finding slight more amusement in Elody’s struggle against the noise and her fierce hangover. Reaching out, he snapped his hat from his head drawing it down over hers just to pull the brim down over her eyes, shielding the sun a little more. “Can you honestly believe there’s people out there that want to deal with this kind of shit and actively waste their time going through school just to teach?” Hues narrowed and he looked out over the crop of kids. “Nah, bullshit. Send ‘em out deep enough and they might panic enough.”

“Fair point.” It only took a moment for her gaze to fall back on the group, as if she could glare them into silence. When her attempt didn’t activate some sort of latent super power, she gave a sigh of resignation. “My vote is mom goes first. She’s probably at fault for the 17 shit kids. Apple, tree, all that shit.” She half-heartedly mused, not having the energy to actually finish the expression 'the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.’ When the sun’s intensity was mercifully lessened, her lips pulled into something almost like a grateful smile. “Jesus Christ, absolutely not. If you ever hear the words ‘I think I’d like to teach’ coming out of my mouth, put my out of my misery. Better yet, call the cops. There’s some cult brainwashing thing going on.” She muttered. As he spoke, she studied the group contemplatively, rueful grin lingering at the corners of her lips. “Sink or swim. Bet the little one — the one with the lungs of fuckin’ Pavarotti, bow in her hair — uses the rest to keep herself afloat. She seems mean enough to survive.” She observed, head tilted.

[elodywolff]

viviansandvik‌:

Ian followed the story with rapt interest, face scrunching up at the information. “Uh, well, if she skipped out on her tab then she’s totally in the wrong. Especially if she’s done it before,” the blonde agreed. “Also, pretty sure that’s like… against the law? Wouldn’t it technically be stealing? From you? So I think you’re right.” A firm nod shifts her head, adamant in her decision. “Well, not as eventful as this, that’s for sure. A new seal arrived from the rehabilitation center, so getting him acclimated took a bit of time. But I think he’ll fit in just fine.”

She almost felt guilty ranting to Ian — the other always seemed do positive. A bit of sunshine, even as she walked right into Elody’s persistent storm cloud. Still, she was agreeing, which served to further validate the bar owners thinly-veiled fury. The ghost of a smile flittered across her features as the blonde seemed to come to a decision that she was in the right. “Exactly. The bitch.” She muttered, examining her shot glass as though she hadn’t emptied only moments ago. The urge to keep ranting was strong — but she couldn’t deny the feeling of gratitude that seeped in at the distraction. “Rehabilitation? Was he wild or...?” She trailed off, not quite wanting to show her own ignorance on the subject.

[elodywolff]

veravindictive‌:

When Vera found a place that she liked, she usually stuck to the loyal clientele card and that’s exactly how things were between her and Elody. Despite being right next door to each other, and sharing many drinks outside of work hours, sometimes when Vera got off early and didn’t have to pick Ida up yet, she made a quick pit-stop. This afternoon, however, had been one eventful entrance when she’d walked in mid-fire to a war between Elody and another one of her problem customers. “You’re right. Not paying’s a crime, I could have her arse for it. In fact, if she comes back, I will.” Vera agreed with the woman, though knowing Elody was probably more pissed off about the bill than the law. “Boring. Better now that I’m here listening to your story, though. Not a lot happens in Kingsholm that I have to keep an eye on,” Not entirely the truth. “But it sometimes I just get more time to come here. So, win-win, as they say.”

Vera was a welcome sight. An easy customer, and someone who let her complain until she ran out of breath — or booze. Whichever came first. Fortunately, today’s pseudo-therapy session was taking place somewhere fully stocked. “My hero,” she mused, wry grin curving her lips. “Really, though — can I get to watch if you book her?” She continued, glancing toward though the doors. “Have a feeling she won’t be back though. She was finished drinking by the time I remembered her face tonight, the bitch. I’ve let people I like a lot more get away with a lot less.” She muttered, still feeling the heat of furious indignation in her throat. Elody made an attempt to push the woman to the back of her mind as she reached over the bar and reclaimed the bottle to top off her own glass. She tipped it toward Vera, brow raised in an offering of sorts. “I’m surprised you’re not still wrapped up in that murder shitstorm. Not every day a girl gets charred in our sleepy little hamlet.” She said, sarcasm clinging to the edges of her words. Too calloused, she knew — but she was running on caffeine and fury, and she had never been renowned for her tact in the first place. That, and she’d heard about nothing else at the bar for the past month. Any sympathy she may have had was stretched thin by the time she heard the 50th customer asking her about it. Like slinging a few drinks suddenly made her an expert on what was happening.

[angelprompts]

send me a 👌for my muse to drunkenly confess something

[elodywolff]

portermaduro‌:

“Of course, she did.” Porter informed with no sassiness to his tone, immediately biased toward what he was learning in the precise moment. For the time Porter knew Elody, he knew what to expect with moments like these. People in general were assholes and don’t know how to respect hospitality when it’s given to them. Like when people go to restaurants and don’t tip. That always got underneath his skin. Carefully taking another sip of his neat whiskey, he placed the glass down, arms resting on the counter before turning his head toward the other. “Ever consider putting a banned list of patrons that can’t be served?” He suggested, unless he was behind on the existence but if not, hopefully his suggestion could spark something. “Boring,” he blandly answered, broad shoulders rolling before sighing. “I won’t sugarcoat it but life sucks and I’m making it worse for myself. I should be the king of self destruction. Maybe I should get that engraved on one of those plastic trophies.” There was no point for Porter to sugar coat it, especially not Elody. It was the deepest he’d ever get into talking about his feelings but it was enough. “Your rant was the most exciting highlight of my day. Should we find that girl and slash her tires? Or is that too extra?” 

If she weren’t still practically seething, Elody’s smile of validation may have done more than just twitch at the corners of her lips. Of course, she knew she was in the right — but she was also too aware of her own forest fire temper, running hot and wild. She may have overreacted, judging from the thinly-veiled reproachful glances she still felt from around the bar. Craning over the bar to retrieve the bottle, she topped off Porter’s glass and refilled her own. Lips parted, ready to respond to his question, but instead, her brows furrows and she emitted a soft ‘hmm.’ “Not until this very moment,” she admitted, ghost of a smile curving her lips. “Any chance you caught the bitch’s name?” She asked, wrinkling her nose and taking a sip from her shot glass. She let out a breath of laughter, though the sound lacked any genuine humor. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She deadpanned, brow raising as she nodded, vaguely gesturing with her shot glass. “You’re a king. It should be engraved on a crown.” She offered, the suggestion ringing sincere, though a sardonic smile lingered. She knew all about the path to self destruction — she had meandered so far down that she lost sight of the light at the end of the tunnel quite years ago. While she did genuinely want better for Porter, the more selfish part of her found a sort of melancholy comfort in knowing she wasn’t entirely alone. “If you ever figure out how to stop that ‘making it worse’ shit, let me know. Best i’ve got is a temporarily solution.” She said, briefly raising the shot glass before returning it to the bar top. At the suggestion, the brunette did give a genuine chuckle. “I’m going with ‘appropriate’ and ‘well-deserved.’ She racked up a hell of a tab.” She said, clicking her tongue as a look of mischief flickered across her features. “If we only slash three of the four, insurance won’t pay for it.” She hummed, finally tipping back the glass. “Or so I’ve heard.” Elody amended as the glass returned to the surface. 

[cfthrnes-blog]

“You couldn’t pay me enough.” Aiden cut rather gruffly at the cacophony of noise that littered the street, the sound of screaming children drowned out by the cussing mother, insistent that the little rugrats didn’t so flippantly talk about the woman found weeks before hand, amidst their disruption of the quiet peace that Kingsholm so often held. “Throw ‘em in the lake and be done with it.” 

[elodywolff]

A surprised laugh escaped Elody as she looked over at Aiden. Alright, so she’d barely heard the first sentence as she practically scowled at the screaming bunch. The whole lot was far too loud for her liking, especially when she was grappling a hangover so fierce that she was nearly convinced she had brain swelling. Even the colors seemed to be making sounds. “The mother, or the entire schoolhouse worth of shouting kids?” She asked. She hadn’t actually bothered to count how many children there were, but going off sheer volume alone, she was hazarding a guess. “Bad news is... they look like they can swim.” She muttered ruefully.

[cyrusstigen]

 || one of the many duties that went with practically running the planetarium , was to always be sure that their visitors were enjoying themselves . slapping on the fakest kindest smile possible , and attempting to interact with everyone . and while he loved his building , and loved the observatory , the lower floors he’d tried to avoid like the plague . over half of the patrons , didn’t even take him seriously , when he said he managed the facility . though to be fair , his height , age and young face didn’t help out .  ||

 || taking a moment to mentally prepare himself , he plastered on a smile ; rounding a corner and colliding into another body . stumbling back some in a shock , he moved to quickly apologize to the whoever it was . “ sorr-sorry , i’m so sorry . i should have been paying attention more where i was going, are you alright ? ” fumbled out in a panic , hoping he hadn’t unintentionally upset someone . “ ahh gee…again, i’m so so sorry . really , i hope i didn’t like trample over you . can i get for you , anything at all ? ” || 

[elodywolff]

Elody considered the Planetarium to be her own sort of secret place. It was dark, and usually quiet, if there weren’t dozens of children running about the place. The observatory had always been her favorite. If she was lucky, she would have the place to herself. As soon as she set foot inside though, she realized today was absolutely not her lucky day. She tried to make her way upstairs quickly, ducking and weaving through the crowd like the building were on fire and she needed through. She’d never had the patience for apologetic pleasantries in large groups — and a few glares were a price she was willing to pay for efficiency. No sooner had she escaped the crowd, she felt someone barrel into her. 

“Jesus, fuck,” she muttered in clear surprise at the near tackle. As quickly as a reprimand danced at the tip of her tongue, apologies were pouring out of the other. Her expression softened slightly as he continued on. He was too sincere. She held up a hand in an effort to stop the word ‘sorry’ from escaping him one more time. “It’s fine. No long-term damage.” She sighed, brows furrowing in confusion as he offered to get her something. “New car, maybe. I’ll settle for a bike, as long as it’s got a basket.” She deadpanned. 

[elodywolff]

adam → address book

Adam: Hey.

Adam: Party at mine this Saturday, you coming? It's gonna be a rager at the docks, a couple of my neighbors are in on it too. BYO winter woolies though, they say it's going to be fucking cold.

Adam: Unless u want something to fix that ;)

Elody: There's this weird grape shit I can't get rid of at the bar, how picky are the other people you're bribing to come to the 'rager?'

Elody: ...

Elody: what are you offering

[elodywolff]

“She started it.” Elody defended, shaking her head. “’The customer is always right.’ No, sometimes the customer is just a raging bitch. You drink it, you don’t get to walk out on the tab. Especially not for the second time this month.” She reasoned as she poured herself a shot. Before taking it, though, Elody hopped the bar and settled into the stool beside the person she’d been ranting to. “Anyway.” The bar owner said, flashing the other a rueful smile as she leaned over and took back the amber liquid. “How’s your day going?” She asked, as if she hadn’t just been part of an argument loud enough that the business next door surely heard it.

[elodywolff]

🌺 ( porter )

🌺 - there are so few people she genuinely just likes. not just likes when she’s in a good mood, or she’s feeling the more amicable kind of drunk. he’s one of the very very few who she likes at any degree of sobriety and in any mood.

🌺 - her two favorite qualities in basically anyone ever are properly appreciating a silence and being able to hold their liquor so porter is a+ nailing it.

🌺 - there’s no bond like the bond between assholes.

🌺 - she has no idea what a familial bond is actually SUPPOSED to be like, but this feels close? porter feels like a support system she’s never had (and v aggressively insisted she never needed), but she treasures it so much. 

🌺 - he’s one of like, three people who semi-regularly hear her laugh.

🌺 - she has 110 percent cheated during their pool matches and she can’t figure out whether or not he’s onto her and letting her get away with it, or if he has no idea and just maybe thinks she plays an honest game. either way she finds it endearing. (that, and she likes winning any way she’s gotta.) 

[roleplayers-ink]

Send 🌺 to hear what my muse likes about yours

[elodywolff]

violalillegard‌:

               "Alright, I’ll exclude boozy housewives then. For now.”   A laugh escaped her,   “Or permanently. I don’t think the amount of wine they drink has any positive effect whatsoever.”   It gave her the fuzzy and warm feeling she wanted but craved in another way. Ah, the wonders and magic of alcohol. Viola really wasn’t the type of girl to sit around a bar to just drink and get drunk, she’d kind of wanted to do just that tonight however.   “Yeah, I don’t think they should drink at all.”   The brunette looked at her glass and then back to Elody,   “Something stronger, perhaps? Only if you’re drinking with me, though.”

“My best guess is they like to have an excuse to bitch at someone who’s not the husband and the five kids. Nothing like a little liquid courage to yell at the bartender who wasn’t fast enough on the refill.” She hummed, barely containing the eye roll that loomed at even the thought of her least favorite brand of customer. She could almost take the verbal abuse with a smile (however sardonic), but they didn’t even have the decency to tip for the addition service of ‘punching bag.’ Elody let out a huff of laugh and gave a nod of agreement. “You said it, sunshine.” A half-smirk curved her lips at the suggestion, left hand dipping below the bar and producing two shot glasses. “Now what kind of bartender would I be if I let you drink alone? That’s just bad customer service.” She tssked, playful lilt to her voice as she nodded toward the bottles. “What’s your poison? My first guess is tequila, but you could be a vodka girl." She mused, eyes narrowing as she considered. She didn’t know why she bothered with this game — she was notoriously terrible at it. 

[tommygrvs]

So far, Norway had been… Uneventful. Tyler hadn’t made any progress into who or what he was, and spent most of his time just trying to find shady looking people, fighting, and looking up newspaper archives in the local library. Today though, was his day off - in other words, today he just couldn’t be arsed to read a load of nonsense that got him nowhere. A sigh fell from his lips as he sat down on the porch of the small bed and breakfast he had been staying at, his fingers rustling in his pocket for his lighter. “ Hey - ” Tyler called out to the passer-by, “ you got a light I could use? Fuck knows where mine is. ”

[elodywolff]

She wasn’t usually one to give any attention to someone yelling in her general — usually, it was either someone catcalling, or panhandling. And Elody’s tolerance for either on any given day was consistently low. But this morning was different — she’d been dragged out of bed far too early because there was a ‘crisis’ (which had turned out to be a broken coffee pot, something any idiot could’ve handled, in her mind) down at the bar. While the bar owner occasionally enjoyed watching the sunrise, those were almost exclusively days when long nights that had stretched into mornings. The version of Elody who was dragged out of bed at dawn was far less agreeable. As a result, she was hoping for the chance to unload on someone. When the man seated on the porch proved to be someone who wasn’t seeking money or attention, she was almost disappointed. With a sigh, she fished around in her pockets for her own lighter. She was hoping to produce one of the shitty lighters she’d amassed from the bar, all abandoned by their drunken owners. The one she had shoved deep into her pocket almost made her chuckle, foul mood aside. One of the tackier items to wind up in her possession — shaped like a topless woman. Classy. “Keep it,” she said, sardonic grin lingering as she tossed the lighter to the other. “I’m feeling generous.”