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@swrdandswan

Sienna had finished her current bids and had a drink in her hand as she stood at one of the tables keeping her eyes on the baskets she’d bided on. Noticing the familiar face near her and Sienna turned her head. “Been a while since I’ve seen you on stage.” Giving the other woman a smile, the last time she’d seen Evie on stage was when she’d been a ballerina. “Your reminding me how much I need to go back to the ballet. It’s been literally ages.” She remarked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “So what are you starring in now? Please tell me that the theater basket is yours!”

#( ft. evie bordelies. )#( — interactions. )#( — closed starter. )#( — event. )

sonderpoison

ALEX CRANE Star, 3x18 “When the Levee Breaks”

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HECTOR DOMINGUEZ.

Open starter @darkesthourstarters Location: Carriage & Bike Rides

“I’m…uh, well, to tell you the truth, I’m actually really fuckin’ scared of horses, dude. They’re always bigger than you think they’re gonna be. And that one over there keeps givin’ me death glares.” Hector was keeping his distance, lip furling up at the animal in question, which, in truth, seemed more interested in its handler than anything else. He bristled. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t trying to knock all this. I really wanna…try to fit in and shit and be part of the party and…but, come on, who’s idea was letting the horses in the big magic bubble? You know how many people here have, like, super smell? I have super smell. You’re gonna drop a horse in the middle of all the people with super smell?”

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Sienna stood next to Hector listening to him go on about his fear of horses and she raised an eyebrow at him. “I see. Well Central Park has them normally so I’m going to say it’s their idea, I just borrowed them for this event. Plus it’s not like the smell is contained only into her.” She pointed out and put a hand on her hip. “Plus, you realize while it may be big, it can’t actually kill you. I mean you’re already dead hun.” She reminded him. “The worst it can do is injure you a bit, that’ll heal in like a second.” Snapping her fingers just to show how quick she meant. “You’re the big bad vampire here, not them. Okay?”

#( ft. hector dominguez. )#( — interactions. )#( — event. )

RAUL VARGAS

where: the fountain who: open @darkesthourstarters

Raul had never considered himself a believer in luck or fate. There were too many ways for plans to go awry when left to simple chance, and yet, as he stood in front of the fountain, quarter clutched in one fisted hand, he couldn’t help but think that this was just that – asking the universe for some sort of small morsel of luck. Tradition, he thought to himself as his hand came up, quarter flying over one shoulder. “So, is this supposed to be a one-size fits all ask and you receive kind of thing or does the person in charge know when someone doesn’t believe?”

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Sienna had made her way around the event making sure that every aspect of it was perfect, especially since Alice had rudely interrupted her last few great events. As she made her way towards the fountain she heard Raul speaking and appeared in front of him with a smile. “I mean I’m kind of the person in charge so.... I’m going to go with the later. Let’s hope you believed. Otherwise might want to fish your quarter out of there and try again.” Gesturing to the fountain full of quarters with a chuckle. “I mean that is if you can find it. I’m sure it only looks like 50 others in there. So did you believe or are you about to hop in that fountain?”

#( ft. raul vargas. )#( — interactions. )#( — event. )

MEENA RAJA MONTOYA.

@darkesthourstarters

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“No, no, no. My character didn’t have amnesia. She went into a coma after the crash and underwent extreme plastic surgery which caused her to wake up with a nearly identical face to that of her younger sister’s and I really don’t know what happens after that. I stopped watching after I was so abruptly written off,” Meena explained with a huff as she held her hand up over her face in embarrassment as if shield her gaze from that of the Café’s TV that was currently playing reruns of the old soap she used to be on. “Now, can we maybe get out of here or at least change the subject to something a little less embarrassing?”

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Sienna had to admit it had been ages since she’d watched soaps, but as the woman across from her ranted about her character who had clearly went through tons of classic soap tropes, she sat quietly. Taking it all in while the waitress at the cafe clearly antagonized the woman more. Finally getting up from her seat before putting a hand on the waitresses shoulder. “Please be a dear and go do literally anything other than this.” She informed her with a smile, before shooing her away.

Walking behind the counter and she grabbed the TV remote before flipping it to whatever talk show host was on at the time. “Better? Or would you prefer it off?” Sienna asked as she walked back over to Meena with the remote in hand. “Personally I like to avoid as much embarrassment as possible.” Considering her embarrassment regarding Valentine’s Day & her birthday, she’d been working over time to make sure that everything with the spring baskets went off perfectly. “Also if you want I can go compel her to forget you ever existed or were here today.” Offering with a shrug before she took the seat across from the other woman.

#( ft. meena raja montoya. )#( — interactions. )

IVY GRAVES.

Location: Serenity Salon

Ivy had been sweeping the floors when she heard the door chime “Welcome to the Salon, give me just a moment.” She bent down to sweep hair into a dustpan and dump it. “What can I do for you today? Cut, color or illegal tattoo?”

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Sienna walked into the salon with her iPad and the disk containing everything for their staff party and the upcoming hair show that she was also planning. “Okay.” Nodding as she stood at the counter waiting for the woman to acknowledge her once more. “I’m sorry what?” Sienna raised an eyebrow at the woman in front of her. “I’m here to meet with the owner. Although your little offer sounds a little concerning considering this is a hair salon and not a tattoo shop.” Walking around the counter before she leaned against it. “Plus how do you know that I’m not a health inspector and you just outed your little side hustle?”

#( ft. ivy graves. )#( — interactions. )

DEVIN SPENCER.

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“I’m pretty sure you already know the answer to that question, but if you must know, the first one. Definitely the first one. Boxes remind me of fedex or Christmas. And that is a good plan. Need any help? And oh no you don’t! If we go after Alice, we are tag teaming it and I at least get to stab her and set her on fire. It’s only fair,” Devin pointed out. Her words sounded playful despite her in the least bit joking. “Not sure if I can get the whole clan on board, but I’ll definitely be there and I can threaten them if I need to. They’re still resisting me on having a vamp picnic, but who knows. This could be the way we trick them into it?”

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“Even if I do it never hurts to hear it confirmed aloud.” Sienna remarked dryly, after all she had asked the question expecting an answer. “Okay good thank you. No boxes then.” Walking over to the box before picking it up and discarding it to her assistant who had been sitting on the couch. “Nah, I think I’ve got it honestly. Just trying to secure a few more things than it will be perfect.” She informed Devin before picking up her iPad. Flipping through till she got to her notes for the event and she turned them around too Devin. “See I got this all worked out.” Showing her all the details as she slowly moved her finger up the screen to show the work she’d put into the event. “Fine. I guess you can stab her too, but fire? Didn’t we leave that back in the 1800′s?” She joked playfully. “Yes, please threaten or I will. Hey they can knock out a two for one at this event.” She remarked before tossing the iPad onto the couch. “So speaking of vampires and fires. Have you seen Theo running around again?”

#( ft. devin spencer. )#( — interactions. )

@notjacobblack

Location: Moonlight Grill

Sienna wasn’t exactly sure why her client had requested here of all places, but she’d made the drive from Manhattan to The Bronx thanks to her driver. As she stepped out of the car in her overly expensive shoes, she put her phone into her purse. Opening the door as she walked into the Grill and she took a seat at the bar. Immediately working on her set up for when her client joined her they could get straight down to business and she could get back to Manhattan.

“Give me whatever salad you can fix up and a very dry martini.” She remarked to the waiter who came over and she didn’t bother to look up as she dug in her purse for her wallet. Throwing a hundred on the bar top with her ID in tow, she looked up to be greeted with a familiar face. The horror that washed over her face was obvious, she’d heard how much he looked like his ancestor, it had been half the reason she avoided him. While she had seen the death of his ancestor she couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of karma fucking with her for bringing her here of all places, especially when he was working. “Umm...” Not sure of what more to say as she blinked. “Actually let’s make that a whiskey double.”

#( ft. jacob huang. )#( — interactions. )

@swearonstars (Devin Spencer)

At Sienna’s office

“Which is cuter baskets or boxes?” Sienna asked as she gestured first to the example baskets she had off to the left, then to the right where there was boxes she’d decorated. “I’m trying to plan an event that won’t end up with someone dying, me almost eating them, or you know tragedy in general.” She remarked with an eye roll. “This time hopefully it’ll go better, or you know I’ll just murder Alice myself.” She remarked with a tight smile. “Also I expect you and the clan to all participate and show up for this, just as an fyi.”

#( ft. devin spencer. )#( — interactions. )#( — closed starter. )

@kiya-suwan

At Clan Headquarters

Sienna continued to work at her iPad while sipping on a blood bag, she stayed firmly placed at the nice table and comfy chair in headquarters. While she half expected to be treated like she was in exile, nobody seemed to mind her presence in the least, in fact for the most part she’d been ignored. Which she wasn’t sure if that was for the worse or for the better. As her blood bag went dry she snapped her fingers to signal for another from the staff, didn’t bother to look up.

Instead she just held out the bag, waiting for it to be replaced, but when it wasn’t she looked over at the person who appeared next to her. Half ready to yell, but it was Kiya. “Oh.” She remarked in surprise. “Thought you were one of the waiters.” She chuckled. “Want to take a seat? I can put away this iPad and give you a moment or two of my time.” She teased.