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Block Party Bash || Starter
“Exactly!” Carter exclaimed, a bright smile spreading across his face. “That is the plan!” He smiled, sipping from his drink. “I’ve been working my butt off so hopefully my boss will let me take the reigns on a few homes if and when we get working on that.”
“Well here’s to hoping!” Harlem smiled back at Carter. She loved the ambition he held in himself, and subconsciously thought to herself that the she hoped the man never looses that quality.
↳ Bastille || Requiem for Blue Jeans
“I headed out on Sunday, said I’d come home Monday; you stayed up waiting, anticipating, and pacing.”
Block Party Bash || Starter
salutem-carter:
“It’s hard to get the perfect consistency for packing, so I completely understand. It takes a lot of practice.” He smiled. “They already have homes, actually! I just hope that at some point I can start designing and building homes for folks.“
She smiled back at him, “hmm... well maybe after this office building project, you could start making the plans for a new neighborhood. New people come in everyday; they’re going to need a permanent place to stay sooner or later.”
Animals
“My, if you’re so fond of Nico I may just have to write a little Will of sorts so you can take him or any of my little pets if you’d like.” Jokingly he wondered if he would ever die really. He never thought about it seriously before and didn’t even now. The thought quickly left his mind as he offered the pup to Harlem. “I wouldn’t mind having a pet sitter while I work my long nights if you’re interested. All my pets are well trained besides Nico here.” Stubborn and Prideful he didn’t give in in the slightest.
“You might have to; I’m pretty sure I’m not the only citizen here you manage to piss off.” Harlem took the little pup out of the demon’s hands. “Who knows, I might have to eat you myself just to get this little thing out of your hands,” she joked. Of course she wouldn’t actually do it, but she couldn’t necessarily say that she hadn’t ever thought about it. “And I’m sure your pets would jump for joy if they heard word that they wouldn’t have to be cooped up in a nightclub all day for once.”
Block Party Bash || Starter
“Oh my gosh. I remember taking so long with sandcastles. Trying to make the perfect castle. Can’t say I ever did, though.” Carter laughed softly. “But I want to create people’s perfect homes, but right now I’m just building office buildings to build up Salutem.”
“My experience for sandcastles are the worst. I could never get the sand to stay up the way I wanted to, and even so I hated how mine wasn’t ever taller than my sister’s.” Harlem smiled at Carter, “well, once you’re finished with the office buildings, you’re going to have to build the homes for workers to live in, right? So you will be building those perfect houses, you just have to wait a little while longer!”
Accidents happen
“Oh, I’ve heard of Cash,” she smirked unpleasantly, knowing the man the other girl was referring to the instant she described him. “Is he always in a bad mood? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him actually smile.” Harlem placed a supported hand on the girl’s back as she caught up her breath. When they locked eyes, she gave the other an encouraging smile. “Well lucky for you, I enjoy the antique shop, and I’m sure Cash won’t go screaming at his employers while he has a reoccurring customer in the room.”
Finally someone else to rant about the demon boss of hers. Alexis giggled at the question of the other girl. “Cash just likes to keep away the people that will jip him on his things. He’s a softy onve you know how to handle him. Being late is different from getting him to back off of a particularly nice item a customer wants.” She opened up without hesitation about her job and boss. Perhaps it was being around another woman that made her more comfortable than normal. “Thank you, distracting him with a customer will definitely help. I really appreciate it. I’m Alexis by the way, lexi if you want too.”
"Hmm, well that's understandable. I don't know him personally but I know him well enough to know that he loves his items. I've only managed to bargain with him once." The wendigo felt very friendly towards the girl she had just met, as if she'd known her for a very long while. It felt funny to her that she had never seen Lexi before this moment, but she was happy that she'd met this new person. "Nice to meet you, Lexi! I'm Harlem," she said with a smile.
Animals
“Less annoying more like, pleasantly overbearing.” Nico let out a small bark and started to paw at the hand near it’s head. “Animals and drinking do the trick on my bad days. Obviously I tend to get tired of alcohol. I have about four more dogs and two cats. They come and go you know? Do you have pets? Perhaps we could set up a play date and you could tell me your name.”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” She smiled down at the puppy. “Careful. You’ll come down with alcohol poisoning one of these days—a day where I will come over to your household and gladly take care of this little hound.” Harlem couldn’t help but to fall in love with the bulldog on that street corner outside of Pets360. She snapped back into reality and looked up at Kolya. “I don’t have any, no. I wanted a pet when I was young, but my parents thought they were filthy things. I guess I never really thought about owning one all on my own, here in Salutem.” A sad, bittersweet look crossed her face before continuing on, “so no playdate. And no name.”
Animals
Kolya loved animals probably more than people, besides his family of course, and when anyone came to swoon over his pups or kittens he happily turned the lil bulldog in his hands for the familiar woman to see. “Horrible? Please I’ll spoil Nico until he’s nothing but another pup prince sitting with me in my VIP section.” The demon grinned while the pup yawned and wriggled in his arms wanting to run.
“How nice to run into you again, miss.” He knew she was determined to keep her name hidden, and though he used his connections before to get her name, Harlem, he decided to play her mystery game honorably. “What brings you to fawn over Nico and Garrett’s other animals?”
“Oh, I see.” She scratched the little bulldog behind his ears, “so he’s going to brainwash you into thinking he’s actually a pleasant and not at all annoying person!”
“Likewise,” Harlem smiled sarcastically at Kolya. She knew that the demon understood her smug remark was a lie, but that he also wasn’t going to go anywhere. Of course, she was fine with that. Contrary to popular belief, Harlem enjoyed her small chats with Kolya. “Oh, I dunno. Same as you, most likely. To get away from the world and the bad days it has to offer us.”
Animals
Demons were usually looked at as big bad beings of hell. They were once just as real to everyone as the big bad wolf himself. Kolya was no saint but he was not a complete monster either. He had his moments where he lost control and other times he was more merciful than a demon really should be considering how he was trained by Lucifer. Whips, chains, daggers, claws, maces, and whatever else should have turned him into a beast. After so many new years on the surface he controlled himself and learned to play the perfect game of life.
After snapping in his club and meeting with his brother he needed something to ease him besides vodka or any alcohol. He had had far too many recently and would rather take a breather. Finally he did while his bar was still closed for the morning after the big pathetic party, he went to the pet shop. Just as he told everyone, he knew them all and could work just about any deal. He managed a discount on his favorite thing at Garrett’s shop.
While exiting he store with a little box of dog treats and a Bull dog puppy in hand he stopped to look at the new mewling pet. “Just wait till you meet the three other pooches and the two cats at home. I think you’ll like them, Nico.”
DingDingDing! The door to Pet360 swung open and greeted Harlem with the usual bell that sounded when someone entered. She usually didn’t frequent the pet store; she had no reason to. There was no need for pet supplies because there was no pets. But on days like this one where absolutely nothing seemed to go right, she needed some comfort, and animal therapy seemed the only way to go. Her subtle shoes scuffed down the isles as she watched the yipping animals begging for attention.
First, it was the kittens. Harlem couldn’t stop herself from petting the runt of the liter, cooing at it scratching it just behind the ears. Then it was the rowdy great dane pups. In a high pitched, baby talk voice, the wendigo excited the rambunctious little things with her affection—and if it wasn’t for the isle of hissing and mysterious creatures distracting her, she might have fallen in love with one. Her next stop was, of course, the reptiles. Harlem cuddled the snake in her arms as if it was a huggable bunny, not afraid of the annoyed snaps it gave her.
Just as the woman was walking out the door, a familiar face step in front of her, carrying one of the cutest bull dog puppies she had ever laid eyes on. “Well look at this handsome little devil.” She smirked, paying no attention to Kolya as she petted the adorable animal. “I know, how dare Garrett allow you to go home with such a hor-wibb-le person??”
Block Party Bash || Starter
“Awww.” Carter said, a blush quickly creeping up his cheeks. “You’re too kind. It’s just something I love. I studied architecture under many great men and women and I’m such a nerd for history and Architecture.”
“Oh it’s no problem!” Harlem began to feel a smile forming upon her face. The man was becoming passionate about the topic, something she was delighted to see. “I’m a history nerd as well! As for architecture, when I was twelve, I tried to design my dream home. Needless to say, it was full of constructional errors, overly sized rooms, and too much pink and purple. So you win on that one.”
Accidents happen
“He kind of is actually,” she let out a nervous chuckle, “he’s a greed demon. I’m not usually late but when I am he’s not very happy.” Lexi had to breathe before she went into complete shock or something. After some soft breaths she looked to the other woman and let her cheeks flush for doing such a stupid thing. “The Good Ol’ Days Antique Shop, it’s a few blocks away on the right.” Cash would be pissed that she was late but he might be a bit easier if she brought in a customer.
“Oh, I’ve heard of Cash,” she smirked unpleasantly, knowing the man the other girl was referring to the instant she described him. “Is he always in a bad mood? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him actually smile.” Harlem placed a supported hand on the girl’s back as she caught up her breath. When they locked eyes, she gave the other an encouraging smile. “Well lucky for you, I enjoy the antique shop, and I’m sure Cash won’t go screaming at his employers while he has a reoccurring customer in the room.”
Block Party Bash || Starter
Carter laughed and nodded. “It seems like everyone does that. Truth be told, I live in a tiny house, so it wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t easy, but it certainly wasn’t the most difficult thing I’ve had to do.”
“Hey, that’s far better than what many of the people can do around here.” Harlem tried to imagine herself building a house up from scratch by herself. Sure, she had done volunteering here and there back in Pennsylvania, but not anything past a beginner’s level in construction, and certainly not anything Carter was describing.
Accidents happen
Her mind was frozen while someone came in her field of vision and spoke. Nearly dying set her in a bit of a state of shock. It quickly faded as she focused in on the stranger. “wh-what? Yes, I’m okay. I’m so sorry.” She grabbed the woman’s hand and stood, quickly moving to get out of the street. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and her mind began to rush faster. “I was late I just didn’t want my boss to get angry and fire me.”
Harlem gave a small smile to the girl as she pulled her back up, “oh it’s quite alright!” She could tell that the stranger’s blood was pumping incredibly fast—one because she could feel it in her thumb’s pulse, and two, Harlem could practically hear it ring out. “Hey, hey, hey—just breathe. It’s not like your boss is an absolute demon, right?” Harlem chuckled. “I’m sure he won’t fire you, especially after you almost got flattened by a bus.” Noticing that the person was still a bit panicked, she thought it a good idea not to leave the girl unaided. “You look a bit shaken. Here, let me walk you the rest of the way there. Where do you work?”
Accidents happen
Late, late, late. Only a few times was the banshee ever late, but Cash still rode her about it. It was a good thing she had gotten used to talking her way out of trouble otherwise she may not have had a job this long. Her eyes were glued in front of her while she sprinted down the sidewalk holding her accounting books and inventory checklist. “Please, don’t notice, please, please, please.” She begged whatever force might make the demon sleep in, like she had just done, so that he couldn’t get on her about this again.
As sweat dripped down her face, and her little legs started to burn she turned her eyes just for a moment to wipe at her forehead. That was all it took to run into the crosswalk without looking. She slowed as her hand fell back around her books. She gasped and froze as a bus whooshed around her, narrowly missing her. The young banshee fell back onto the white rectangles on the asphalt, dumbfounded as to how she even survived.
The work day was finally over for the young wendigo, and as always, she had a collection of books in her arms for when she got home. This particular night her selection consisted of old German fairytales—one of her most favorite genres. Then again, if you were to talk about any genre to the front desk clerk, Harlem Archer would claim it to be her most favored one. Nevertheless, she was content with her tower of volumes and smiling her way to her favorite coffee shop not too far from the library she worked at.
Just as she was in mid-thought, Harlem watched a petite figure whiz by. She was startled at first, not knowing what the thing was, but realized it was citizen of Salutem once the young girl hit the pavement. After the initial shock of seeing a person almost get run over by a massive vehicle, Harlem hurriedly situated her books onto the sidewalk and rushed to the stranger. “Are you alright?!” She leaned down to the girl’s level, offering a hand to help her back up.
Block Party Bash || Starter
Carter smiled and looked over the crowd of people. “I’ve been here for a few solid years now. It’s been nice, honestly. Haven’t had too much trouble with people. Even built myself a home.” Albeit that home was a tiny home.
“You built up your own house?” She smiled in amazement. “Well, what else would you expect from a construction manager? I bought my house, and let me tell you, when something breaks down, I just pretend everything is perfectly fine and nothing is damaged.” Harlem smiled at the man before looking back at the festival.
Block Party Bash || Starter
Carter smiled and looked at Harlem. “Well, give me or Heath, my boss a call and we’ll be sure to check it and help you out.” He grinned softly, sipping from his drink. “How long have you been in Salutem?”
“I shall,” she replied. “Actually, I’ve been here since the year it opened, in 2008. Been here ever since.” Harlem paused to looked up at the summer bash going on around them. “How about you?”
Block Party Bash || Starter
Carter laughed and nodded. He’d done his research and Salutem had started as more of a refugee camp for supernaturals but than it grew and grew into the city and sanctuary it was today. Shaking the woman’s hand, he smiled. Not even batting an eyelash at the fact she was a wendigo. “Carter Logan. Construction manager and Angel. Literally.” He laughed softly.
“Well, nice to meet you, Carter,” she chuckled. She was quite surprised that the angel was unfazed by her species. Most of the people she met would grimace at the news that she was a cannibal. The few who didn’t were the ones who pushed her to begin accepting herself as what she was—something she still hadn’t accomplished. “Well my house is beginning to become a pain, so I’m sure this won’t be the last I see of you.”
