;; eve dawson

[sudaul]

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camila x lys

camila: hey, are you dead?

camila: i hope not. your style never had the chance to be fully appreciated by todays society.

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camila x devin

cami: you good homie?

*20 minutes later*

cami: wow

cami: sorry i asked my PA to text you while i was doing emails

cami: is that how the youth talk now? disgusting. any who, you best have survived that freak show or i'm going to be pissed. text back ASAP if you don't want 10 cop cars outside your house.

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camila x selene

camila: you still clicking those heels or will i be getting a new boss?

camila: wait if you're dead who gets your job? is it me?

camila: i'll wear black to your funeral and cry, as a sign of respect xo

[hope-of-luxuryy]

[oliviaculpo]

#a look

[waywardreveries]

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frccdxm​:

Cecilia loved Halloween, the supernaturals often just seemed more at ease this time of year. That and seeing as hardly anything scared her anymore, she was a glutton for anything meant to do exactly that. She had done the maze already and was now exploring the haunted house, her Dorothy basket filled with apples as a prop, but it was also very good projectile. She thought she heard someone yelling at someone else nearby so she made her way towards the voices, assuming it was part of the show. She turned a corner and as soon as she spotted what looked like a wooden bat aimed at her head, she yelled and threw an apple towards the threat, before realizing that it was Cami and trying to regain her composure. 

꧁꧂

There’s a pitiful, child like squeal of protest when she sees nothing but something round and green coming towards her. Using the bat almost instinctively to swat it away, she hits what could have been a sure homerun on a field. Alas, all it did was splatter and splinter one of the mirrors in the near distance. “Wh--” Camila looks to see the culprit and a loud scoff escapes her. “Cecilia! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing creeping around corners.” As though it was entirely and obviously, all her fault. “I-- Hold on, did you just throw an apple at me?” Blinking for a couple seconds as he brain finally caught up with the situation at hand, she lowers the bat and scowls as she finally lets go of just a little bit of the fear that had set in her bones. “Four centuries on this earth, I will not die by apple, nor will I die of heart failure in this god forsaken house. I swear, the next clown to jump out at me, Cc, I’m going to eat them!” Cami blows out a breath and leans against the wall for support. She notes the moment there, where it was almost like she’d forgotten all the years they’d been apart, a few seconds where she called her by nickname and spoke to her like a familiar. Something they weren’t anymore, arguably. It causes her eyes to dip down as she makes an attempt to recollect herself. 

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WHO: @frccdxm​ EVENT: Fright Fest LOCATION: Haunted House

꧁꧂

A solid shriek and pair of flailing hands for about the seventh time since she entered the house, again. “Hey! What did I tell you about jumping out at me!” Camila scolded at the man dressed as a clown. She’d only came in alone to retrieve one of the children in her care, only to get half way inside and have her text to say she had got out safety. Spotting a prop of a pirate, she makes no hesitation ripping off the wooden leg and holding it like a bat. “See this? I will lamp you one if you do that again, now be gone you creepy oaf!” The fear was real, much to the amusement of those who knew her, if they were to see her, she was sure. Armed and ready to strike, Camila continues her journey trying to find her way out, coming to a slow halt when she hears something move around the corner. Fingers tighten around her weapon as she takes a deep breath and waits for something to jump at her. 

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selenekhan​:

@darkesthourstarters​

Fright Fest was one of the biggest events that Selene would host this year, she was determined to make sure it went off perfectly with no interruptions. Pushing the annoying wig out of her face as she looked down at her iPad and started clicking away to make sure that everything was set up exactly how she wanted it, the pictures she’d basically drawn of where to put what, she didn’t hear the voice next to her. As she held up the iPad to compare she heard the voice once more and turned to look. Giving a blank stare as her brain tried to recall what was just said but nothing was coming to her. “Happy Halloween?” She guessed, but figured it was still probably wrong. “I’m going to be honest I didn’t hear a word you said. I was trying to double check everything for the event again.” She admitted, turned the iPad to them. “Say it again?”

꧁꧂

“All I said was no rest for the wicked.” She chuckled. “A statement only reinforced by your ignorance in favour of that ipad.” Camila teases, holding out a drink she’d collected for Selene along her way. “Love the costume, by the way. Totally suits you, but who pray tell, is your Fred?” She grins, looking around as if she’s going to spot someone as the other half of her outfit. She’d already seen Devin dressed as Velma and her curiosity only wanted to know if there was any more of the scooby gang roaming around. “You’ve outdone yourself this year, I must say. Congratulations. I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy it,” Because she typically didn’t enjoy these things. A personal lowkey fear of jump scares and clowns which was a secret she held close to her chest. “I was mistaken, I’m having a great time. It would be even better if you could take a break for half an hour and enjoy your hard work too?” 

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swearonstars​:

@darkesthourstarters​

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

“Okay, so what’s next? Bumper Cars? Or maybe the Haunted House? Or how about the Fear Maze?” Devin asked, beginning to riddle off a plethora of activities Fright Fest had to offer. The vampire had always had trouble sitting still and, seeing that the council member and clan leader was officially off duty for the evening, she found herself in desperate need of one or twenty different distractions to keep her busy. 

꧁꧂ 

 “You don’t stand a chance of getting me in those nasty ass seats when I’ve just heard one girl say she basically wee’d herself in them.” Cami raised a judgey brow and pointed to the haunted house. “Let’s give the house a try.” Opening her arm out for Devin to link her, she sighed quietly. “If someone jumps out at me and I punch them in the face, could I be sued?” She wondered. “Actually, it doesn’t matter, I know a lawyer who owes me a favour. We shall proceed.” 

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thedarkestpartofhollis​:

His lips pursed a bit at her statements and he laughed, “It can be expensive. This is true.” It was no secret that hiring a lawyer was expensive. However, Hollis often took cases pro bono. He had made enough money that he could that for a couple years and still be okay. It made him feel better to represent the people who really needed it and couldn’t afford it. He’s seen a lot of things since being a lawywer. And the one thing that seems to be reoccuring is that the ones who couldn’t afford it, needed it the most. His head shook at her statement and he waved his hand, “I exclusively work to put the crooks in jail.” He stated, “When I first started lawyering, yeah, I had to do criminal defense. But the moment I could do anything else, I did. And now, I can pick and choose whatever I want.” He nodded. Hollis was good at his job. There was no denying it.

As she spoke and told the tale of how her housing began, Hollis listened intently. His blue eyes watched the ground as they moved. It was truly an endearing tale and he was really happy to hear that they had someone to support them. He smiled softly at her comment and he looked up at her, “Well I am honored you are choosing to speak to me then.” Hollis was, naturally, a talker, contrary to popular belief at the office. He just didn’t have many friends to talk with. However, he thoroughly enjoyed listening. It’s why being a lawyer was perfect for him. He could do a little of both. Seeing her point out the home, his eyes widened a bit. Hollis couldn’t help but laugh at the motel comment, “I mean that motel does sound enticing. I really love eating breakfast with bedbugs.” He joked, “Quite the home. How long have you lived here?”

꧁ ꧂

“So you’re saying you’re one of the good guys?” The question was rhetorical, though she couldn’t help but ponder... “If you had to compare yourself to a fictional hero, who would it be?” There’s a look of mischief as she asks the ridiculous question, curious to know where he places himself on the noble scale of imaginary tales. “I’m glad you get to choose, I think it’s strange how you work so hard and so long for a career like that just for someone else to dictate the cases you take on.” She frowns, only slightly. In truth, she didn’t understand much more than the more obvious details. 

“Perhaps it’s just the blackout doing strange things to my head.” Cami gives a light roll of her eyes as the smile remained on her features. She continues to stroll down the path until his question sounds in the air and she could only raise a brow. “Actually, I don’t. Live here, that is. This home is just to house the people I take in. I have another across the city, a personal home in Manhattan but my main home is in the Island.” She says it casually, seeing no reason not to. Perhaps if he was supernatural himself, he would read something more into her choice of home but she didn’t care much either way. “I must warn you, two of the teens were trying to bake cookies before the power cut out so it’s probably a disaster zone inside.”

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selenekhan​:

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I remember a life without technology, but why would I want to go back to that when technology has vastly improved my life and made it easier?” She pointed out. There was so many things now that she could do from the palm of her hand with her tiny phone, it had made day to day tasks simpler. It had also gave her more creative ways to be petty, but Selene still counted that as a bonus. Giving a laugh at Camila’s words, she didn’t bother to investigate if it was the truth or not, instead she continued to finish her tasks. Noticing the quick reaction from Camila, she wondered how long it had been since they’d got a drink or if Camila kept this energy for everyone. “Why not. Not like we have anything else to do.” Figuring if they were going to be stuck in this hell that they might as well drink and enjoy themselves. “Thank you for offering your witch to me, but worst case I’m sure I can bat myself home.” She laughed, she’d tried to drunk fly before and it had ended up alright then. 

Getting to the bar, she walked into the relatively packed establishment. Looking behind her at Camila, before she made a bee line to an open booth. Tossing her expensive purse on the seat before she sat down gracefully, crossed one leg over the other. “Did you catch what the special was? Because if it’s warm beer I’m out.”

꧁ ꧂

“Perhaps because people say it’s unhealthy to rely so heavily on them?” She grins, as she’s only joking. Much of her life in this day and age revolved around technology, she needed it to complete most of her tasks. That being said, if the Gods ever wanted to throw her back in time, she’s not certain she would be unhappy about it, though that was a tale for another time. “Nothing else to do, wow. I feel like we should appreciate this moment because it doesn’t happen often enough.” Work, responsibilities, so on and so forth. “You know, I’ve always wondered what you look like in bat form, perhaps later I could find out?” Camila laughs as they continue into the bar, she happily takes a seat on the plush leather. “Over there,” she nods her head to a blackboard sign, half priced cocktails, presumably before the fruit juice turned warm. “So, what’s new with you? It’s been too long since we have caught up on a personal level.” She smirks, making it obvious she’s hinting for personal gossip rather than anything boring.

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tate-gauthier​:

Money Honey / OPEN

@darkesthourstarters​

Money was everything. They could disguise it as being ripped off, but it was genuinely their highest priority to maintain their luxury lifestyle and, well, this client wasn’t cutting it. Tate sat at the table they had reserved for the in-call dinner and nearly gawked. Their patience was very much so being tested— but they were nothing but a professional, and they simply pursed their lips into a small smile, folding their hands in front of them.

“Don’t be silly,” they joked, lifting a hand to raise and comb back a stray curl, peeking through their long eyelashes at the disgruntled man. “Of course the payment is required.” They paused. “Or— I can take the deposit and go.” They reached across the table, smirking as their hand touched their client’s. It was in their nature to see their goals through, and it was also in a man’s nature to get what they wanted, was it not? Being said, it was easy to locate the lust in their client, and to pull the string that kept their composure all together. They retracted their hand for a moment.

“I’ve so enjoyed our time together, and I’d like to continue our meeting. Wouldn’t you?” They asked. The client seemed dazed, but quickly regained their senses. It seemed the ability was only so indulged. “That’s too much,” the man griped. “Yet—“ Tate said shortly, “you managed to book me, with my rates listed?” They were far from pleasant at this point; their boundaries reached, they lifted a hand to let a pointer finger gently rest against their jawline. “Well,” they said. “What now, monsieur?”

It wasn’t like her to eavesdrop into conv-- nah, it totally was, it just wasn’t typically common for her to interrupt them. In a city as big as this and being as old as she was, very little surprised her. Camila had drawn her own conclusion about their work and it did nothing to get a rise out of her. People got to make a living, right? Something the male didn’t seem to be respectful. Typical. She thought. He asks for a service and thinks he can grumble about the price? Negotiate and get his way? It bothered her and she was only listening as an outsider. Sitting quietly with her book, though she wasn’t at all reading it, there’s a smirk that appears on her lips as they assert their dominance. She wouldn’t usually do this, in-fact, it was a rarity but in this case she doesn’t see the harm... Accessing her enthral ability as a succubus, the males attention turns to her as she lifts her head up and smiles sweetly. “If you ask me, I think they deserve the transaction and the afternoon off.” There’s a light air to her tone, a lure that has the man hanging off her every word. 

Her ability doesn’t allow her to force him to do anything but with some gentle coaxing and smart choice of words, she can usually make them think that what she suggests is their idea. “And wouldn’t it be such a kind thing for you to do, to pay them for the time they’ve already given you? Let them have some time off to relax? I mean forgive me for interrupting but it’s just-- you do seem like such a kind, generous man... Am I right?” It was obvious he was probably neither but the way she manipulated her power had him nodding, smiling, even. He’s pulling out his phone and telling Tate he will transfer the money, that they do deserve the afternoon off. An action that probably fuels his bravado, he can walk away feeling like he’s kept his power and chose to allow them that free time. Once he does finally leave, she offers a small shrug. “I know it was rude to interrupt so I do apologise for that but he was rude and you deserve more respect.” In her opinion, anyway. 

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thedarkestpartofhollis​:

As she introduced herself, he smiled softly and shook her hand with a nod, “Cami it is.” He repeated. Repeating names always helped him remember them easier. Plus, he could used to it from doing briefings with strangers all the time. His blue eyes watched the ground as the walked, making sure he didn’t trip in any crags or anything like that, “I wish I could focus on one thing at a time. My mind moves a million miles a minute when I’m working on a case or something. You should see my office.” He laughed. It was an organized mess, in his opinion. If any other person were to walk in and see it, they would probably think he had OCD or something of the sort. Everything had it’s spot and every spot was labeled appropriately. But that’s what worked for him. He understood it didn’t for everyone. His head nodded when she spoke, “I am indeed. Been a lawyer for…” His lips buzzed quietly, “Ten years now? Maybe a little more. It’s been…extremely fulfilling, surprisingly.” Hollis genuinely enjoyed helping people. It’s why he did it in the first place. He couldn’t help himself so he went out of his way to help everyone else. 

The male couldn’t help but laugh when as she spoke, nodding his head, “You do have a point…” He didn’t think of it that way, “In that case, no scouts honor.” Hollis joked. He continued to listen intently as he hobbled along beside her, nodding his head softly as he did so. Immediatley, he was intrigued by her tale. Why didn’t I think of that? He asked himself, shaking his head a bit, “That sounds like such a great experience.” Hollis stated, “If you ever need help with anything for this, please…let me know.” He nodded, “I would love to give a hand however I can.” He doubted Cami would accept his offer but he could at least put it out there.

꧁ ꧂

“Hollis, if your office is anything like your million miles a minute mind, I would not like to see it unless you want me to implement my colour co-ordinated filing system.” She chuckled. “I also wouldn’t like to see it because that would imply I need legal help of some kind. Sounds expensive,” she teased. “I can imagine it’ can be trying, too? Those cases with crooks or no good types and you have to defend them?” She wonders, just curious to know where his morals lay. “It just sort of came about. An origin story of two teenage boys in love.” She smiles fondly at the thought of them. “They ran away because their parents forbid their love.” Which wasn’t uncommon for the 90′s, unfortunately. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve been around for centuries,” though she literally had been, it’s not like she can just openly share that fact with a stranger. “Their energy and their will to laugh in the face of everyone who dared tell them their love was wrong, their happiness in spite of their situation spoke to me.” Her tone softens, as it usually does when she boasts about the young people under her wing. 

“So I gave them a roof and funded their schooling. One is now a surgeon and the other is a dentist and yes, they’re still together. Happily married with two adopted children.” She’s almost gleaming as she talks about them, full of pride for the men they became. “That’s a very generous offer, I’ll keep it in mind.” Cami gave him a nod, just being polite really, she didn’t require any help but if she ever needed it, it was nice to know she could add his name to her list. “I don’t usually talk so much, believe it or not.” There’s a chortle of laughter as they turn into the street with the property she spoke of. “It’s the house on the end there,” she’s being modest, since it’s more like a lavish building with numerous rooms. “Or the motel is around the corner but honestly, I don’t recommend it. It’s got two star reviews for a reason.” 

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remimarlowe​:

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“It’s still cold for now, but feel free to wait for it to warm up if that’s what you’d like.” Remi replied sarcastically as she pushed herself up so she was sitting on top of the bar, her long legs dangling below her. “Sure, I could eat, we should have some cutlery.” She replied, leaning back and reaching out to a little box she had put at the bar herself, knowing people always forgot to bring cutlery if they needed it on shift. “I am honestly starving, and we don’t serve food here.”

꧁ ꧂

“Sure, a hot minute in the microwave should do the trick. Sounds delicious.” She teased, clearly joking. “Well then you’re most welcome for my very kind gift and my generous thought to think of you in this blackout.” She raised an amused brow, subtly pointing out that Remi hadn’t said thank you, though it was totally unnecessary, she didn’t do it for thanks. “Help yourself, dear. Cake in turn for alcohol seems like a fair exchange.” Perching herself on a stool, she takes a sup of her drink and gestures towards her. “Maybe you should start selling food? Or desserts? Hell, buy a vending machine and charge double. It’s a gold mine.”