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Texting|| Kai & Matt

Kai: Matty?

Kai: You workin or free?

Kai: Nevermind. Don't wanna bother you.

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Brand New || Andrew & Liam

A week ago Andrew was brought to the institute, a place he didn’t know existed in a city which he’d become familiar with over the last ten years of being a part of the real estate game. Not that he thought much of that initially because when he was found, by whomever brought him in, he was holding the dead body of a man whom he drained of his life completely. Andrew had been a vampire for a solid twenty-four hours by this point and he didn’t know what was happening to him. There was such disgust and remorse and that constant need to feed and, unfortunately, this jogger became his first victim after fighting and struggling since the night before to ignore the compulsion.

Andrew was kept in a room and monitored by people who referred to themselves as the counsel. They explained what was happening and what his new life would entail. This didn’t go over well and the usually calm man reacted in such a way he was made to be kept in the room until he got himself, and cravings, under control. It wasn’t until a week gone buy when Andrew felt he could manage to do anything other than try to destroy his surroundings and the meals they provided were enough to keep him satiated for a couple days. He still wanted to feel a heartbeat against his lips while he feed, but if he kept himself full the need wasn’t as strong.

The thing was he was hungry all the time.

Finally, however, he was allowed to explore the tower but would have someone keeping track of his whereabouts as he was still seen as a danger. Andrew, who changed into his jeans and shirt, which someone brought from his house, poked his head out of the room that’d been his “coffin” for the last week, and he saw someone almost immediatly. “Hey,” he said, voice continued to sound weird in his ears but he knew that would take time to adjust. “I-I’m new here,” how the hell was he supposed to talk to people? It wasn’t as it he moved into an apartment building or started a new school. “Do you happen to have a phone I can use? I need to call my family.”

He had grown used to the comings and goings for the tower inhabitants. Some lived there, some only worked there and still others just simply passed through on their way to somewhere else. Some stayed for a few days, some a few hours. He didn’t much pay attention anymore unless the person was lost or looked to be in the mood to make trouble. It was the former that stopped him from advancing while he was rounding a corridor in the community. A young vampire, considerably taller than him stood in the hall, a look of concern on his face.

Liam paused when he stated that he was new, lips pursing in contemplation before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “How new?” He asked sliding his thumb over the glass screen and unlocking it before calling up the keypad. Something told him new wasn’t just meant in terms of his stay in the community. Liam, as a wolf, had no real way to tell how knew this vampire was, but as a detective, he could see the newness on him. It was about the way he carried himself. The lack of sureness that went with his speech and small movements.

“Here,” he said giving him the phone. If it was one think Liam understood above everything, it was the need to reach out to family. Long gone were his biological family. His wife and daughter, taken in the attack that left him what he was, but his adoptive family was his lifeline. He would gladly help this guy out.

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Brand New || Andrew & Liliana

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A week ago Andrew was brought to the institute, a place he didn’t know existed in a city which he’d become familiar with over the last ten years of being a part of the real estate game. Not that he thought much of that initially because when he was found, by whomever brought him in, he was holding the dead body of a man whom he drained of his life completely. Andrew had been a vampire for a solid twenty-four hours by this point and he didn’t know what was happening to him. There was such disgust and remorse and that constant need to feed and, unfortunately, this jogger became his first victim after fighting and struggling since the night before to ignore the compulsion.

Andrew was kept in a room and monitored by people who referred to themselves as the counsel. They explained what was happening and what his new life would entail. This didn’t go over well and the usually calm man reacted in such a way he was made to be kept in the room until he got himself, and cravings, under control. It wasn’t until a week gone buy when Andrew felt he could manage to do anything other than try to destroy his surroundings and the meals they provided were enough to keep him satiated for a couple days. He still wanted to feel a heartbeat against his lips while he feed, but if he kept himself full the need wasn’t as strong.

The thing was he was hungry all the time.

Finally, however, he was allowed to explore the tower but would have someone keeping track of his whereabouts as he was still seen as a danger. Andrew, who changed into his jeans and shirt, which someone brought from his house, poked his head out of the room that’d been his “coffin” for the last week, and he saw someone almost immediatly. “Hey,” he said, voice continued to sound weird in his ears but he knew that would take time to adjust. “I-I’m new here,” how the hell was he supposed to talk to people? It wasn’t as it he moved into an apartment building or started a new school. “Do you happen to have a phone I can use? I need to call my family.”

Boredom didn’t suit Liliana very well. And there were only so many people stupid enough not to pay her back, so a lot of her time was spent coning people into a bet or getting into trouble. And well- the council wasn’t too fond of her causing trouble. So every once in a while, she’d volunteer her services just to keep up appearances. That she was like everyone else and wanted the community to prosper.

The most recent of these little services was keeping an eye on a newbie. Which, boring, if she did say so herself. She couldn’t count the number of newbies, wolf or vampire, she had dealt with in her time walking the earth. She knew all the tricks. And they were hardly surprising any more. Had they differed from the typical newb, she might have found some enjoyment in the task, but they never did.

Slipping into the hall, relieving the first shift, she leaned against the wall. The stone cool against the thin fabric of her shirt. Puffing out a breath, Liliana’s eyes drifted away from the door. The hall was typically deserted. And not because it was forbidden or anything. It was just highly frowned upon. The community didn’t need to be around someone so new to their world. The creak of the door had her eyes snapping to her charge. Eyes swept him up and down, not so much in appreciation but in sizing him up.

The request was a usual one. At least when they had family left. But it was a request frowned upon by the council. Once that old life ends- it’s best to just move on. “Pretty sure that’s something you shouldn’t be doing. You’re not allowed to go anywhere without a babysitter. You think you’re ready to reconnect with a life that isn’t yours anymore?” she asked, her voice detached. She’d never had to go through something like this before.

“How about a little game? A bet of sorts.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of the game. “We go around the tower and you can try and prove that you’re ready and I’ll hand my phone over willingly. But if you can’t, well- you’ll just have to wait until the Council decides you’re ready.” Picking herself up off the wall, she moved towards him gracefully. If she was stuck babysitting, she was at least going to have some sort of fun. And she doubted she could get him to give up anything else. Liliana squared her shoulders, standing up to her full height of 5'7".

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Parched || Matt & Addison

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Matt couldn’t remember the last time he felt so thirsty. It was the type of thirst which made him want to turn on the firehose so see if it could quench his thirst, but the pressure from that would make him feel as if his face was blown off his skull. Matt went inside, abandoning the bike project for the time being, so he could step inside and grab a bottle of water from his fridge. It wasn’t cold, as he bought them earlier that afternoon, but it’d do.

He walked back to the garage, stepping around the boxes which have yet to be unpacked from his recent move. He managed to get a nice townhouse which was a step up from the small apartment he lived in up until a week ago. Matt sat on the overturned crate and drunk heartily from the large bottle, feeling some of it run down to his chin and drip on his shirt and jeans. If someone were to happen upon him they’d think he was dying of thirst.

Addison didn’t spend a lot of time in the home she had finally bought with her inheritance. It was where she slept and showered, if she didn’t just crash at the hospital that is. And when she wasn’t working or at home, she was with her grandmother at the home she had been forced to put her in. It was the best for everyone that her Granny had constant care, and Addison couldn’t put her career on hold for that. 

The neighborhood was a decent one, not too shabby, and any small change was noticed by the other residence. So the boxes in the garage of the house that had just been bought across the street gave her cause to investigate. With a pie, store bought and put in a dish, she walked the short way from her house to the other. Cocking her head, she stood just outside the garage, eyes lingering on the mess. “Keep that up and it’s going to look like you peed yourself,” she said, her nose scrunching up a bit. Men could be so messy.

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A leap || Sabrina & Philip

Life in The Tower wasn’t exactly what Sabrina needed when it came to exploring the world. There were people who’d been everywhere with rich stories to tell and fun items to show off. These excited the young witch greatly but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted adventure. To actually accumulate her own stories to wow someone with instead of the boring ones which revolved around her working at a hotel as a front desk clerk.  

Even the humans who came in had better things going on than her.

After work Sabrina walked away from the hotel and hugged her body, her usual stance to keep people from bothering her. Maybe that was her first problem? She went about her life wishing for people to let her be but that might be what closed her off from seeing opportunities. From risking a bump in with someone who may be the key holder to some great adventure, even if it only kept her in Chicago.

Maybe, just maybe, not being scared of the world she so desperately wanted to see, would help pull her out of that shell she’d created and help her flourish as the witch her mother always encouraged her to be.

This was a lot to think during a short span of time but as she waited for the bus, along with the humans who were ready to get on with whatever they had planned next, Sabrina straightened up and held her head up high. She looked around the group and centered in on someone who had a different aura than the rest.

Taking that first step. Then the next. Then one more she went in the direction of the being who she knew didn’t exactly blend in with the rest of the city they were in; the part these mundane people were able to see that is. As she followed she managed to catch up to them because they stopped to wait for a light.

“Having a busy day?” she thought to ask as soon as she caught up to them, using the receptionist talk to picked up to get conversation going. She didn’t know where to go from here. Or if it’d even lead anywhere. But it was worth a shot.

He smelled like booze, smoke, and fried food, but he couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. He was worn out from his shift at the grill. His feet hurt and his eyes burned from the smoke of the grill itself and the wafting of cigarettes around the outside patio. It was banned inside but outside people smoked like chimneys. He hated it. 

Standing in line at the bus stop was another thing he wasn’t a big fan of. He liked the city, but wandering around on the city bus was not his idea of entertainment. He struggled at times with his magic. If someone got too close to him and he didn’t have control on it, their emotions became his and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the pissy lady a few people down or the excitable child that stood next to her. He could see their emotions on their face. He didn’t want them. He wanted to be left alone. 

He stepped away from the crowd, decided he’d walk back to the tower but was accosted not too far from a crosswalk. He glanced over at the young woman who had decided to strike up a conversation and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Just long,” he admitted. Looking forward to dragging my ass into bed.” It was only early evening but it didn’t change that he was exhausted. Working with the public as an empath was stressful and tiring. He wanted to let his magic out and be free. “How about yourself?” he asked stepping off the curb as the little walk symbol lit up. 

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To the Rescue || Matt & Kai

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It had been pure impulse for Kai to text Matt. That day he had originally started out at a bar embarrassingly early, about one o’clock that afternoon. And it had all gone down hill after that. After a couple hours, he’d been cut off, kicked out, and stumbled on to another one. Eventually, it seemed that all the bars around the city had gotten his picture and banned him from even entering their fine establishment. Things had even gotten a little fuzzy after a while, but eventually the numbing effect of being drunk started to wear off. And so he walked into a store and bought a bottle and continued his pursuit of forgetting about the body he had been called to see.

Honestly, if he had been in his right mind, Kai probably would have shown up at Matt’s before getting wasted. But sending him a drunk text when he didn’t even know exactly where he was. Not his proudest moment, if he were to say himself. Alas, Matt was coming to the rescue, again, and Kai couldn’t really find it in himself to mind too much. Stumbling back into a wall, he tucked the phone back into his pocket and pulled the bottle to his chest. The thought of just finishing off the bottle playing through his head, but deciding against it. 

The blinding lights of headlights flashed over him, and a puzzled look washed over Kai’s face as he moved forward hoping that was his Knight in Shinning Armor and not some creep. Cause his last text had thankfully been a joke and he would not be climbing into some stranger’s car. “Matt?” he called, the alcohol making his tongue feel heavy in his mouth. “That you?”

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Parched || Matt & Rayne

Matt couldn’t remember the last time he felt so thirsty. It was the type of thirst which made him want to turn on the firehose so see if it could quench his thirst, but the pressure from that would make him feel as if his face was blown off his skull. Matt went inside, abandoning the bike project for the time being, so he could step inside and grab a bottle of water from his fridge. It wasn’t cold, as he bought them earlier that afternoon, but it’d do.

He walked back to the garage, stepping around the boxes which have yet to be unpacked from his recent move. He managed to get a nice townhouse which was a step up from the small apartment he lived in up until a week ago. Matt sat on the overturned crate and drunk heartily from the large bottle, feeling some of it run down to his chin and drip on his shirt and jeans. If someone were to happen upon him they’d think he was dying of thirst.

Rayne stepped out of the sleek marron Camero, her daggered heels crunching gravel as she stood to her full height with the overly tall six-inch heels. She flicked a pair of sunglasses over her sapphire eyes and looked up at the house in front of her. The driveway was deserted and there was no heartbeat coming from inside. “Fanfuckingtastic,” she mumbled as she looked around. The person in the house owed a debt but something told her she wasn’t going to be getting it. 

She caught movement from her peripheral and turned, hoping that it was the man that owed her about twenty=five grand. It wasn’t him and her annoyance increased. It was not helped along by the sight of the man across the street slopping liquid all over his front. Humans were so... What a pain in this ass this was becoming. She was going to have to get an enforcer at some point, she was tired of this wet work. 

“Excuse me,” she said walking across the street to ask the human a question. Her blonde ponytail swished as she walked and the tone of her voice leveled out so that she didn’t sound like too much of a bitch. “Do you know the man that lives here? I’ve been trying to get ahold of him for awhile now and I’m afraid he might have decided to leave instead. 

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