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isla rafferty‌:

“I’ll follow you, if you don’t mind.” Isla waved her own hand towards the path, indicting Scarlett walk ahead of her. Sure, she might have super speed but completely turning her back to the vampire would be an even worse mistake. “My name’s Isla and I own a local hot spot called Hell’s Kitchen. I’m not usually one to offer escorts but since you seemed new to the place I’ve called home my entire life, I thought I’d help you out. What’s your story? What brings to our little slice of paradise?”

After a moment to ponder - Scarlett accepted the other’s request. It was disheartening at times to be seen as such a threat. But then; it was life. Impressed, though not wanting to dabble into patronising the girl who seemingly had enough reason not to trust her thus far - the blonde quickened her pace a little as she began to speak. “I’ve been there. It’s nice.” Short. Sweet. Much like herself. “I’m...I’m looking for somebody.” Her voice quietened considerably - almost to honour the solemn sound of her own voice. “I hope to find him here, you see.”

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catherine carmikael‌:

“We certainly don’t but I’ll never say no either,” she beamed, curling her hair around her finger happily as she briefly dreamed of the implications. So many opportunities for celebration. “It might also be those things but the authorities have no hold on nights like tonight, that itself is worth celebrating. It’s only a matter of time before things change for the worse for us once people eventually start to get wise.” Humming softly as she stared at the younger woman, Catherine smiled. “It’s good to see you little one.”

Scarlett listened, a solemn look glazing her dainty features. Although she agreed mostly - part of herself held tightly onto the sinister side of her embedded cynicism. “Even better to see you, Cathy.” Something childlike took a firm grip of her expression. “How have you been?”

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kitty mastrano‌:

Kitty smiled and shrugged, not letting the woman’s beer-laced cynicism get to her. She was going to have a good time no matter what anyone else said. “I suppose so, but it’s still fun,” she said. She almost asked why the woman hadn’t stayed home if that was how she felt, but she worried that was rude, so she didn’t say it. “I love your costume!”

Her companion’s words went right over her head. Perhaps Scarlett may have been subject to the same thoughts - had it been six centuries prior. “Thank you, it’s nothing special.” Fake humility swept smug cheeks as Scarlett’s complexion flushed a muted red. “Yours is equally stunning.”

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luna anya‌:

Anya raised her eyebrows at the woman. “So you think celebrating Halloween is ‘twisted’ and ‘backwards’, and yet, here you are…” She spread her hands. “At a Halloween event. So are you just, like, complaining to hear yourself talk? Or do you think you’re being ironic? Because either way, that’s what a YouTube Channel is for.”

“You can equally disagree on something, and still take part---” Quipped Scarlett in the midst of her peer’s speech. “I disagree with your tone and I intend to still try hear you out. Painful as it may be.” Her final statement came as a low side-thought. “You forget; I’ve seen more years than you have in your body. So excuse me if I think it a little tedious - after all this time.”

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amelia el‌eanor:

“Oh Darling, I must say I agree with you. However, I will never pass up an opportunity to celebrate myself.” Amelia smirked as she ate the olive out of her martini before taking a sip of the actual drink. Costume parties had never been her thing, but she would never pass up an opportunity to drink.   

“That’s the kind of confidence we like to hear.” A coy smile slipped past the barriers of Scarlett’s taut lips. “Now tell me---” Manicured fingertips twiddled and twirled the top of her straw, “What makes you so celebratory? I’m dying to know.”

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margaret grey‌:

Letting her arm loop with Scarletts. She lead the them both into the doors of Hell’s Kitchen, finding a table for the both of them to sit at. Memories of her days with Scarlett came in pieces. It had been centuries since the last time she had seen the blonde woman in front of her, and at times she found herself wondering where Scarlett was. She have never guessed that she would be sitting in front of her. 

“Now, tell me. What has been going on. It as been ages since the last time I saw you.” Margaret said, once the two of them got settled into their seats. “What brings you into Hollow Grove?” 

With her new surroundings posing new threats with each new day’s birth - it seemed that Margaret was simultaneously balancing being both a guide and a friend to Scarlett. Hollow Grove was proving less homely than she had ever imagined: but for good reason. Home had lost its meaning with the tides that Scarlett had abandoned so long ago. And she was waiting for them to wash up on the shore once more. “I’m actually looking for somebody.” A home truth that felt like poison on her tongue. Uneasily spoken and with wavering decibels. “Somebody I lost a long time ago.” The solemn tones to her voice were unintended - but it was a revelation she has kept under lock and key for some time now. “So yeah. I hope I find what I’m looking for. But enough of me, dear---” As a waiter approached them, Scarlett ushered them away with an empty appetite. “What brings yourself here?”

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catherine carmikael‌:

“On the contrary dear, it’s wonderful. A night where others celebrate us because you’re right, I can and I do celebrate myself any other time of the year but tonight… so do they, in great fanfare.” Catherine mused, hand tracing the base of her wine glass as they watched people move about. 

Her superior spoke with the same eloquence that Scarlett would remember vividly from their very first encounter. Such poise, such valour - and she envied her greatly. “I don’t think we need an occasion to celebrate you, my dear.” She chided, “- but I stand by what I said. If anything it’s a little careless and callous.” Bringing the bottle to her lips, the blonde allowed herself a deep and laboured hum. “But I suppose I ought to get used to the times - oughtn’t I?”

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valentin remington‌:

“Twisted?’ Valentin repeated as he looked over at her. Yes, they were in a town full of monsters, and it was Halloween, the best night (and worst night for him), and he was enjoying himself. “It is quite twisted, my dear. And the last time I celebrated Halloween, I had a grand time-maybe I should throw party next year, everyone will come and have a bloody good time.”

Scarlett could tell in which the way he spoke that he too had many years to his name. She hadn’t an idea of what his name was - nor did she care to ask. “Confidence---” Is all she could reply, though arrogance too summed up the man’s proclamation aptly. “I jolly well say I’ll keep you to your word. Think something old-fashioned and ball-like and you’ll expect to see me there.”

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amelia eleanor

“Oh Darling, I must say I agree with you. However, I will never pass up an opportunity to celebrate myself.” Amelia smirked as she ate the olive out of her martini before taking a sip of the actual drink. Costume parties had never been her thing, but she would never pass up an opportunity to drink.   

“I’m not dismissing celebration entirely---” Scarlett added quickly. It would be a shame to dismiss so casually the years that Scarlett had navigated a banquet or a ball or a bar-raid. No; it was the cause that she disagreed with. “And what it is about yourself that is so celebratory?” She inquired.

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isla rafferty‌:

“I have my reasons for not being scared. Or not as scared as others might be in this same situation.” She knew better than to spill her entire life story to a stranger. Especially one that showed up in Hollow Grove and wandered the woods at night. But what she had said was truth. Having called Hollow Grove her home for as long as she had - 25 of her 33 years, to be exact - when she was home, her fear was limited. There were enough people she’d known all of her life, or people she knew about that very rarely did fear come into place for her. “I think the odds are pretty much in my favor and if you’d rather not have an escort back into town, I’ll just take my leave the way I came and be sure to not stir up trouble by telling people about a random blonde haired vampire skulking around, asking for escorts.”

Scarlett couldn’t sense whether it was self-assurance of ignorance that gave her peer the courage in her convictions. Either way: it was admirable. And a trait she ought to foster - should she wish to see out her days in the rural town. “Excuse my tongue--- just take me; if you will.” Perhaps she had abandoned her manners, but Scarlett couldn’t bear to make her companion any more uncomfortable than she feared she already had. “Tell me---” Her hand indicated for the pair to walk down the winding forest-bound path. “Who are you? What’s your story? I promise I don’t bite...and I promise I don’t need escorts.” Her features cringed and creased - it had been her own muddling of words that had left her uneasy. “At least not on the regular---” She added, teasing.

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“I couldn’t tell you the last time I celebrated Halloween.” Her revelation came spewing from rouged lips lightly dusted with intoxication. “Seems a bit twisted, don’t you think? In a town full of monsters and we’re celebrating ourselves. If anything, it’s awfully backwards. If I needed an excuse to pat myself on the back - I could do that any do of the year.”

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mina fitzgerald‌:

“It does-and you want to keep it there and not let it out, but sometimes it comes out,” Mina said, as if she knew a lot on the subject of fear. “You won’t,” she said after a couple moments. “You’ll find people that you find they’re just like family and then you’ll feel like you’re finally home.”

“I doubt that.” Though said with a smile, her companion’s word spoken with not a trace of ill-will - Scarlett couldn’t remember a time where she felt anything remotely close to family. All she had had burnt with the embers of a broken history. “But I’ll give it a go.” The eternal optimist - beneath the layers of anguish - “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

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margaret grey‌:

It had been over three centuries since she last saw the blonde that stood before her, and Margaret would call it anything but a mistake. Seeing a familiar face in Hollow Grove wasn’t often, but she would cherish this moment forever. “Nonsense Scarlett.”  Margaret gave a small chuckle and brought her in for yet another hug. 

“I think Hell’s Kitchen is right around the corner, we can walk from here.” Margaret told her as she pointed in the direction the bar was in. “I’m not sure if I could out drink you now, but I do have much to catch you up on.” She told her with a grin as she offered Scarlett her arm. 

With family nothing but a bitter memory - and friends bearing that same sour taste - it was a surprise that Scarlett hadn’t turned and run. Ghosts of the past wore pale faces, skeletons in her closet humming uneasy tones. But Margaret--- Margaret was far from either of those. Instead, for what felt almost foreign to her; she felt joy.  “Quite a name.” She quipped with her smile still radiating from her lips, “Is that so?” Intrigue laced her tone. If she was honest with herself, Scarlett remembered little of the woman stood before her. Centuries erased sentimentality despite her further protests. But she was here now: and that’s what mattered. “Then I suggest we hasten. I cannot wait a moment longer.”

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emmett bryson‌:

He felt no need to question why the woman was out that night given her apparent fear of darkness. “As long as you’re sure it won’t be.” Neither was in a rush, meaning Emmett had plenty of time to spend enjoying the evening and now he had the benefit of company. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” As they walked he fell into silence. Blue eyes wandering over the scenery around them. Not searching out anything in particular but simply looking at the world as it passed them by. “How long have you been in town?” Asking whether or not she was new in town was pointless. Emmett had been back for months and hadn’t seen the blonde woman. Hollow Grove wasn’t an exceptionally large town.

Scarlett had spent many of her years roaming. In fact, it was her preferred means of transportation. From meadows strewn with sunflowers, to the littered streets of London - she was never short of possibilities. “A few weeks now.” She admitted with a solemness in her tone. If she was being honest, timing was all but lost to her now that it was no longer a concern of hers. “Though, in truth, I can’t remember.” A wild strand of blonde now tamed behind her ear, Scarlett peered back up towards her male counterpart with something almost curious imprinted on her features. “And yourself? How long have you called this place home?”

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daniel lincoln:

      Good God, this woman was straight out of a movie. Daniel thought it had something to do with her pattern of speech, but more than that, she had an eerie kind of beauty about her, and the way she carried herself suggested she had many years to her name. He pondered the truth in her words, or whether there was any in them at all, and narrowed his eyes on her. He didn’t trust her, but he also wasn’t going to run the risk of her being sincere, him brushing her off, and then being forever branded the asshole that left a woman alone in the dark —even if she was a vampire. Besides, if she was offering drinks, who was he to say no? Still, he couldn’t help himself from saying, “A man like myself, huh? And what kind of man do you figure I am, Miss…?” A casual request for a name, offered again with a vague gesture in her direction. This time at her, instead of the air. 

Pursed lips leaked any disdain Scarlett had appeared to hide. He was unlike any man she had met before, that was supposing that he was any kind of man at all - but she would take her chances. Besides, despite the defensive nature of his demeanour - no man had ever left her. Least of all at night, alone, cloaked in darkness. And she doubted he would be the one to break her streak. “I’ll let you do the thinking.” She chided, lips forming a faint smile before her head nodded knowingly. “Scarlett O’Callahan, it’s a pleasure.” The niceties were all but due, however running the risk of appearing insincere wasn’t on her radar. As she spoke, a curved hand gingerly inched towards him. Call her old fashioned, but it was a habit she didn’t intend to break. After all, it would confirm what kind of man he was after all. And she needn’t ask a further question. 

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mina fitzgerald‌:

“I wasn’t good at being lonely, neither,’ Mina admitted, remembering the many years she spent in Germany feeling alone and having no one to turn or talk to since she turned. “And I think anything could be walking around the corner-monsters, a werewolf, even another vampire that might be able to take me on,” she teased with a little chuckle.

Despite her naivety, Scarlett knew better than to sit idly by and trust her  increased ‘powers’ (if you could call them that) to protect her from her environment. “I guess when you life as I do - you never really forget that fear. It’s always somewhere - dormant.” A shrug elevated her shoulders, a nonchalant tone signature to her voice. “I don’t think I could ever get lonely here.”