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with: gabriel pierce ( @gabrielxpierce ) where: driftwood diner
"back for more?" roman asked with a teasing smile, reaching out to take gabriel's finished plate. he liked that gabriel came when the diner was quiet, so they got a chance to chat.
"was everything to your liking? and can i get you anything else? dessert?" roman asked, hoping he would say yes. he wanted gabriel's opinion on his latest pie creation.
closed starter of - Gabriel @ofxrisenxphoenix
Victor Grayson took to the streets of New Orleans as dawn's early light washed over the aging cobblestones. His jog was rhythmic, a pace that any human athlete might envy but not question. The city was waking, a symphony of stirring life and culture that Victor moved through like a silent note in a grand overture.
As he reached the city's edge, the constraints of human expectations fell away, and he unleashed the full breadth of his vampiric speed. The world blurred, the bayou's welcoming embrace just a heartbeat away. He flirted with the boundaries of the crescent territory, the air rich with the scent of earth and wolf.
Returning to the city's thrumming heart several times, Victor's pace slowed as he approached a local coffee shop—a quaint little haven of normalcy. Inside, he exchanged pleasantries with the barista, a routine so mundanely human that it grounded him. With a steaming cup in hand, he stepped into the alleyway, a shortcut known only to those who called the shadows home.
There, in the solitude between brick walls, he drank deeply, allowing the heat of the coffee to seep into his bones. Then, with practiced stealth, he retrieved a small blood pack, his 'secret ingredient,' pouring it into the cup. The rich crimson mingled with the dark brew, an alchemy of sustenance for a creature of the night.
His moment of solitary indulgence was interrupted by a familiar presence. He stiffened, the instinct to conceal his true nature a sharp flicker in his mind. But as recognition dawned, a sigh escaped him, followed by a soft chuckle of relief. "You know," Victor said, turning to face the intruder, "in these times, even the simplest pleasures require… a little something extra for me." His smile was a wry one appearing more like a child that was faking innocence as he was caught with his hand literally in the cookie jar as dinner finished cooking.
WHO: Masha Vetrova & Gabriel ‘Casanova’ Devillers, @gabriel-devillers
WHERE: The Deadly Seven.
WHEN: July 3rd, 17:05.
Masha Vetrova pulled over right in front of the entrance to the Deadly Seven. Anyone watching would have marvelled at her grace, noticed the sight of the motorcycle seemingly driving itself. She slid off the bike and walked though the doors with the air of someone who owned the place -- which she did. Masha didn’t make a habit of visiting the club, left the business under Ryker’s eye. The dealings of the club were one of the aspects of her job (read life) she didn’t particularly enjoy, but business was business. And money was money.
Today though, as she weaved through the still-empty club, her mind wasn’t on the accounts. Her face was as neutral as ever but there was an impatience to her precise footsteps. Two days after an ‘incident’ and this is what she still had to deal with. As if her days weren’t busy enough. “Gabriel” (she refused to use his codename) she called out sharply as she approached the bar. She cut the music off with a glance at the speaker for good measure, brought the lights up to a level unusual for such a glamorous establishment. She wasn’t sure where he was, but her voice tended to be unmissable. “My festival,” she continued, addressing an empty room as she leant against the bar, “I didn’t see you there. Explain - 10 words or less.” Truth be told, she wasn’t sure if he’d be in attendance, but her all-seeing eyes hadn’t landed on him. Such things had seemed trivial after.. well. But her order of attendance, she thought, had been unambiguous. Things were getting dangerous in Rosnovy - a pawn out of place (even if it was Gabriel) was not only irksome, but potentially detrimental. She shrugged off her jacket, tap, tap, tapped her booted foot as she waited.
@gabrielashmore Location: Briar Brother's Brewery
Caleb wasn't a deeply social creature - he never had been. Grace was the one who kept a social calendar, who flourished with company. He had suffered enough injuries in life that all Caleb craved was quiet. To be left alone. But like any human being, Caleb had obligations to more than just himself. And, maybe, he had dreams, too. And sometimes dreams cost money - more money than Caleb had, certainly. And when those dreams cost money... There would always be Dr. Dick. No, not a porn persona. His father - Dr. Richard Ashmore. But to Caleb (and Gabe), there was a far more charming moniker for the man.
And that money would always have strings attached.
With two beers in hand (a second round), Caleb weaved his way back through the throngs of customers back to the high top where he and his brother sat, Caleb doing his level best to be remotely personable. It wasn't Gabriel's fault, really. Actually, it wasn't his fault, at all. Which is what made the inauthenticity of the purpose behind this meet up all the more reprehensible. But Caleb felt he had to do what he had to do, and it was a worthy sacrifice to make. As he slid the IPA over to Gabe, Caleb awkwardly cleared his throat, looking across to his younger brother. "So, Dr. Dick agreed to help Grace and I with the wedding." He paused to take a healthy swig of his beer then, as if it would steel her nerves for the topic at hand. "And, uh, I was thinking, since it's going to be a real thing now... If you would, uh..." Caleb gestured towards his brother. "Be my, you know. Best man."
Who: @gabrielxpierce and Rory
Where: Kismet Harbor Pier
When: July 2024
"Okay so do you like rollercoasters?" She asked, as she picked apart a piece of cotton candy she had bought for her and Gabriel to share. After having met Gabriel randomly, she felt a sort of kinship to him, and wanted to help him piece together his history. She'd love to use her journalism skills and her web sleuthing skills to help him find out some answers if he'd like. Along with that, she figured having a friend was always a good thing. "I for one, love them but I know not everyone does."
WHO: Rafael & @gabriel-novos
WHERE: Singles Night, Vibrations
WHEN: February 11, 2023
Did he feel wildly out of place at the town's biggest night club? Yes. Did he also find himself wildly enjoying the people watching? Also yes. And he had a feeling that he wasn't the only one. Clearing his throat, he took a drink of the whiskey in his hand before attempting conversation with the person next to him. "I like the outfit."
