30-year-old Vampire. Socialite. Owner of the 'Red Door Nightclub'. Dancer. Lover of Poetry. An old soul and a restless heart. This is a mature, 21+, dependent RP blog for HOLLOWAYHQS.TUMBLR.COM
Joey gave the girl another smile, hoping she was being reassuring in some way or another. She liked to think she was friendly by nature, she wanted to be nice to people. “Yeah, a bit of fun,” she nodded once more. “I mean, yeah, why it’s fun. It’s fake. It’s yeah, there’s a lot more scary things out there. I just like this. I like weird things,” she gave a little laugh. “I have done this maze pretty much every year since I was a kid… which sounds really sad, I know.”
Once upon a time, Campbell herself had also been friendly. Open. Willing to try just about anything once. Now, though, that person seemed nothing more than a distant memory, a picture painted of someone she no longer was. Still, it was clear the other was attempting to be friendly and reassuring, and despite her less-than-stellar demeanor, Campbell simply could not bring herself to be outright cruel for seemingly no reason. Though, there was a time in which she would’ve found an act like that easy, too. While the concept itself still sounded a bit questionable, Campbell relaxed slightly, nodding as she glanced between Joey and the moving line in front of them. “I’ll take your word for it. Who knows, perhaps I will even be surprised. It isn’t likely, but it isn’t impossible either.” The ghost of a smile danced on the vampire’s lips, memories of her own childhood flooding her mind. “It doesn’t sound sad, no. It sounds like a tradition. There is nothing wrong with tradition. After all, isn’t that what this entire event is for?” She asked, gesturing to the bustling fair around them. “Though, that tells me you grew up here. Were you born here as well?”
Joey had been enjoying her evening, she’d grown up in town. Her family were witches and they had always taken part of these events, they were a big part of her life and she embraced them. She had always been curious and she enjoyed the eerie and fun vibes that came with Halloween. She offered the girl a smile, nodding her head. Though she toned down her laughing. “It’s a bit of fun,” she replied. “They have people jumping out at you, Halloween jump scares, dark corners and you have to try and get out.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Campbell glanced once more at the maze, shrugging as she wrapped her arms around herself against the chill in the air. There had been a time in which she might’ve jumped at the offer before her, though that time had long since passed, and with each passing year she’d found herself becoming more and more antisocial. “A bit of fun.” She repeated, eyes falling to the ground for a moment. “I suppose I could do that. Somehow I find it doubtful that much can get scarier than reality, though since you asked so nicely, I’ll give it a whirl.” Turning, she began heading towards the entrance to the maze, taking her place in the forming line. “Have you already been through once before, or will this be your first time?”
“I love Halloween. I am that girl. I have a drink, the vibes are eerie. I am having fun. I am here for it all. Come in the maze with me?” she grinned. “I’m only a little tipsy, I swear.” Her excitement was bubbling. She could feel the magic around her. “Have you been on any rides yet?”
Going out to participate in the town’s Halloween festivities hadn’t been anywhere near Campbell’s first idea for her evening. Though, with the holiday it seemed as though even her regulars weren’t buying what the Red Door was selling tonight. After several hours of a whole lot of nothing, she’d dismissed her entire staff for the evening, flipped the Open light off, and made her way towards the center of town. She’d very nearly been ready to head towards home when she’d been stopped, the woman giggling as she spoke. When asked about the rides, Campbell did her best not to scoff. “I haven’t.” She said, shaking her head. Her eyes bounced towards the maze then back to the woman speaking. “Why? What’s in the maze?”
Campbell Renea Foster was born December 19, 1871 in London, England to parents Johnathan and Robin Foster. The Fosters were incredibly well off, considered to be among London’s social elite and one of the wealthiest families in all of England. Her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather were all military men, known for their loyalty to the British armed forces as well as their high marks and rankings. Their reputations were spotless and impeccable, and thus the Foster children were expected and forced to act appropriately.
Practically from birth, Campbell was forced into a life which she might not have picked for herself otherwise. As a member of high society, her mother and father never allowed her to forget her place, how she was meant to act, and that appearance meant everything. Not one scuff was to be placed upon the Foster name, and that was final.
Throughout her childhood and through most of her teenage years, Campbell did as she was told. She brought home the top marks in her class, she participated in all the extracurriculars and charity events she was required to, she smiled for journalists and made sure to keep her private life very, very private. Nothing but the best, most angelic and well-adjusted sides of her were shown in public.
Though she loved her parents desperately, Campbell learned early on that they did not return the sentiment. Their love was conditional, and they made sure that she and her siblings knew it. As long as they acted appropriately, colored within the lines, and fulfilled expectations, the family was picture perfect. Stepping a toe out of line, however, meant incuring the wrath of Johnathan Foster- never a physical man though one with the ability to cut deeper than anything using only his tongue and telling facial expressions.
When Campbell turned 16, she began to long for more. While she appreciated her life and the opportunities it afforded her, she could not help but to wonder what things were like outside of a family who cared only for appearances. She wondered what it might be like to exist i a space where she didn’t have to be Campbell Foster, a socialite, the perfect daughter; to exist in a space where she didn’t have to be anything other than her.
When the time came for Campbell to leave home, she did so eagerly, moving to America, Boston to be precise, to remove herself from the prying eyes of her parents. The freedom was everything she’d ever dreamed of, and it gave her a chance to explore herself and the world without worrying too terribly about the blunders she might experience. Though, as it often does, the freedom proved to be too much for Campbell. She fell into a bad crowd, began attending questionable and risque parties, drinking, and taking whatever drug was made available to her, via whatever method necessary. It wasn’t long before Campbell found herself sick, alone, and unable to function, working in houses of ill-repute to simply make ends meet. That was when Kallee found her, looking upon her as an angel looks upon their charge, taking her in, nursing her back to health. The two fell in love, and began their lives together. Campbell was 21-years-old.
7 years later, tragedy struck when Kallee fell ill, unable to win her battle with the sickness that overtook her. Campbell found herself alone once more, brokenhearted and lacking the will to continue. She immediately turned back to her old ways, going wilder than ever before.
And, much like Kallee, that was when her sire found her. Half alive and approaching her own end. He did not save her soul, but he did save her life, giving her an entirely new one.
Realizing what had happened to her, Campbell sent a falsified death certificate to her family, deciding to travel, to explore, to work and amass her own fortune. She spent nearly 120 years doing just that.
Having created her own personal wealth, Campbell began to feel restless with no real home. She’d heard whispers of Holloway, and decided to check it out. After deciding she could picture herself there long-term, and with others like her, she purchased an empty building, creating ‘Red Door Nightclub’, a spot catering to the needs of all supernatural beings residing in Holloway.
