Cowboys From Hell

Vincent Haydlen ___________________________________ 216 - Construction - Ice Demon"Heart as cold as ice. Eyes as deep as the ocean. Mind as vast as the tundra I walk on."

[colehickes-blog]

“They’re doin’ alright. They’ll be released soon since they’re both doing a lot better. I think Charlie and Samson are planning a barbecue at the park to celebrate their release.” He said, smiling gently before picking up his next shot glass. Slamming it back and then placing the glass upside down on the bar, he picked up his glass of stout and took a drink from it. “How’s life here treatin’ you? I know I’m doin’ alright. Sinclair’s pissed at me like always.”

[vincent-haydlen]

“That’s good. It’ll be nice to have them out and about again, and it’d probably do the others some good, too. Fun. Are just the Cirque members attending, or are others taggin’ along, too?” He’d asked as he raised an eyebrow, as a newly filled glass was placed before him. He’d allowed the tip of his index finger to glide along the rim for a moment, before quickly forcing the liquid to the back of his throat. “It’s treating me alright, considering the circumstances. Oh? What have you done this time?”

[colehickes-blog]

Hearing a soft laugh after taking in the added body in the chair, Cole finally looked over and saw it was Vincent. “Well shit, look who it is.” He said, laughing softly and turning a bit in his seat to face the Demon. “It’s been awhile. You go see Sinclair and Adah at all?” The vampire asked, wanting to make sure that all of the Cirque members had gone to see the two who were in the hospital. He hadn’t heard much of Vincent, not since they all found places in Castor to live their lives.

[vincent-haydlen]

An eyebrow rose as he heard the voice. Even without looking, it held a familiarity. He’d turned to look, only to offer a smug grin, in wake of the face. “Long time no see, buddy,” he started, leaning against the surface of the bar. “I went over to check up on them, whenever I had lunch breaks. Not so much as of late, though. How’re they doing?” He’d asked. With all jokes aside when it came to the two, the Demon was genuinely concerned. He’d even half considered shifting closer, to install some privacy to their conversation. Though he’d decided against it, and instead motioned for yet another drink.

[colehickes-blog]

@vincent-haydlen

Slamming back a shot and sighing heavily afterwards, Cole sat in the Snake Pit and looked over the many bottles on the wall. As he ignored pretty much everyone around him, he was given another shot and slammed that back as well. He didn’t use his abilities, just focusing on getting a bit drunk before walking home.

[vincent-haydlen]

Everyone needed a little action once in a while. Vincent wasn’t entirely on the prowl, but slamming back a few drinks to get you in the mood was definitely a start. He’d idly wandered within the Snake Pit, and taken a seat relatively close to the other Cirque Member. He’d neglected to look over Cole, and instead motioned to one of the bartenders, ordering his usual. The glass of whiskey was placed before him, before he started to gulp the hard liquor. Before he knew it, he’d slammed the glass back down, and started to gently laugh.

[flawlessgentlemen]

Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, struggles, all these things that make us fall for someone, love someone even more, leave someone.

[loganlemans]

[phoenixoftheocean-blog]

Seeing a familiar Cirque member, Freja remained at ease in his company. She looked back to the shell, nodding a few times as she cleaned some sand from it. “I have heard the same thing. Do you think it’s true?” she asked curiously, starting to move the shell closer to her ear before noticing a small claw starting to peek out from the shell’s opening. “Oh!,” she said, pulling it away with a soft laugh while showing the claw hanging out of it. “I think that it would not work for this one.”

[vincent-haydlen]

His eyebrow raised raised, for a moment his mouth opening as if to respond, before closing it once more to indicate the opposite. A shrug came next, and only then did he respond. “I think you would hear something that sounds similar to the sea,” he had his disbelief when it came to her lifting the hell to listen. The sight of the claw caused his eyes to widen and a smile to creep upon his lips, a sudden and brief sound of laughter escaping. “Unless you want to render the little guy homeless, it might be best to look for another.”

[phoenixoftheocean-blog]

“Look, I found a conch shell. All together and not in pieces,” she said, carrying it gently while blowing the sand from it.

[vincent-haydlen]

Vincent cocked an eyebrow as he looked down upon the shell, for a moment tilting his head. “Have you put it to your ear yet? Folk myth says you can hear something that sounds like the ocean, but I haven’t tested out the theory for myself.”

[eliana-gonzalez-blog]

Eliana’s hands continued to move over the mannequin though there was no real ‘work’ being done. It was just something to work as a distraction as the wolf moved to stand behind it and let it be one more thing between her and the demon. Even with all that had happened to bring the few remaining members of the Cirque together she seemed to hold some uncertainty and anxiety towards him, with good reason.It was a constant reminder of the deal she had made, one that had so poorly backfired in her face when Finley found out. “If you have a picture, I can.” She had taken his suggestion seriously and it took a moment before reality set in. “I don’t have anyone’s measurements, I left those behind, so I would need—Oh.” She swallowed thickly and idly pressed a pin further through the fabric draped over the mannequin. “What did you need, then?”

[vincent-haydlen]

There was a certain curiosity that came with watching the wolf work, having rarely taken the time to indulge himself in the affairs of other people. Vincent seemed to get along with more people than he’d care to admit, though there was always one who looked to shudder with the sight of the Demon. Of course he couldn’t question why, though it was still somewhat questioning at the best of times. His arms crossed over his chest as he thought, and instead took to grinning as she clung onto the idea of creating such a costume. With her realization, he shook his head and took a step closer. “I wouldn’t have you create something so ridiculous, yet.” The man paused as he looked around, a lazy shrug coming with her question. “I didn’t need anything, I thought I’d come along and see how you and Adah were doing. I can see she’s not around here, though. People are handling the move differently, some better than others, and I felt it only right to check up on you, since I haven’t been much of a pleasant person in the past.”

[eliana-gonzalez-blog]

While she normally worked back home or away from the main floor of the shop her and Adah ran, Eli busied herself with working off of a mannequin. She played music softly and every so often moved to the beat, otherwise she remained attentive to her task. Her focus was broken when sensitive ears caught the sound of something behind her and she looked up slowly with a smile. “Necesitas algo? Yo soy–”  She stopped and quickly corrected herself. “Did you need something?”

[vincent-haydlen]

If anything, Vincent had been keeping to himself as of late, and so interaction with anyone who now resided within Castor came rarely. Today, though, he was feeling fairly sociable. Fortunately, he came across a fairly recognizable building, containing a familiar face, thus he jumped at the opportunity to talk. Upon arrival, he hadn’t initially made himself known, though held no surprise when the wolf had picked up on him. “Unless you can make a costume that resembles Jynx from Pokemon, I think I’m good for the time being.”

[only-one-black-cigarette]

[the-snake-queen]

“Sugar’s not like any girl that’s ever bitten you, honey,” she said with a soft smirk. She looked over to him, recognizing Vincent and remembering the help he had offered when Stefan had been kidnapped. For that, she would be friendly with him and really keep him from her snakes. “Sugar’s a Yellow-faced Whip snake. Their bite won’t kill you, but you’ll wish you were dead all the same. And I know you can’t really die, but that vessel of your’s can still feel a lot of pain,” she said as another warning. She knew Sugar didn’t look harmful in the least and that was part of the danger. 

[vincent-haydlen]

“The harder, the better,” there was a hint of humor lathered in his voice as the makings of a grin formed to strengthen the joke. Admittedly, he hadn’t anticipated the small creature to be as dangerous as the charmer had said, thus he took a step back. “Well, I’m sure Sugar knows she’s a catch, regardless. A girl who fights back’s a keeper.” Crystal blue eyes fled the seated woman to fall upon the snake once more, almost admiring her subtle beauty with a curious watch. “Has she bitten anyone before now?”

[sophie-elise-brown-blog]

Clearly, you didn’t acknowledge yet there are various types of sarcasm. It’s not the first time you are doing this job, Vincent, and usually other people around help you. If this time wasn’t the case, then why didn’t you request any help? Of course it’s difficult to work in this heat but you don’t have to be this…demon. Wait, what am I talking about? I never get to an agreement with you. I know it happens all the fucking time, what I was emphasizing is that the hardest part was over, as in setting up the tens and so on. You need to make sure everything is in good condition from now on…but…you know what, this is your job… We all have our things to do! 

[vincent-haydlen]

Yes, you’re right, and there’s also a way to deliver said sarcasm, otherwise it isn’t sarcasm. Try carrying half a tent underneath a blistering sun and tell me it’s easy, especially during a time of stress. Don’t tell me what I can and cannot handle. Yes, let me request help from people who already have fuckin’ jobs, aren’t you a smart cookie. You’re telling a demon not to be a demon, well-fuckin’-done. And you can just sit in your conditioned tent doin’ fuck all until someone happens to hurt themselves, which in itself is pretty rare. Otherwise you’re just filling out papers and looking over files. Yeah, I see how your job can be compared to actual manual labor.

[spoiledfeliks-deactivated201601]

Feliks waved off the bad vibes Vincent was giving him. Running his fingers through his slightly damp hair, he didn’t feel the urge to snap back. “Hey, I was merely making an offer. No need to snap. You just sounded like you needed to find something to blow some steam off. You’ve already done tons of work. Why not take some time to enjoy Bora Bora? If the heat bothers you so much I could get you a beer, Hot-head.”

Originally posted by shilohfernandezdaily

[vincent-haydlen]

“What I need is something you can’t offer.” The words were plain and simple, met with a blank stare to which he realized he didn’t know the other. “And why on Earth would I get a beer with someone I don’t know?” A raise of the eyebrow came next, his head tilted forward as his crystal blue eyes skimmed over the other.

[sophie-elise-brown-blog]

You know it was sarcasm, right? This is heat is definitely not good for you! Don’t be so tragic about it - you are doing a great job, actually doing it with so little help is admirable. Would you prefer to just sit around all day long, not doing anything? No offense now, if you are upset with your colleagues go rough on them, not on me!  Plus…Didn’t you finish already? I mean to me it seems pretty finished since the shows are already taking place….and yes, after all these years I kinda know we are staying two weeks in a spot but I also remember that set ups are necessarily in the second week only if something happens during the first..wasn’t this the rule?

[vincent-haydlen]

Clearly you don’t know how to express sarcasm. I’m aware. Actually, yes, that’d be great. I have no colleagues, I think you need to take to listening to me. I think you need to learn the word ‘maintenance’, it’s a life-changer. Again, maintenance happens all the fuckin’ time, it doesn’t just stop. The ropes don’t just stay tied forever, the tents don’t stay up without you making sure they do. It’s common sense. For a doctor, you seem to lack it.

[acadia-jacques-blog]

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[vincent-haydlen]

“Oh, damn, I should keep my distance. I have to treasure these guys.” For as long as he could manage, he kept a straight face to emphasize his words. The act was dropped as one corner of his lips raised further than the other. Usually a party would have intrigued him far more than the crowded streets of drunkards and ravers, but something drew him away from the people he knew to the people he’d consider disgusting. Running into Acadia was entirely unexpected, and something urged for him to pull away, yet he stayed. For whatever reason, he wasn’t sure. “Unintentionally shitty is always the most shitty. You won’t overcome it if you keep staying away from parties or dances. Even when making drunk friends and watching them run away after bumping into you seems more fun.” The nudge was met with a brief bout of laughter, and he took to return it. “I have a resolution, but it’s not petty. My resolution is to become America’s Next Top Model, and I’m pretty sure if I practice my catwalk, I’ll win.”

[sophie-elise-brown-blog]

Calculus is difficult to everyone, Vincent, let’s not mix that with real life! Just calm down, really, it’s not worth it. Look at the bright side of the things, the hardest part is over : everything is done now, the tents are in perfect condition and the first two shows are already done. The heat is killing myself also but…at least you won’t have to stay in this heat next week again. Maybe some adjustments here and there but that would be it.

[vincent-haydlen]

I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me what I can and cannot apply to reality. And yet I still need to maintain everything, and make sure nothing falls apart. This is what fuckin’ happens when all the Tent Constructors up and vanish. Oh? You don’t think? We have to finish this week, and then we’re still here next week. Two weeks at a time. Surprise, surprise.

[spoiledfeliks-deactivated201601]

“Whoa, I heard tempers and heat waves didn’t go well together but damn. Maybe you need a break.” Feliks chuckled and stepped around the debri. He crossed his arms as he looked at the crossroads demon. He would normally on his way to practice but he didn’t feel like practicing today. He felt great after he wandering Bora Bora and finding some of the locals to provide some delicious lust for him. This was perhaps the perfect excuse to relax.

Originally posted by shilohfernandezdaily

[vincent-haydlen]

“You think? Here I thought I was just throwing my things on the floor for the sake of picking them back up again straight afterwards. Why didn’t I think of taking a break?” Usually, his laid-back and playful demeanor would prevent any sort of hostility, but the constant work he’d been forcing himself through, as well as the blistering heat, dictated he’d had enough.