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⸻ » open starter + ANYWHERE IN THE TOWN «

⸻ » there was no finesse when he walked right into another person ; the clumsy movement of feet, a suprised face, all carefully crafted to appear as human as possible. " whops, my bad! " he gently catched her arms to keep both of them steady, an embarrassed smile on lips. " i'm sorry, i didn't look where i'm going... are you okay? "

#» ⸻ gabriel . open starter «#crhq.starter

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INTERACTIONS !! open

sunlight glinted off the pristine storefronts, a gaudy display of normalcy that grated against her ancient senses. still, the original vampire strode forward with all the regal poise of a runway model, her honey-blonde curls bouncing with each confident step. rebekah's grey-blue gaze swept across the passing shoppers, cataloging each face with the detached scrutiny of a predator sizing up potential prey. these people, these humans , with their fleeting lives and flimsy dreams... she envied them and their simple lives. their flimsy dreams and all. and yet rebekah found herself drawn to the endless racks of clothing and accessories lining the store windows. a thousand years of fashion had passed her by, trapped in a coffin or shackled by the very family she had sworn to protect. with the tilt of her chin, rebekah swept into the nearest boutique, her senses immediately assaulted by the cacophony of colors and fabrics. nimble fingers danced across the delicate silks and intricate lace, cataloging each item with a discerning eye. oh, how she had missed this - the simplicity of it all. so human. a wicked smile curled her lips as she selected a sumptuous gown, its crimson hue reminding her of the blood that sang in her veins. "excellent," rebekah purred, catching the eye of a nearby shop attendant. rebekah pointed "if you could be a darling and fetch me a few more... additions to my wardrobe. i fear i have some catching up to do."

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⸻ » she shouldn't ⸻ not as elena who seems to have no sense at all ⸻ and yet, lilith let herself have a little fun on the side, trying on the dresses her vessel have no money to pay for ; it doesn't matter, she will get what she like, one way or another. she hummend under her breath while watching herself in the mirror, deep blue, almost black, fabric covering her body. she let her eyes snap to woman behind her, calculating look in dark irises. " an emerald green would suit you, " she said in a light tone, eyes back on her own face. well. elena's face, but now it's no diffrence.

#» ⸻ lilith . interaction «#» ⸻ lilith x rebekah

drmothra

Open for everyone

Kira usually doesn't do the lunch rush. So as the people starting walking she tried her best to keep up. The normally adept barista felt overwhlemed by the orders, each getting almost as long as the line. Kira kept pushing though forgetting to tie her shoes. As she got the macchiato in her hands she shouted.

"One macchiatio extra excholate pow-" and she tripped spilling the drink on the counter and a patron. Kira began to bow profusely. "I'm so sorry let me get you a coffee free of charge." She said looking through the pile of orders. "Can I get your order number or name please?"

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⸻ » there was a numbless to his mind, but it was better to the usual chaost that was plaguing sam for... too long, now. he didn't even realized his shirt is wet till he heard her words, blinking and looking down. " oh, um... it's okay, don't worry, " he said, an awkward smile lifting corner of his lips. " it's sam, black coffee with some carmel, thank you, " he reached for one of the many napkins, gently wiping the shirt.

#» ⸻ sam . interaction «#» ⸻ sam x kira

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scottytheslingshotcowboy

There was an annoyance in his features, didn't even consider putting on a shirt. All the hellhound wanted to do was sleep until the futile job the next day. Isn't that what his existence lead up to a cycle until he was dragged back into hell.

He was about to utter about the noise but he couldn't help but stare agape for several moments. It was Mei. The beloved, the being haunting his dreams, the one who his chest yearned for. And for a moment maybe it was going to be normal.

But the cold anger hit him like the cold of the night (not that it affected him before until now). There was a clearing of his throat. "Your music is quite loud-I live nearby and I could hear it-" He took a small step forward. "That wasn't what you want to hear did you?"

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⸻ » the more words left his mouth, the more mei felt the chill settling in her bones. of course, it wasn't him seeking her out. of course, it was just a fucking accident. she felt stupid, so stupid, to think even for a second that maybe, just maybe... she felt her fangs dropping slowly, eyes dark, as she tighten her fingers on the door ⸻ the warning sound of wood snapping her out of... whatever this was. " so you came complaing about that yourself, instead of, i don't know, sending a hunter? " she said in bitter voice, ready to throw insults at him. but the movement of a curtain behind him make mei pause, and she quickly got herself under control. curse nosy neighbors. " get in before the old hag start new rumors, " mei hissed at him, taking steps back and then turning her back to him ⸻ bad idea, can get stabbed, again ⸻ and walked inside, her feet taking her to kitchen.

#» ⸻ mei liu . interaction «#» ⸻ mei x ashiya 01

xbludlust

LOCATION : museum .

non-living things are not living , yet they live longer than the living . the witch thought about the museum inhaling so much of the world — all that history , all that spiritual juice , all the passions and laments of each visitor — without ever really exhaling . she had been making a living in beacon hills for a while now . as a museum curator , rowena was able to take what she wanted for herself , especially any magical items or cursed .

THE DEATH OF AN ANGEL was honestly one of the most beautiful phenomenon to ever occur . she got the news and pictures on her phone and knew right away . Yet not many would know of angels and think it was just a signature of whoever murdered them . ❝ ⸻ Oh , the poor lass . I am sure they are now with the angels and no longer suffering ❞ She mused amusingly while feigning concern as she wondered if there was anything useful on that angel's body that she could take .

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⸻ » she still felt... weird. like something was crawling right under her skin and mei was not a fan. the hybrid hummed, hand falling down after realizing she was trying to get ride of the small headache by pressing fingers into her temple. " hmm? who died now? " she asked, opening eyes she didn't even knew she closed. it was not her best day, but mei never missed lunch with rowena and little feeling under weather would not stop her now. ( she didn't want to think why she feels like this, she shouldn't, not with the whole witch-vampire thing and yet, here she was, ready to burn or rip something apart just to get back to yesterday. )

#» ⸻ mei liu . interaction «#» ⸻ mei liu x rowena

⸻ » closed starter + ASHIYA DOUMAN ( @limbodouman ) «

⸻ » the loud music almost drown out the sound of banging on the door. almost. mei usually was happy with her headphones on and spells on walls, but you can't live somewhere for years and not make a sound - it would make people suspicious of you and she just lost tail of hunters, no need for new one. she walked to the door, humanly, slowly, followed by screaming voice of vocalist. looking quickly in the mirror by doors, she fixed her hairs and let a polite, sweet smile to lift corner of her lips. ( it was all about keeping appearances, wasn't it? ) she opened the door with short gesture, already starrting speaking. " hello, how can i ⸻ " the words died on her lips as she took a look at the person standing right here. the fake smile faded away, a quick snapshot of emotions - surprise, confusion, happiness, - showed on her face before settling on cold anger. " you. the fuck you are doing here? "