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[TXT] You got a heart too? [TXT] I don’t know, I think just a delivery man. They were already on our doorstep when I got home. [TXT] Who would do something like this?
[TXT]: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN TOO
[TXT]: are you telling me people are just getting beating hearts in the mail?
[TXT]: I don’t know but mine won’t shut up and I’m gonna puke.
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Black Cat // Nat & Sara
Most lights in TBK were off. Natasa operated best in the dark - in every sense. Just because the business was dark didn’t mean the owner wasn’t there. She was hardly one for overtime, or any extra effort, really. Today it was necessary. She needed to surgery the place throughly in order to decide what she might have Iann do in regards to handiwork. She had yet to cash in her winning bid from the ball. It was wholly unlike the vampire to take anything she figured was rightfully her’s. Sometimes, of course, she was misguided in her assumptions.
This was true in hiring Sara. She had thought they shared a shred of loyalty to one another. Of course, it was nothing serious. Natasa knew how her progeny and the wolf-girl got along, or rather, how they never did. Day one had been a disaster and things never seemed to right themselves after that. It was so amusing to the ancient blonde, really. Laelia and the Countess stood together on most everything - at least to the public eye, but here their opinions did differ. Natasa had always found Sara’s work to be satisfactory, if not exemplary. Of course, the grating woman never told the brunette such things. She trusted her with the money and a managerial position. In Nat’s mind that should have shown Sara that she was a valued member of The Bad Kitty staff.
“What?” Natasa boomed after the second annoying call. Both parities had stellar hearing so she she wasn’t sure why Sara felt she had call out for her that way. She was in her office, working on the books, but barely. And certainly not doing things by the book. “What do you want, Sara?” she cut in when the girl appeared in the doorway. The older woman stayed at her desk. “You couldn’t just text me or whatever?” The pair had barely spoken in private since the ball.
Sara sighed at the vampire’s harsh reply. Not that Nat had many other tones. Annoyed and snide maybe. She’d never get anywhere close in numbers to Nat’s age, but all the same Sara hoped she never became that bitter. Standing in the doorway Sara could tell this wasn’t going to go well. Granted, the blonde could be angry about renovations or a girl calling in sick. Or (and most likely) she was still upset about what had transpired at the ball. Looking back Sara kicked herself for even considering the other job offer.
Maybe the other vamp’s offer had opened up her mind, but it also put Natasa on high alert. A part of Sara worried the woman would think this professor job was just a cover for her new waitressing gig. Could vampires smell liars? Probably not but for once that skill would work in her favor. She made a face at the mention of just texting. “Would you really want me to just text you any time there’s a problem? Or good news?” Sara wasn’t sure how Nat would categorize this conversation.
Sara contemplated sitting but decided against it. She managed to keep her head high. “Natasa, I got a new job. At the university. I’m not working at the other place, and I can’t work here anymore.” Though her eyes were strong her voice was weak, like a loving daughter telling her mother she was quitting ballet. For once Sara was glad the lights were so low. It made looking at Nat much easier.
I bet you think Iann would look good in a thong.
ew.
It has been said that Ian has applied multiple times for a job at the baddest kitty and was turned down every time. We want to know of its true or not!
You mean Iann? With two ‘N’s? Well if it was true I see why they’d turn him down. Guys so old he’d break his back working the poll, and he’s much to qualified for a waiter job. But it’s not true. He hates that place and it’s obvious from the moment you bring it up to him.
What one song is your characters guilty pleasure that they would never admit they liked listening to? What's a song they relate to?
Taylor Swift is everything Sara has worked since graduating high school to not be but damn does she finds her songs catchy and relatable. Blank Space is a big one but her current favorite is Out of the Woods.
There’s a lot of songs that Sara relates to (and a lot of songs I connect with her character) Though Ke$ha’s Animal has always come up for myself and Sara.
Black Cat // Nat & Sara
Sara lifted her shoulders up to her ears as the wind blew her hair in all different directions. It was winter alright, and while she was used to the wind and chill of Chicago, Maine was just a touch closer to the north than her old city. She cursed herself for not grabbing gloves before heading out to the club. Though the cold was a good distraction from what she was about to do.
She hadn’t planned out what she would say to Nat. I seemed better to wing it then spit out some sappy, rehearsed line. Knowing Nat she’d smell that shit from a mile away and Sara wouldn’t hear the end of it. Not thinking about it seemed the best route overall, as it kept her moving forward instead of turning back around to the warmth of her house. After all, would Nat really go hunting for her if she stopped showing up for work. As soon as Sara thought it yes popped into her head, followed by a recall of all Nat’s scoldings. The nuns guilted her less.
At the club, Sara pushed open the door, papers and tablecloths flapping about as frigid wind blew in. “Nat!” Sara called out as she shut the door. She made her way into the club, stripping off her hat as she did so. Her coat stayed on. Hopefully this wouldn’t take too long. “Natasa!” She called again.
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What do you think is the best trait about your character? How about the worst? Why?
Sara is fiercely loyal. Once you get on her good side you really have to fuck up for her to not want to help and protect you. She’s willing to put herself in danger for the people she loves and really doesn’t expect anything in return. Which goes hand in hand with her being pretty selfless though she’s not completely open and willing to give which is really her worst trait. Sara is just bad with her emotions, the good ones and the bad ones. When she’s happy she’s over the top happy and love and does stupid stuff. When she’s angry she’s punch a wall angry. When she’s sad... well she hides sad but the point is she doesn’t deal with her emotions well and isn’t willing to let other people help her with them. Which, to me at least, is selfish since she’s hurting other people by not dealing with her own issues. She is trying but once one thing passes another will come along.
Moving Forward // Sara & Sienna
Sienna shrugged, it was a good point. “I’m not sure, are werewolves immortal? I’m a little over two centuries old, but I spent two hundred years of my life isolated from the world. I was constantly with the same people and in the same situations, so whilst in years my age is relatively old, in experiences I’m still quite young. Within my pod 200 is still practically a baby, my sire is thousands of years old.” She was thankful Sara brought this up, the distraction was welcome and effective. She felt a little calmer now.
Sienna looked around for windows to see what Sara was talking about, but couldn’t see anything. It hadn’t been snowing when she was out earlier, maybe predicting the weather was a wolf thing? She knew you could smell rain, maybe snow was the same? “The sea folk dorms are down this way.” She wasn’t sure if Sara had ever been to them before so she took the lead, navigating down the hallway and adjoining buildings with ease. Every now and then she’d freeze, hearing a noise that may or may not have been there, but they steadily made their way over to the dorms.
Sara shook her head. “No. We live and die just like humans-- maybe a bit longer than normal people, but nothing near 200 years.” At least none that she’d heard of. Most of her information about wolves came from her old pack and while she didn’t look back on them fondly they had no reason to lie to her. She shook her head some more, scoffing this time. “Christ. Two hundred years old and you’re the baby. How do you even keep track of a thousand years of history?” It didn’t dawn on Sara that mermaids might not care about human history.
Shifting her bag on her shoulder Sara followed behind Sienna. When the blonde stopped the first time her heart skipped a beat, wondering if Sienna knew something Sara didn’t. After a few moments Sara realized it was nothing. She couldn’t smell anyone or hear anything. She didn’t know much about mermaids but she was pretty sure wolves had better senses than them. Was there even much noise underwater? In pools everything sounded hollowed out. After that each time Sienna stopped Sara felt her heart drop farther down into her gut.
“Why do I smell the ocean?” Sara thought aloud. The father down the hall the stronger the smell got. It became clear it wasn’t really the smell of the ocean, just salt water. The ocean had seaweed and sand to contend with, this was just a pure salt smell.
Bark and Bite // Sara & Open
He smiled nicely at her comment. In his case, it was difficult to forget it. He remembered when Stella had appeared first, how the maid was frightened at her sight. He quickly bought her a leash and a harness even if he hated it, only to make sure people would not bother them. “Yeah, I don’t understand why they’re so scared. I mean, she’s not a real dog, but I’m sure if she was, she wouldn’t cause any trouble. I don’t think there’s any bad dog.”
Isaiah listened to the small dog’s rants. He did not understand much of her chatting, but the woman was clearly not pleased by what she was saying. Stella was sitting still, looking at the scene too, and just like him she clearly did not know what to think about all of this. The dog had her crazy times, but she was never acting like a brat. He truly hoped the woman was not really like her daemon. She did not seem to be like this, at first sight.
“Well hello, Sara. And this is Stella.” He looked at his daemon, who gave the brunette a quick glance before looking at the blond man. He was itching to ask her if she had been in town for a long time, and if she knew many other wolves, and also if she had a pack, but he decided that it was wiser to simply pretend he did not notice she was like him. After all, not everybody liked to talk about supernatural in front of other people. “This daemon thing is a little bit crazy, uh? I’ve been here for a few months only, but it seems like the town keeps getting weirder every day.” He chuckled, looking at the brunette before his gaze met the floor.
Sara nodded. “There’s a saying, there are no bad dogs just mistreated ones. Kinda cheesy but I like it.” Sara remembered seeing all the dogs in the pound, she might have cried if her pack friends weren’t there. One tear and she’d never hear the end of it. She did get a pittbull because she thought it would be tough, but it became very clear very quickly that Lemon preferred the couch the the junkyard. Which Sara had no problem with. She looked down at the pom. “Though I might have to reconsider with this one... even if she isn’t fully a dog.”
Sara Jr. yapped, jumping up onto Sara’s leg. Rolling her eyes she was glad to see Isaiah didn’t seem perplexed by anything the dog said. The less questions from strangers the better. She didn’t mind telling him she was from Chicago or that she lived above Mal Ojo... though maybe she should. He was a wolf after all, and while she’d never seen him before (right?) there was the faintest possibility he was part of some pack aligned with her old Chicago pack. Though that was very, very unlikely.
Sara avoided telling him her daemon’s embarrassing name. Her arms crossed over her chest. “I’ve been here for... Christ, six months now.” That was about right. Half a year she’d been dealing with the weekly supernatural drama. By this point it was like talking the dog for the walk and doing the dishes. “Plenty of weird stuff has happened. This one wins for the most annoying though.” The pixies were a close second. “Least they aren’t dangerous. Or don’t seem dangerous.” It was easy to imagine some The Birds scenario with the animals turing on everyone.
Bark and Bite // Sara & Open
Isaiah laughed at the woman’s question before looking at Stella, who was visibly waiting for his answer. “I just asked her politely. She knows I can’t set her free because of the people around, so she let me.” His daemon was not impressed. She was probably waiting for him to impress the girl, or something like that, but Isaiah was not exactly the bragging type, and it was the truth. He frowned lightly when the woman used a baby voice to talk to Stella, restraining himself from laughing at the dog’s lack of expression. “He didn’t really give me a choice, you know.” The dog replied plainly. Isaiah chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry, she’s just…She doesn’t really like being treated like a dog. It’s a little bit weird.” He explained, before looking at the small dog, who was now talking.
The little Pomeranian was complaining about how the girl did not like her, and strangely, he was not surprised to hear that. It sounded a little bit annoying, and overexcited. It was fluffy and cute, but its personality reminded him of a pretentious girl. He tried not to laugh when the woman replied to the dog, and when she admitted that it was actually hers, he was not surprised at all. “I guess I am. Stella’s very nice, right Stella?” He turned to his daemon, who was now sitting, looking at the small dog with disdain. “Please, stop talking to me like I’m a child or something.” She replied, whipping her tail. They both turned to the small dog, listening to it as she complained about the ‘horrible’ treatment the woman was giving her. “Oh, please. It’s not that bad. Stop whining, it’s not like she’s beating you, silly.” Stella looked at Isaiah, then shook her head.
“Yeah, I guess I’m very lucky…” Isaiah chuckled nervously, looking at the brunette before him. He was so busy focusing on the small dog that he had barely noticed the familiar scent of the girl. Another werewolf. Oh well, apparently they had more than dog daemons in common. “I’m Isaiah, by the way.”
“What-- oh” Sara quickly pulled her hands away from the dog. It was easy to forget that whatever these animals were they weren’t truly animals. Least it was easy to forget with the ones that didn’t speak a thousand words per minute. She looked up at the man. “I forget people are scared of pitbulls. Though everyone has their animals following them so I’m sure they wouldn’t be too worried. Especially if she talks as much as mine.”
Course the pop didn’t like her maser being so lax with leashes after giving her lip about it. But it seemed everyone was on her side and she didn’t liked to be ganged up on. The pup sat down with a huff. “Maybe not... but she doesn’t hurt dogs only other people.” Still on her knees Sara reached for the pup but the little dog managed to doge the hand coming towards her. “Physically! Physically she hurts people.” It was becoming clear Sara didn’t like emotions to be brought up (though the daemon already knew that). From the look on her face she didn’t like violent past to be brought up either.
Sara stood up, taking the man’s hand. “Sara. Nice to meet you.” She looked at the top of his head, gaging exactly how much taller he was than her. Sure, she was used to almost everyone being taller, but when he was walking around with a pitbull and she a tiny Pomeranian, she couldn’t help but wonder if size had anything to do with it. These creatures didn’t seem completely random after all.
Hello. Goodbye. // Self para
He’ll be eating dinner, she told herself as if the time difference between Chicago and Maine was that different. He’s gotta help Roo with homework, elementary school had probably started up again. He’s gotta get Jane to take a bath, she loved playing with other people’s hair but hated it when people touched her’s. He’s gonna hate me. Sara gripped her phone so tight she almost broke it.
His chin itched.
Mercutio’s nostrils twitched as the overwhelming urge to scratch his stubble started to send his gloved hand north – but it was a matter of self control as he resisted touching his face, just until he could rip these bloody gloves off. Exposure was certainly every paramedic’s nightmare, next to a traumatic cardiac arrest and it was still Mercutio’s nightmare even as he was donned in blue with a gun on his hip. The man scowled at the drunk’s lacerated arm, which he was currently exercising the most basic of his skills to stop bleeding. He’d already requested an ambulance at the scene, but this person just kept babbling, whipping their arm around as he tried with obvious difficulty to keep the Quikclot dressing on, and it seemed EMS was a little ways out.
“Okay, okay– listen, there isn’t an animal next to you. There’s nothing there, I promise. Even if there was, I wouldn’t let it hurt you, understand? Can you tell me how much you had to drink tonight?”
Sara didn’t know this guy but he needed to shut up. Fucking cops always talking down to people. “I didn’t drink shit--” she lied. “These guys just grabbed me and ran off,” another lie. “I’m fine.” That was pretty much true.
Turns out bar fights didn’t end once you left the bar, and some guys from the last place she got booted from decided they didn’t like her attitude (shocking). Though she’d only had some gin the other guys must have been smashed, because they’d already forgotten how she practically tossed a guy across the bar despite him being twice her size. That was easily the most stupid move of the night. She had no way to tell who in the bar was supernatural or just passing through. Sara was pretty sure not even some intense yoga routine would explain her strength.
Speaking of supernaturals, this guy clearly wasn’t one. Even over the coffee and car leather smell she could still tell he was human. Which made explaining how she was fine with such a large cut difficult.
She rolled her eyes. “She’s not gonna--” Sara looked down, expecting her pom daemon out of habit. The pup hadn’t been with her for long but when she barked and cursed as she did, you had to get used to her real fast. Except she wasn’t there. She hadn’t been with her since the afternoon. Probably lurking somewhere waiting for the right moment to jump in and prove a point. Though maybe not.
Moving Forward // Sara & Sienna
Sienna’s eyebrows shot up as Sara revealed her place in the approaching semester. She thought Sara was awesome, though a little rough around the edges at times, but now…. Sienna was going to have to associate her with the harbingers of boredom and stress. Sara’s suggestion was interesting, but Sienna wasn’t really interested in maths and honestly she might not have been able to handle the class. Her mathematical knowledge extended to counting and that was pretty much it.
“Wait! Otto’s a teacher too? Seriously? Nobody tells me anything,” she complained. “I might stop by your class from time to time, but maths… It’s not really a priority for me right now.”
She nodded and then waited quietly while Sara grabbed her stuff, her muscles tensed at every foreign sound be they in her mind or a product of the academy slowly coming back to life. She repeated Sara’s words in her head, it’s healthier this way. If I can just get through this it’ll get better. She held herself delicately, she felt so vulnerable and so frustrated with that feeling of weakness. If she could have just been able to use her powers properly she might have been had the ability to fight back that night. The knowledge that she could win against them might have been enough to obliterate the fear now.
“I didn’t even think of that,” she admitted with a self-depreciating half laugh. “Do you mind if we stick to hallways and gardens? Its silly, but I can’t bring myself to walk out in the open yet. My mind keeps telling me to seek cover.” She couldn’t even summon a smile, to cover her real emotion. A combination of shame and fear.
“I guess you wouldn’t know that.” She thought aloud. “What with him teaching vampire stuff.” It did seem like and odd detail for Otto to gloss over. Though Sara couldn’t get his professor imagine out of her head, from the way he spoke to his choice to of clothes. The guy gave her textbooks for Christmas. Which she was grateful for and had actually taken the time to read.
She shrugged, a little smirk appearing on her face. “Well if you ask me maths is always a priority. And I’m not just saying that cause I teach the class.” In truth she wasn’t some super passionate math nerd. She’d just been very good at calculations in high school and figured she might as well. Teaching was her real passion, largely because of the kids but she also liked the feeling of knowing more than someone else. It was sort of hypocritical, but she also liked seeing people get it. Her best reference was teaching her brother how to make dinner and adjust the ingredients depending on how many people would be eating.
Though Seinna nodded Sara could almost see her shaking. A pit formed in her stomach. Here she was telling this girl to just face not just a personal tragedy, but a town wide one. Then again what could she tell her? To give up? She wrapped her hand tighter around her purse strap. “Well... that’s the kind of wisdom you get when your old.” God if Otto could hear her now. “Though... you could be older than me couldn’t you?” Teaching people who could be hundreds of years old was another daunting thought.
Sara nodded. “That’s fine. It looks like it might start snowing anyway.” That was a lie-- there weren’t even any windows near them, but maybe it would make the blonde feel better about her fears. “Lead the way.” She jingled the keys in her hand.
If you were to lose one of your senses, which one could you deal with losing best?
Smell is the first one that comes to mind. After I got bit smells were so much more intense it gave me a headache. It’s better now but I’m still really sensitive to bad smells-- like coffee or trash. Though that is how I recognize supernaturals which is pretty useful so... smell probably, but I could handle losing touch. I think.
What did your daemon help you see about yourself while they were around?
I don’t know. I did open up a lot when she was around, so I guess she got what she wanted-- though I’m not gonna say she was right about me being some emotional wreck. Though if we are some sort of similar person then I’m a loud louder and needier than I thought I was.
