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Niall shook his head as he entered the room. When he realized she had been brought in, he told the other nurses that he’d handle it. It was already pretty late and he was happy to see a familiar face. Even if it wasn’t for a good reason. 

“Ight, I don’ believe you for a second, Evelyn.” He said with a small smile. He held out his hand and motioned her to hand over her hands, to be placed in his own. “Well, just let me check and I’ll be the judge of that.” He told her with a smile still plastered on his face. 

“You really shouldn’ go picking fights, I mean… I don’t want you to be a regular here.” He continued as he glanced to examine her. She looked fine but Niall wanted to be sure, so he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth before saying to her. “We’re gonna get some x-rays on ya, then I’ll let ya leave, alright?” He offered. “It’s pretty slow tonight so it shouldn’t be more than an hour.” NIall said with a small shrug. “You want a coffee, I can snag us the good stuff from the doctor’s lounge if you want?” 

evelyn knew what the people in this town thought of her, it wasn’t like she tried to change her reputation. she was a loudmouth, with a lethal tongue and violent words that got her into situations that even she wasn’t proud of. regardless, she couldn’t help it. 

“c’mon nai, do you think that low of me?” she smirked before her face became a bit more serious. evelyn might not have started the interaction, but she most certainly didn’t stop it from happening. “i pinky promise. i didn’t start this one. we were trying to boot some fuckface from the bar and he didn’t go easy... the rest is history.”

he was always kind to her, something she truly wasn’t used to. not yet, at least. she had been in town for three years and while she wouldn’t deny she had been a bit of a recluse when it came to meeting people, it was still a foreign concept. “alright.. thank you.” her voice became a bit smaller for a moment. “that sounds fuckin’ great. i had my last cup at... eight pm?”

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Ty nodded to the stranger beside him and thought there might be something off about them. He thought he recognized her from somewhere but that was impossible. Not a lot of his old friends knew he was here, since he had been in New York the past twenty years. 

“Speed dating is fun. Especially when you make a game out of it.” He countered with a light laugh and crossed his arms. “Have you been to any of these places?” Ty asked, motioning to the booths. “I was told they’re local but I uh, haven’t been in town long. Not too sure I recognize any of these places.” He admitted with a shrug. 

“a game? how so?” anaïs asked, curiosity written in her face. the concept of love had always been rather confusing territory for them and she couldn’t quite grasp the concept of attempting to get to know people in a handful of minutes. “oh darling, i’ve been all over the world. but yes. i’ve always been a bit of a free spirit.. twenty years later and i’m still here.” she flashed a playful smirk in his direction, racking her brain and the millions of faces they had come across. there were very few who stuck out, but she couldn’t shake just how much he reminded them of an old friend. their position had never really allowed much room for friendship, but he had been her hesitation. her weak spot. more than anything, she desperately didn’t want to be wrong. how embarrassing would that be? especially considering her position and the tight ship that sat directly under a firm thumb.

“so... a few weeks? are you also a bit of a traveler yourself?” she eventually asked, still deep in pondering. tyrese. it had to be him. the negative about their form often meant they would enter each other’s lives again with new faces.

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hells gate was usually more maggie’s speed, she couldn’t lie. the crowded club itself was a bit overwhelming, the woman appearing to become grounded by watching the dancers. a couple of girlfriends had dragged her out tonight, a story that the professor felt quite alone in as she locked eyes with everyone around her. everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, when she wanted nothing more than to just crawl under her duvet and shut out not just the noise engulfing her presently, but the sounds in her mind. it had been a year and she was still getting used to portland. she was getting better about remembering the hundreds of faces she now saw every day, professors and students alike, but for the first time in her three decades on earth, the woman was forcing herself to stay in one place. any other time, it would be a guarentee those faces would be temporary. this time, she wasn't so sure. 

maggie had become so lost in thought that she hadn’t even realized it; she was most definitely zoning out. when the other called her out, she shook her head in surprise for a moment as she tried to formulate some kind of apology. “i apologize, madame.” she eventually spoke. “i’m not looking to make judgement on you, i promise. just got lost in thought is all.” she made her way over to the stranger, leaning against the bar next to her. "let me make it up to you. can i buy you a drink, perhaps?" 

location: oasis 

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The music thumped loudly, causing her heart to race in her chest and the tips of her fingers to tingle with the beat. She couldn’t help but sway to the music and close her eyes in the dancing crowd. For some reason being back in Portland allowed the unsavory memories to float up to the forefront of her mind. She didn’t want to think and didn’t want to remember she was back home. Back home for good? Several of her friends had asked when she suddenly reappeared. No, she’d find a way to leave again without upsetting her parents, but that part was still in progress. When her parents threatened to cut her off for spending most of her time traveling and partying, she begged them to give her a second chance and that she’d stay in Portland and focus on work. It was an embarrassing feeling - to have them dangle her job and her inheritance in her face, she could never admit this fact to anyone not even her siblings. Ceren made her way to the crowded bar and ordered the strongest drink she could think of. Suddenly, she felt someone’s gaze on her, and she turned to them with a smug look on her face. “What? Either you join me or leave. No one comes to the club to get judged ya know?” 

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˗ˏˋ —— ⋆ wait, did you just see who just walked through washington park? i swear it was ( 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 "𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄" 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈 ) what? you don’t know them? they look a lot like ( 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐋 ) but i heard that they are a ( 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 ) year old, ( 𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ) that has been in portland for ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 ). apparently, they are also a ( 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 ) who works at ( 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) as a ( 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 ) and their reputation of being ( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ) & ( 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 ) is noted by residents from all over the city but what can you actually believe when listening to the grapevine? don’t worry, we’ll be able to find out just who they really are when we see them in portland next. 

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH.

THE HUMAN. 

i know exactly what i want and who i want to be i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.

FULL NAME: dr. magdelena aanya khatri (’nee castillo). AGE: thirty. SPECIES: human. OCCUPATION: anthropologist/professor at university of portland. RESIDENCE: portland, oregon. BIRTHPLACE: brooklyn, new york. ABILITIES: n/a.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: it’s complicated ( WANTED CONNECTION )

THEME SONG: “oh no!” by marina and the dimonds. FAVORITE DRINK: white wine. FAVORITE FOOD: anything eaten on her last trip to paris. FAVORITE MOVIE: watches a shitload of documentries.

POSITIVE TRAITS: intelligent, confident, well-mannered,  NEGATIVE TRAITS: nosey, outspoken, cocky, 

AND THE STORY BEGINS.

they say maggie was born to be an anthropologist. when she was born, her anthropologist parents were preparing to conduct research all over brazil. this would start many, many trips around the world for the family and an infinite amount of curiosity for the young woman. 

never staying in one place most certainly effected her, considering she never really had the chance to make longtime friends. regardless, maggie wouldn’t have traded her experiences for the world. even if there were times when she really needed a friend. 

not only that, but she was a bit on the bookish side growing up. she would much rather read than talk to people and often found a lot of comfort in having something that was consistant. she could read her favorite book a thousand times and the story would never change. 

it was clear that maggie was very smart from the moment that she entered the classroom, but the concept of her being a gifted kid only grew when she reached middle school: particularly in the maths and sciences. she often took higher classes than her grade level to keep herself challenged. 

graduated at the top of the class before going off to follow in her parents footsteps at colombia university. after her undergrad, she went on to pursue a masters degree and has since received her doctorate. 

THIS IS WHERE THE PAIN SETS IN.

during her education, she continued to travel with professors to learn and continue the same work she had watched her parents engage in since she was born. during this time, it was when she met a man by the name of sebastian castillo and fell head over heels while traveling through spain.

she would come to learn that sebastian’s family was well known throughout spain as a family of hunters, tracking the supernatural. at first she didn’t believe him, but after learning his methods.. she too began to look into them. he had never stayed in one place, much like her. this was how they connected and by the years end, they were married.

once she received her doctorate, sebastian and maggie made it their life’s work to track the supernatural and learn more about them. the two of them benefitted each other not only as partners in life, but as partners in their work. even still, maggie continued to work on other projects. how to go about publicizing her more supernatural research was something she never really got to do, however, before the unthinkable happened. 

during one of his tracking expeditions, sebastian never came home. maggie was heartbroken, having lost her life partner when they still had so much ahead of them. so, she swore off her work with the supernatural, planning to never publish what she had found. 

that is, until she learned about the supernatural activity in portland, oregon. it also just so happened that they were looking for a professor in the anthropology department...

CURRENTLY.

maggie is still a rather new hire at the university, known as dr. k by most of her students. she’s better at teaching than she ever expected to be: kind, supportive and wants nothing more than for her students to succeed. 

she lives in a rather expensive home in a nicer part of town, her expensive taste clear in the way she decorates. not only does she take pride in her furniture, but the matinence of many of the artifacts she has kept up over the years.

since sebastian’s passing a couple of years ago she has been more or less.. allergic to commitment. she fears letting anyone else close, knowing that when she let hector in, he was taken away from her. will that change? who knows.

she spends a lot of time at the bars and is specifically a regular at hells gate. 

perhaps what she’s most curious about is the magic surrounding the coven. even if she’s interested, she has sworn off looking into the supernatural, for it took hector from her. 

she had been seeing someone consistently though.. as much as neither of them want to admit it, they can’t seem to stay away from each other ( WANTED CONNECTION )

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friends (0/2) - open. friends - open. fwb (0/1) - open, WANTED CONNECTION. fellow regulars at the bar - open. coworkers - open. acquaintances - open.

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“oh, the craziest. the chaos really doesn’t stop, does it?” the girl sighed, saying her thanks while taking the phone and searching for a way home, calling a cab, connecting her card to someone else’s uber account ( normally a hard no but it was evelyn so she didn’t really mind but the principal still felt weird. ) “trying to.” she said somewhat tiredly, not a physical exhaustion but instead a mental drainage. she held up the bottom of her destroyed non-slip, “tonight were their last night as shoes. i knew it was bound to happen at some point but it’s still heartbreaking.” she pauses briefly. “and annoying.” she fiddles around with the phone some more, uber saying there’s no nearby drivers because of the hour and the sigh becomes a groan. “looks like i might be walking home.” her eyes travel to her coworker as she hands the device back. “what are you getting up to at this hour?”

“sometimes that makes it exciting, yeah?” evelyn laughed, raising an eyebrow while their face remained a bit more neutral. taking another drag, her face unfurled into a rather gentle smirk. at the mention of the shoes, evelyn felt her heart go out to the other. evelyn too had many beat up pairs of shoes that got her through the grueling shifts, even if she was the cause of many of ayaz’s headaches, which was not always something to be proud of. today’s pair was one that she had probably owned since she was at least eighteen. even if they were holding onto their seams for dear life, they were still remotely functional. “i’ve had these shoes for fuckin’ ages. i gotcha.” she ran her fingers through her hair as she took another drag before exhaling. “haven’t decided yet, ya know? part of me is saying that i should go curl up in bed, but the other is telling me the night is still young. what about you?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝟎𝟎𝟏 // DILARA AND ANAÏS [ @conjvred​ ]. HELLS GATE, LATE EVENING.

as much as anaïs came to hells gate to toy with ayaz, there were times when the demon simply needed a night out - even if it was alone. this was one such occurrence. she liked to think that they looked rather effortless draped against the wall of the bar, the night air rather refreshing to as they watched the smoke from their cigarette dance in front of her and dissipate into the night. there weren’t many stars out tonight, perhaps one of the first thing that anaïs had noticed upon her exit. she had been told what she had been doing was called people watching, watching the humans and supernatural alike leaving the bar - imagining where their next location could possibly be. portland was beginning to bore them after all; it couldn’t be anywhere that exciting. 

that was, until they noticed a woman exit the place. she was beautiful, that was clear. a face had to have some kind of story. the demon was certainly bored and curious enough to listen. 

“hey!” they called out, taking another drag before adjusting their faux fur leopard-print coat. the call had come before the demon truly knew what to say, but she wouldn’t let it show. how was it that humans adapted, thought on their feet? “that’s quite the lovely jacket. where on earth did you get it?”

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝟎𝟎𝟏 // SELENE AND LAYLA [ @redemptionsfm​ ]. COFFEE SHOP, EARLY EVENING. 

selene wasn’t usually one to meander after work was over. once she was released, she would either spend time with seojun or head straight home to find some remnant of peace and quiet. however, there were occasions where the familiar made the decision to treat herself. a coffee sounded quite appropriate, considering she would be up reviewing paperwork a bit later than usual. while she was not a regular at this particular joint, she was versed enough in the coffee shops of portland to feel a sense of familiar calm when she opened the door. making her way to the line, her foot tapping on the floor simply because she wanted to get home. 

when she did finally receive her drink, it didn’t take long for the woman’s step to quicken, her hand instantly flying to cover her drink when she collided with a stranger. perhaps it was the reflexes from her animal form kicking in, or at least that was what it felt like. thank god nothing got on the other, selene would have felt just terrible. “oh my goodness -- my apologies miss.. are you alright? i’m not usually this hurried.. oh goodness.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝟎𝟎𝟏 // NIALL AND EVELYN [ @redemptionsfm​ ].  OSHU HOSPITAL, LATE NIGHT.

of course it hadn’t been in evelyn’s plan to end up at the hospital.. but that’s what happens when you try to haul out a customer and end up getting punched in the face by a trigger-happy fist. the reminder of the occurrence caused her to let out another aggravated sigh, still clutching the homemade ice pack to her face. well, at this point it was basically just a bag of water. regardless, the relief to her now pounding headache was more than welcome. of course, she couldn’t help but think about how fucking stupid she looked. evelyn had insisted she was alright, but there was no denying that the customer had gotten in a pretty good swing. no matter if it was accidental or not, it was going to leave a mark. 

“y’probably got better things to do.” evelyn smirked as she noticed the nurse assigned to her reenter the room. he was an interesting fellow; even from their short introduction she could tell that they couldn’t have been more different. “i promise ya’ i’m fine. just got an accidental knuckle sandwich is all… you should see the other guy though.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝟎𝟎𝟏 // SEOJUN AND EVELYN [ @conjvred​ ]. RUE BOTANNICALS, AFTERNOON.

evelyn was not really one to form.. attachments towards most people, but it seemed that seojun was a different story. she wasn’t really used to people showing her kindness, for life certainly had not. it certainly was clear that they were easy on the eyes, something that evelyn wasn’t usually that observant of either. sure, they had developed small crushes on people in the past, but they were never instantaneous. regardless, she really did enjoy the witches’ company. the only supernatural she had known while living in massachusetts was her grandmother; the banshee who had taught her about the life she was to lead. ever since relocating to portland she had met all kinds of people, something that had both terrified and excited her. 

today had been quite the relaxing day for evelyn, considering that she was not slated to work tonight and she could do as she pleased. this, more often than not, meant that she would pay her friend a visit. the familiar smell of the store overwhelmed her as she entered and the usually tense young woman felt a certain amount of tension release from her shoulders. 

“hey, ya miss me?” she grinned, her gaze turning from a nearby shelf as she noticed the familiar face. “or has your life been just oh so boring since my last visit...”

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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝟎𝟎𝟏 // ANAÏS AND AYAZ [ @oniiisms ] HELLS GATE, LATE EVENING.

it was no secret that anaïs had her playthings. when you were in a position of power such as hers, it offered her the luxury of having many. especially those who chose not to follow the faction. they had chosen to be venerable and not bask in the glow that her protection provided. one such individual was ayaz kuday, who seemed to be taking ages to notice her presence. perhaps it was for his own good, a rouge in the presence of the commander. at long last their gazes eventually locked, the demon seeming to adjust in their seat as she took a regal sip from the glass of liquor in their hand. let the games begin. 

ayaz not only was fun to toy with, but his resistance particularly fascinated her. he was a thousand years old after all; their decade long little dance was a mere blip in both of their lives. he could keep holding on for centuries and she knew it. perhaps that was what kept her playing the game: the continued question of how long it would take before they were finally able to break him. the humans were too easy; she required something a bit more lengthy that deserved their attention.

“what?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow as she noticed the obvious distaste in his gaze. even if she seemed surprised, he probably knew she was enjoying it. “can’t a simple customer enjoy their drink in peace? i’m paying good money to be in here, after all.”

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selene couldn’t deny, knowing that she was to spend her existence putting the life of someone else before her own was a daunting feeling at first. after all, the protection of a witch had been the cause of her family’s undoing. weather one liked it or not, it was the gao family way to be a protector. she hadn’t understood just how much they were meant for this life, however, until she met seojun. something had overcame her in that moment and after their first encounter, she was left with the knowledge that he was going to be very, very important to her. at the time, selene didn’t know just how right she would be. despite all the fear she had felt about her position, he was worth it. he would always be worth it.

their partnership had brought her to know them at times better than seojun even knew themselves, so it was no surprise to her that she felt a certain tug in the early morning. the sun hadn’t even truly blossomed over the clouds quite yet and even still, she knew exactly where to find them. selene had taken her other form in this instance, wandering rather nonchalantly as she relished in the cool morning air on her face. 

“hello darling.” she eventually spoke, having returned to the form of a human before their very eyes. “the latter, actually. maybe in combination with my own restlessness as well. besides..” she paused for a moment, releasing a soft laugh from between her crimson lips. “...the early morning is quite lovely, isn’t it?”

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— location: forest park; sunday, early morning — availability: closed | selene gao( @shattcrme​ )

the full moon had seojun wishing to get away from the big city for a moment and reconnect themselves with nature. for some unknown reason, it had drained them. if it weren’t too cold still, they would have probably brought out a tent to one of the camping grounds and stayed for the whole weekend. alas, duty called and they weren’t exactly in the mood to freeze their asses off this early in the year.

they’d chosen to do the lower macleay park all the way up to pittock mansion hike, and on their way back they’d decided to sit back by a river bank deep into forest park and meditate some. the smell of fresh dirt, the scent of early morning dew and that cold so familiar to the woods was enough to calm their restless spirit, which was exactly what they wanted. setting their water bottle aside, seojun placed their backpack further up on the grass and laid down to listen to the sounds of nature.

they heard light footsteps and opened their eyes to catch sight of a small black cat nearing them, “hi selene” her presence brought a smile to their lips as their eyes fluttered close again, hands resting behind their head. “did you just get here or have you been following me without me noticing it?”