honey.

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oftheatkins

Elijah watched as Honey stood in the phonebooth and asked how to work it. “Well, for one… that’s fake. The phone you want is just up the road and it works, take the phone off the receiver, put money in and dial. This one won’t do that. Check the change catcher, your change should be in there.”

“Fake?” The mechanic repeated the word in complete and utter shock, looking from the oversized toy back to the detective. “Why on- ugh!” With an exclamation of disgust, Honey snatched the change out of the catcher that was practically overflowing at this point. Why had she not seen it before?  “Jag är så dum.” The blonde felt stupid, and grumbled to herself before turning her attention to Elijah again, mood lightening into a playful one. “I promise I’m not so millenialized that I can’t tell a fake phone booth from a real one- growing up, I just, rarely saw either. Why exactly does this town need a fake phone booth, anyways? Don’t we have enough weirdos?”

[hosk-elsa]

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drrobertgraham

Robert looked up from the copy of Beyond Good and Evil he had propped open in one hand.  “No problem; just a regular checkup.”  He refused to do any mechanical work on his car, the very act of it was demeaning.  It was a dirty, menial job, that he would rather pay someone else to do.  He tilted his head towards the other customer, who seemed to still be fuming.  “Should I come back another time?”

The blonde was already approaching her new customer when he spoke, and she stopped in her tracks, casting a glance back over her shoulder at the man who had made the mistake of opening his big mouth. “Oh, no don’t be silly. He can wait.” Her tone was unsually acidic, a rarity for Honey to let someone get under her skin or erase her smile, but it happened occasionally, most often when underestimated. “Besides, it’ll give him plenty of time to write his mean review on Yelp, so really you’re doing both of us a favor by being here.” With that, her playful and genuine smile returned, skin practically aglow under the sun with golden hair bouncing as she made her way over to the car. She noticed that it, like it’s driver, was sophisticated and pristine. “She’s beautiful, I hope you take good care of her. Notice any lights on the dash come on or blinking lately?” Large blue eyes that were sizing up the man were now examining the vehicle carefully, looking for any immediate discrepancies before she was ready to get thorough. 

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It was amazing how much the world has progressed, but also baffling how much it’d stayed the same. The young elf was finishing up with a customer’s car, a vehicle that should’ve been in great condition given the recent year model, yet was neglected so much that it was a complete disaster under the hood. She was just about done, tossing her tools aside in the box with her name scrawled on to it when she heard the man complaining about how the job probably wasn’t done correctly and how he should’ve called to see if there was a male mechanic available. A man would be able to do it right. The willowy blonde clenched her teeth, but anyone that knew her knew that wouldn’t keep her mouth from opening anyways. Spinning on her heels, she faced him, arms on her hips, blue eyes fiery. “If you actually knew how to take care of a car, then you wouldn’t have to take it to a woman to have it fixed. Must be pretty embarrassing, huh?” As she was talking, another customer waited by their vehicle. The elf not so politely excused herself from the conversation and approached them, heaving out a sigh on her way before cupping one hand over her forehead to block her eyes from the sun that was high in the sky. “Hey there, what seems to be the problem?”

[nurse-isa]

“I think I just heard the weirdest pick-up line that has ever been used on me…” The vampire blinked in utter shock. Since she was 664, it was certainly a feat. “I think I need a drink now… While I process this.”

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“Lucky for you I have one right here.” Honey grinned as she slid the glass over in between her and Isa, arching her brow as she nodded down towards the straw that she never used anyways. “But I will have to hear what has you so speechless because I need a good laugh tonight. What did they say?”

[kid-has-a-colorful-personality]

“Since when has precalculus become a part of any short of music major?” He replied holding up his text book. Sure, it was a Gen Ed class that he was still needing to get out of the way… But it was not his favorite.

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“And why exactly is it necessary?” Honey replied with her own question with a smirk. The blonde hadn’t gone to college, and the people who raised her had been the reason. They explained to her that it was more beneficial for her to find a trade and work in it than spend half your life studying. She believed them, and she had no regrets about never seeing a University. However, she did hold respect for those who did. Scholars. “Then again, it was the school system that told us we wouldn’t have a calculator with us every day. Bunch of liars.” She said it with a grin in Finn’s direction.

[kylekinder-deactivated20220726]

“Uh, sure,” Kyle replied when he was offered a sample of whatever the street vendor was selling. He was surprised to see food trucks making their way up to Redmour, but with the hipster crowd spreading like rats among quaint towns, it was only a matter of time before they showed up with supernatural-themed eateries. This truck in particular catered to the more food-driven kind, i.e. Kyle, and the slightly chubby wolf was drawn to the scent of spiced meat. 

He shoved the food in his mouth, brow furrowed trying to detect what flavors was soaked into the bison meat.

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The blonde was leaving the shop, helmet tucked under one arm as she zipped up her jacket. Late December meant chilly rides. Just to be on the safe side, she zipped the leather jacket all the way up to her neck before straddling her motorcycle. She was admittedly intrigued by the food truck that was temporarily parked across the street from the garage, and didn’t mind the extra attention to the shop by the customers that would look across the street and see a mechanic and remember they needed an oil change or new brake pads. However, she was even more amused to see a familiar face quite literally stuffed to bursting with the food. Honey leaned over her handlebars, resting her elbows on them as she called out to him. “Kyle Kinder and food trucks. Name a more perfect match made in Heaven.”

[littlelottieofthevalley]

Dolly hummed softly to herself as she pushed her grocery cart, or buggy, through the store, bright eyes scanning the shelves. Although she had every intention of eating out, Dolly knew she’d be cross the next day if she didn’t at least get herself some decent breakfast food among other necessities. Turning down to the coffee aisle, she couldn’t help but grin at what the only other person on the aisle was wearing. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but I am in love with your shirt! Where on earth did you get it?” she inquired, her voice chipper.

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Honey absolutely hated grocery shopping. It took too long and it was a lot more difficult loading her motorcycle down with plastic bags filled with food than it would be throwing them into the trunk of a car. The heavy leather jacket she wore whilst riding on cold winter days like this one was draped over the wall of the buggy, and she was carelessly tossing a case of Keurig cups in her favorite flavor, triple chocolate, into the basket when she heard a chipper, female voice pipe up. It took the blonde only a few moments to realize she and the woman were the only two on the aisle, so she must be talking to her. “Oh, really?” She asked with a light chuckle as she glanced down at the worn tee shirt. It was so old that the neck was stretched out- it looked more like a v-neck these days. The sports team printed on the front, as well as the numbers on the back, were both faded and almost unreadable. Honey flashed a blinding white smile. “It was my brother’s.” Not her real brother, but the stranger didn’t need to know specifics. “It was super comfortable so I always borrowed it from him. When I moved away, he gave it to me as a gift. I’m honestly not sure where he got it, but you can probably find a much nicer one for the same team if you’re a fan!”

[oftheatkins-blog]

After hours of trawling through the police database, Elijah had found exactly what he had been looking for, Ayden looked very familiar to him and now he knew why. What was it with demons and choosing vessels that were once criminals? With a shake of his head, he printed out the pages with the intention of passing them to Kyle and James to take a look at, maybe Katherine too but he would do that as a last resort. 

It was a cold day so all wrapped up, Elijah left the police station and headed across the park towards the woods where the werewolves inhabited with the intention of finding his colleagues but something caused him to pause and turn his attention to it. “Uh… hello? Do you need some help there?”

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 “No... Maybe.” Honey instinctively refused any sort of aid; a habit she’d picked up on being raised the way she had by the people who’d raised her, but only took a few seconds to realize that it was better to get help than to stand out here at this damn phone booth all day and look like an idiot trying to use it.

“As long as you promise not to laugh at me. I dropped my stupid phone this morning and it basically shattered into, like, a gazillion pieces. I’m going to get it fixed this weekend but my family gets a little annoyed if I don’t call them, especially around the holidays. I’ve been trying to figure this hunk of junk out for like, twenty minutes, but so far I can’t even get it to ring.” Flashing a sheepish smile at Elijah, the blonde turned back to the keypad of the phone booth shooting it a death glare. “I’ve probably wasted about three bucks trying.”

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           ELLENORA “HONEY” BIRKE / TWENTY EIGHT / MECHANIC / ELF !!

under the cut is a quick summary of who honey is, her past, etc (more to be revealed soon). she is super easy to assume connections with, because she’s incredibly friendly and easy going. i will be replying to starters but feel free to message me or like this so we can plot!!

honey was born in stockholm, to an unwed couple that couldn’t care for her the way they needed to, and thus she was orphaned, in hopes of getting adopted into a good family that could provide for her.

she was four when she was adopted, not by one couple but by an entire pack of werewolves. they were nomads, just passing through town. because they didn’t have proper paperwork to adopt ellenora, they simply took her in the night instead. 

she grew up within the pack, aware that she wasn’t exactly like her family but still knowing that they belonged together. she was also not human, after all. the pack taught her how to fend for herself and to be independent and strong, values that she still carries with her to this day.

after moving to redmour, she used one of her hobbies, working on vehicles, to make money and is now a mechanic in town.

she’s a motorcycle chick, riding hers anywhere any time. rain or shine. she doesn’t own a car, just her cycle.

very, very outspoken but friendly! will typically refuse to ask for help especially if she knows she can do it on her own. 

headstrong, tough, ambitious, but loyal and kind. gentle when it calls for it.

absolutely will not answer to ellenora, nora, elle, ellie, etc. everyone knows her as honey.

that’s pretty much all i have for honey right now! let me know if you’d like to plot something deep, and feel free to assume any connections you want (just let me know so i can be aware of their situation!)

[miamlsunshine]

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