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[fina1kill]

    𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

the conclave. a formal event with a wealth of elegance and a vibe that just screams pretentious in vira's eyes. a perfect place to see what kinda chaos she can get into, but first! a date. when @poiscns asked her to be his plus one, she was more then excited to go as it wasn't often that she got to go to fancy events like this; well fancy events where she just got to be herself, & not someone's paid eye-candy for the month.

matching the energy around her, she stuck to nico's side as the huntress eyed the guards at the gala. what was so special about tonight? keeping an eye on potential exits, improvised weapons she could use & places she could potentially sneak off too; drinks were a must to start the night. she had heard a little bit of what the gala was for & promised she'd keep them in check.

a part of her wondered what others would think; a fellowship and brotherhood arriving together. the thought alone made her giddy, but of course she had schooled her excitement. but like most things, anything sparkly or shiny had vira wandering after it as she'd drift between the drink table & whoever caught her attention.

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   focusing on keeping her arm steady and her grip firm, she shot the other a look before letting out a grunt in response. she didn't know what they meant about top hats, but this was definitely something more then the gym. "arm day at the gym? you say this to all the girls?" she teases, hoping to catch the other off guard as she held an iron grip onto the other's hand.

the more she struggled the more she thought about her previous hunts; the strength they had & the advantages they had over someone like her. human. trying to look for any noticeable markings, vira could feel the advantage she had shift as the other began pushing their hand down against hers. letting out a strained groan, she let her hand fall against the table as she let out a gasp and sat back once more.

"steel panels huh? how big are we talking?" she asked, breathlessly as she knew there was an innuendo there somewhere; whether it was intentional or un, she'd leave that up for cleo to decide. "okay! I give! that was.....impressive. but seriously, you sure you're not popping steroids? because I wouldn't judge you! they're clearly working~!" she continued, while making vague hand gestures towards cleo's physique.

"so? what's the plan now? you won relatively fair and all that~"

"In your dreams," she taunts right back. She even lets her hand slowly sink towards the bartop. It's the real game, knowing when to push, when to give. You have to watch the eyes and the shoulders. To know when they're going to push and when they're going to give.

"Snares and high-hats." She grins wide through the not-quite-truth of the matter. Her tattoo, wrapped and laced in its intricate defunct design, sits dull and unused under her jacket, whatever magic it held now forbidden to her by whatever governed the thing. Her strength comes from something deeper now, something that, here, is only stirring in her chest, not yet ready to wake up and take the toll for the gifts it gives, happy just to provide competition. "Better than arm day at the gym."

She stops letting Vira push her hand down, and her bicep and flexors tense as she pushes their hands back, slowly to a neutral space, suspended in their grip over the bar. Vira's hands are... soft, but the strength in them isn't nothing. "I lift steel panels all day, too." She pushes then, trying to sink Vira's hand lower this time.

Hunt monsters too, but that's for pillowtalk.

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   her gaze never left his as she studied his expressions she seemed to be eliciting from him. she could feel the hardness beneath her and she soon turned to look back towards the direction of the hall; there was a few things that would work, with the right motivation. thinking of an idea or two, she smiled as she heard his challenge. "repeats huh? sounds like it's going to be a long night~." she stated, clearly interested as she enjoyed the feeling of his teeth against her.

"the real question is, who's gonna be doing the cuffing?" she teased, as if to test to see how far he was willing to go. biting her bottom lip at the sudden shift of his leg between her thighs, a small moan escaped her; before she's wrapping her arms around his neck. "depends~" she started off, as she thought about it more.

she knew of the general dislike both organizations have with each other; but the thrill of getting closer like this, was hard not to pass up. she wanted to know more about how they worked & who they had arrangements with. and while she was generally indifferent with the fellowship, she thought it'd be fun to stir something up between the two groups. and what better way too then this? he was hot and obviously had the money for it. anything else that came after would just be an added bonus; although it'd be just as fun to see what else she could get from him.

"what are we going to negotiate? or....are we going to find the answers we're looking for~" she continued, while slowly moving her hands down to the belt of his jeans. 'an answer for a response, something to keep things fun' she thought to herself. gasping when he pulled her in closer, she let out a shaky laugh as she listened before returning the smile.

"let's go see what can find first. then we can raise a little hell in the meantime~" she finally said in response before she's tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth, then pulling away a moment after. anything to keep them on edge.

   it didn't take much for vira to realize how self-centered he was; how he likes to be in control with everything & almost everyone. her quick study at least, as she listened intently on what he had to say. most of the time she didn't need to say anything, as most clients liked to spill all; in both an annoying way and a 'fun' way. noting the way his hands gripped and pulled her in, a small groan left her as she did in fact; liked to be thrown around a bit. "you promise?" she teased breathlessly, as she tilted her head to examine the ink on his body.

slowly trailing her hands along his chest, she eyed him once before her top was off; as if to match his pace. while vira never hid anything, she also had no shame either. while few tattoos were similar to her own, a lot were very....unique. she had heard about the brotherhood and how their 'training' went; the marks they got and how it benefited them. but never once has she gotten lucky to see them so intimately as of right now.

"cuffs huh? it's too bad we don't have a pair for right now~" she purred against his ear, before she's moving his hands to the tattoo between her breasts. "this one's for stamina....not that we're gonna need to use it tonight~" she continued, almost challenging him to see if he actually meant business. it also wasn't uncommon for vira to fake things just to get out of situations.....quicker. hearing him talk again, a smile was on her face as she truly found the other fascinating to say the least. part of her wanted to see how much she could suck out of him, just to know what made him....tick.

continuing with her dance, she let him study her a bit more; as if to see what conclusion he came up with. at the mention of staking and needing someone to save her, a laugh left her lips. "I can get what I want, and have fun in the process~" she continued, while grabbing hold of his hands and pinning them back; not using her tattoo for strength, but to show that she liked to be in charge too.

"besides, why would I kill them when they're funding my whole fucking life? I can squeeze every last cent out of them, and they'll do what I say in under 2 minutes sometimes~" she explained with a chuckle, as most clients were 2 pump chumps.

"are you saving me? or am i saving you?"

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   although vira's never been skydiving, she did hear that it as entirely thrilling to say the least. 'we all gotta try things once right?' she remembered thinking to herself, as she locked her hand around the others. immediately she could tell they were strong, but vira also meant what she said. eyeing the other down, her focus was on her tattoo as she didn't break a sweat (at least for now). part of her tried to study her; see what made her tick and if she was the same.

"heh, you getting tired yet hot shot? or am I too much for you?" she fired back, while teasing the other as she too struggled to bring the other's hand down.

slowly managing to twist the other's hand a bit, her face was nothing but focused as they seemed to almost match each other's strength. "fuck...what are you on? steroids?" she quipped, although she was secretly impressed. what else could she do? and would she be open to showing her?

"Bitch, I love skydiving," she says, all wild-eyed, and then she looks at the plate of wings, then back to Vira with bouncing brows before she tucks the crook of her thumb under her own elbow. There's a competition in Cleofe Salcedo, it's always been there, but certain recent developments have made sure it almost never shuts up.

But honestly, even if girliepop here slams the back of her hand against the bartop, it's not like she loses - at the mercy of a beautiful woman?

Hardly punishment.

"Okay go!" She shoots the words out like a starting gun, forearms and biceps flexing; she's a werewolf masquerading as a fellowship hunter now, and she's banking on that giving her the edge, but it doesn't occur to her that the woman whose eyes she's staring into, trying to land somewhere between distracting and intimidating, might have her own attachments to a certain secret society, so that cocky grin of her's almost falters when this matchup isn't instantly over.

"Oh?" she says, a single syllable laced with flirtacious intrigue.

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malee / damian

42 character development questions!

Please specify which muse for multimuse blogs!

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them the most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take (best, worst, most likely)? What would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them if it does?

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world? What is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors, or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

[fina1kill]

   she didn't know the other very well, but she was curious to see what they were like. were they the typical 9-5 and in bed by 10? or did they like to live a little bit. giving the other a playful smirk, she soon leaned forward and held her arm up. there was a million ways this could go, and honestly vira didn't know what they'd do; but she found the other entertaining to say the least.

"hmm mayhaps. but what if I win and say "hey let's go skydiving!", would you do it? or are you too chicken to follow through?" she teased a bit, trying to hide her smile in reference to the chicken they were eating.

"either way, you won't catch me slacking~" she said all too cockily, as she gripped the other's hand with a smile.

Cleo nods, trying not to show how sullen she feels. She loves that song.

But then she turns more squarely to face Vira, intrigued and a little taken by the energy here. There is energy, right? Her eyes cast briefly all over her, taking in details and charm points. Definitely. Maybe.

"Iono," she says, worrying chicken out of her teeth while cleaning her hands off with a napkin. Vira continues, offers a wager - a really open eneded one. "That so?" A coy little grin and then an appraising nod at Vira's arms and shoulders. "I mean that just sounds win-win." She says, smiling from one side of her mouth while she puts her arm up on the table.

Hotshot, eh? Color her charmed.

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   it didn't take much for vira to realize how self-centered he was; how he likes to be in control with everything & almost everyone. her quick study at least, as she listened intently on what he had to say. most of the time she didn't need to say anything, as most clients liked to spill all; in both an annoying way and a 'fun' way. noting the way his hands gripped and pulled her in, a small groan left her as she did in fact; liked to be thrown around a bit. "you promise?" she teased breathlessly, as she tilted her head to examine the ink on his body.

slowly trailing her hands along his chest, she eyed him once before her top was off; as if to match his pace. while vira never hid anything, she also had no shame either. while few tattoos were similar to her own, a lot were very....unique. she had heard about the brotherhood and how their 'training' went; the marks they got and how it benefited them. but never once has she gotten lucky to see them so intimately as of right now.

"cuffs huh? it's too bad we don't have a pair for right now~" she purred against his ear, before she's moving his hands to the tattoo between her breasts. "this one's for stamina....not that we're gonna need to use it tonight~" she continued, almost challenging him to see if he actually meant business. it also wasn't uncommon for vira to fake things just to get out of situations.....quicker. hearing him talk again, a smile was on her face as she truly found the other fascinating to say the least. part of her wanted to see how much she could suck out of him, just to know what made him....tick.

continuing with her dance, she let him study her a bit more; as if to see what conclusion he came up with. at the mention of staking and needing someone to save her, a laugh left her lips. "I can get what I want, and have fun in the process~" she continued, while grabbing hold of his hands and pinning them back; not using her tattoo for strength, but to show that she liked to be in charge too.

"besides, why would I kill them when they're funding my whole fucking life? I can squeeze every last cent out of them, and they'll do what I say in under 2 minutes sometimes~" she explained with a chuckle, as most clients were 2 pump chumps.

"are you saving me? or am i saving you?"

Nico doesn’t flinch when her teeth catch his ear—he laughs, low and wild, like someone just rang the bell at the start of a fight he’s been dying to throw hands in. She’s playing, and he’s already all in. No hesitation, no hover. The second she gives him that nod, he’s on her—hands rough and greedy, sliding down her hips like he’s carving a claim, thumbs digging in like mine. No slow drag. No soft tease. Just bold, fast, filthy, like her waist should already have his name stamped in bruises.

“Intimate?” he echoes, laughing like the word tastes good in his mouth. “Sweetheart, I wanna know if you squeak when you’re lifted. Like—fireman carried out of here squeak. We could find out. Real fast.”

She doesn’t have to beg for the tattoos either. Nico's a bro. Hot girl asks him to show her his tats? He's showing, obviously. He’s already lifting his shirt with a smirk, revealing a canvas of ink and old, half-healed scars. Brotherhood sigils sit between regular. Nico taps a crooked dagger inked near his ribs, near his heart. “This? Yeah. This one’s for my idiot best friend. He dared me to steal a cop’s cuffs and we both ended up bloody and laughing. Miss that bastard sometimes.”

The music's fast—pulse-racing, heart-in-throat kind of beat—and Nico rides it like a high he doesn’t wanna come down from. His other hand rises to the back of her neck, hands all over the tattoos he wants to see with that barely-contained tension. He doesn’t pull. Doesn’t push. Just thinks. Thinks about how good she’d look with that same hand fisted in her hair. How easy it’d be to drop the act and drop her to her knees. She’d look so damn good there, wouldn’t she? Yeah. She would.

“I try not to hang out in dens of leeches,” he says, watching her dance like he’s imagining the music off her skin. “But I make exceptions.”

Then his head tilts, voice curling dark at the edges. “Who's asking who the questions now, baby? That your move? Get ’em hot, get ’em in bed, then stake ’em through the chest?” He laughs. “Kinda hot. But hate to think you're clocking hours for those undead bastards—”

He leans in, barely a breath between them. He’s baiting her. God, he knows he is. “Or are you just waiting for someone to come save you?”

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   watching him wipe out next to her, vira only wore a shocked expression on her face before she's looking at the tires again. no luck. huffing to herself, she gave him a weird look before she's quickly running back to her car; moments later she's making her way to the passenger side, and letting herself inside. "here, use these to get dry~" she continued while tossing him two large towels for him to use; something she always carried with her in case of 'emergencies' along with a bag of groceries.

"don't worry, they're clean and dry. I always keep extras" she continued while using the one she had, to dry her hair a bit. " today really isn't the day huh? what brings you out in a storm like this? and to answer your last statement, i'm not leaving you here to perish so! if we get washed away, might as well wash away together!" she stated a little too nonchalantly, as the cold never bothered her anyway.

trying her phone to see if there's any signal, she gave a few rapid taps to her dial button before groaning in annoyance. no signal. "i'm vira by the way, i'd say 'please to meet you!' but, there's nothing pleasant about this." she continued while taking out two water bottles. "I was on my way back from grocery shopping, but it looks like we'll have to make do!" vira said again, unusually unbothered by the predicament they were in.

He stumbles slightly when she accuses him of thinking she's not capable because she was a girl, and he's not sure how to explain that he knows she can probably kick his ass in his current condition. "I-" Fortunately, she tells him he's just joking, but his mind is a little too frazzled to keep up. "Right, uh, sorry, if I like, offended you or something," he says. He looks at the other side of the truck warily, but the girl grips the back bumper so he has no option but to do the same.

His limbs cry out in agony and he nearly bites his tongue to keep from making a sound. The truck budges maybe a few inches, before his knee gives out and sends him slamming into the mud. "Shit," he breathes out, taking a second to catch his breath before he pushes himself to his feet. Moving back around to the driver's seat takes longer than it should, and he manages to pull himself into the seat.

His hands shake as he tries to insert the key into the ignition, but finally he manages to push it in and turn. The engine roars to life, but even as he tries to accelerate, there's a loud whirring, but they go nowhere. With a sigh, he shuts the engine off again. "Thanks for trying," he tells her tiredly. "But seriously, you should get out of here. I'd really rather not have to think about having your life in my hands."

[fina1kill]

Ambition is not a dirty word. It's the best thing about me. That and my hair.

[in/sp]

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   feigning offense to his statement about a tow truck (which is probably a better idea), she gave him an unamused expression. "what, because i'm a girl I don't know about cars?" she deadpanned, before breaking out into a laugh as she shook her head. "relax i'm fucking with you, but! I do need your help if we're gonna get the tires free." she continued as she instructed him to take one side as she took the other.

once everything was in place, she did her best to grip the truck as she slowly started to push the vehicle upwards; with the rain and wind it was a lot more difficult then she had thought it'd be, but after a bit the tires started to budge. "holy fuck it's working~!" she said aloud, as she focused on the power her tattoos gave her; but with the storm picking up, she managed to push the truck a little bit more before she's soon letting go entirely to catch herself from slipping. "shit man, this storm is no joke!' she huffed, before she's heading back towards the side door. "well! try it again! maybe we did something!" she stated breathlessly, before hugging her herself as if to keep her warm.

Kev's slightly taken aback when she agrees. Wait, was she a vampire? He pauses, wondering if maybe he just invited someone for a free meal. What was it that Aria said? They can't come in unless they're invited? Did that still work for trucks? His brain stutters briefly, trying to come up with an excuse. "Oh, I was... joking," he says to himself. "I've already tried, but the tires are stuck in the mud and I'm pretty sure something's caught." Caught where? He has no idea, but it's been impossible to budge.

"Hey-" He turns around to shout through the back window. "Seriously, you don't have to do that. All that'll do is get mud all over you," he shouts. "Fuck." He looks around helplessly for a moment before shedding the blanket and pulling his hood up as he climbs out of the truck. The rain has him drenched in thirty seconds, and he grips the side of his truck tightly to keep from slipping. "Seriously! A tow is coming. There's no use in both of us being out here like this."

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   the sound of his voice in her head takes her by surprise, but she was effortless in schooling her expression. she had remembered it from before, and remembered how well he had tipped her. still smiling, she took him up on his offer and soon took a shot when the waitress walked by with more drinks. " so do you want just the dance? or are you here for something a little more....intimate?" she teased lightly, knowing if anyone was to eavesdrop they'd just hear business as usual.

leaning in closely, she gently nipped at his ear before "i'll show you mine if you show me yours~" she whispered, with a hint of a smirk on her face as she pulled back to eye him once over. she could tell he wasn't like the others; most clients were never this bold, and would often ask if it was okay to touch her or if she 'did this for a living'. most clients were only there for a quick fuck, if they had the money for it.

soon straddling his waist, her smile never once faded as this was (in her eyes) just 'business' as usual. only this time it was more interesting, that vira wanted to know who he was. moving his hands to rest on her waist, she did just as he told her too. grinding to the music, she'd often play with her hair a bit as if to tease what was fully behind her neck. "you don't come here often, do you?" she asked nonchalantly, as the song continued & her movements never stopped.

Smash-cut, neon strobe burn-in: three nights ago. Nico’s skulking through some back-alley vampire buffet, hunting fangboy #43, when—plot twist—his legs magically teleport to the VIP lounge at the Satin Cabaret. (Look, even chaos has priorities.)

Cue the lap dance: glitter, sweat, a bassline thick enough to break ribs. Nico’s mouthing along to absolutely none of it, busy cataloguing exits, what can be converted into a weapon, and the dancer’s freckles. Then—bingo—ink flashes beneath the stage lights: Fellowship sigils.

Nico stalls mid-heartbeat. “Same hat,” he says through his charm and grins, flicking a stack of dead-parent hush money into her waistband like he’s loading shells into a shotgun. “Why,” he purrs (and he wonders how that translates through telepathy) “are you in the middle of a leech convention?” Anyway, she ghosts him—smiles like a felony and slips backstage.

Fast-forward to now: Nico kicks open the club doors again, inheritance bleeding from his pockets like arterial spray. Eyes wild, teeth sharper than policy. He zeroes in on her—predator’s lock, wicked little grin—and saunters to the front row.

“Rules of engagement,” he announces as loud as the magic will let him, dropping into the seat like a thrown knife. “I only buy the dance if interrogation comes gratis. You grind, I quiz. Think of it as cardio with subtitles.” He taps the chairback twice—invitation or threat, hard to tell.

Bass drops. Lights flare. Nico’s fingers drum on the stake tucked behind his belt buckle, itching to ask about her tattoos, her patron saint of monster-killing, whether she prefers her vampires flambéed or tartare. But mostly he’s waiting for that smile again—the one that says she might actually bite back. Because if she does? Oh. That’s when the real fun starts.

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@poiscns gets a starter :D

   making her usual rounds that night, it wasn't until one of the girls had pointed out someone was following her. giving them a confused look, she turned around before turning again. 'was it the same guy from the other night?' she wondered to herself, before she's slowly navigating through the crowd and coming up behind him. "couldn't wait to see me again huh? I take it you want another dance?" she asked with a smile on her face, as she wouldn't say no to another client if they liked her services.

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   thinking she was mishearing him, vira shouted back a "WHAT?" as she got a little bit closer. the howling of the wind was annoying, but that didn't stop her from pulling over on the side of the road. hearing him speak, she took a quick look at the truck and sighed to herself. what was with people and things they find sentiment in? something vira is completely foreign too. she's never had a special thing that meant anything to her in the entirety of her life.

"super strength? what happened, are you stuck in something? because i can help you, or TRY to help you move yeah?" she offered, before she's soon examining it more. "maybe we can give it a good push? pop the clutch and hopefully it moves?" she asked aloud, wondering if he had the same thought too. if anything, vira knew she was strong & the special ink her father had told her about would hopefully make it easier.

Kevin quickly realizes that trying to shout through a closed window with the wind and rain is a futile effort so he rolls it down and tries to block the rain as best as he can. "I can't leave my truck," he shouts over the sounds of the storm. "Thanks for stopping but you should get out of here." The stretch of road they're stopped on has enough of an incline that flooding should hopefully not be too much of an issue, while not being so steep that a strong gust would send him careening.

He hasn't thought this through. Sticking it out in the storm is fine if it's just him, but in truth, he hadn't expected people to bother stopping when the weather was like this. It both restores his faith in people a little, while also ratcheting up the guilt for being a nuisance. He looks around in the cab of the truck, knowing that people probably just see an old junker and not the memories embedded in it.

"Unless you have super strength or something," he jokes in an afterthought. He supposes meeting a vampire right now wouldn't be the worst thing in his predicament.

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   easy to get immersed in the slightly chaotic atmosphere, vira only smiled as she shook her head at the sabrina comment. "if you say so, but if i have to hear another 'please please please' playing again, i will commit a murder." not an exaggeration, but also not entirely untrue. she could be civil & she can still respect one's likes & dislikes; even if their tastes in things sucks.

"aaaand what do I get if i win hmm? more chicken wings?" she challenged back, clearly intrigued and maybe a little interested in what they have to offer. " if you win, we can do whatever you want! if I win, same goes. think you're up for that hotshot?" she veered, while giving her a playful smirk.

She now realizes the woman'd said something about Spotify to start with, which she just hadn't thought to comment on. "Not on Spotify yet, bu I do think we've got a Bandcamp though?" She smiles, demolishes a wing, and wipes her fingers off.

"Aw thanks," she shouts. "I like Sabrina though! She's got spunk, and puts on a good live show!" It's not exactly Cleo's kind of music, but she does just like music, so she tries to keep herself abreast of pretty much everything. She tries not to get a little lost in the guitar hype, which always makes her feel a little self-conscious.

"No, no challenge!" She says, smiling. "I'd win." It's a flirt, more than anything real.

Cleo turns in her seat, looking Vira up and down. "But if you wanna tryyyy I wouldn't be oppoooosed."

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What did you do?

Prodigal Son (2019 - 2021)

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   the storm itself was unsuspecting to say the least. and while she was used to the harsh changes in weather, this would be her first time in a city as it happened. going out to get some quick necessities, she couldn't help but notice the car stranded on the side of the road; and while it was USUALLY a bad idea to just pull over & check it out, vira did just that. while she was out there with whoever could potentially be in that car, they were also out there with her. knocking on the window, she couldn't help but wonder where this person's sense of survival was.

"hey, why are you just accepting your fate and staying here? you do know there's a storm going on right?" she questioned him immediately, as the weather made it a little difficult for her to see their face. thinking about the dilemma more, she was soon shaking her head.

"come on, I can give you a ride before it gets worse. take what you need & we'll get outta here as quick as we can alright?" she stated, before stepping aside & turning back towards her car behind them. if she were in a situation like this, 'she'd be fucked' was her only thought. with the heat blasting and the car running, she was soon scanning the highway. "so? where should we go? I was on my way back to my apartment, but if it stays like this I think we can make the trip to wherever you need to go~"

who: open where: the side of the road

He manages not to fully skid off of the shoulder of the road, the emergency brake coming in clutch at the very last second. The engine groans a little as Kevin puts the truck into park before shutting off the engine entirely. Rolling the window down, he sticks his head out the window and can tell that the back wheel is stuck in the mud and there was no way it was getting out without help. His head is mostly drenched when he pulls it back into the cab and he sighs, banging it gently against the headrest.

His phone is open on the center console next to him, Kali's message still flashing brightly across the screen.

"Get off that man's dick and go home."

He had missed the message at first, mostly because he was on the man's dick, but he doesn't really think that extra 90 seconds would have mattered that much in the grand scheme of things. Either way, he and his truck are now both stuck in the rain, and he can already feel his joints reacting to the drop in air pressure. It feels like sandpaper rubbing against his bones, and he leans over to his glove compartment to grab his stash of edibles. He sure as hell wasn't driving anytime soon.

Since he's unable to run the engine, he reaches into the back seat to grab one of the blankets he keeps for Saturn. It's got dog hair all over it, but it smells like her so he wraps it around his shoulder and tries to find a comfortable position in his seat. He sends a couple texts out, to people who might be wondering where he is, but there is a big fat red "!" letting him know that nothing was being delivered. With his battery only at half, he sighs, turning off every app he wasn't using to try and preserve it for as long as possible.

Kevin's not sure if he falls asleep or lets the weed lull him into a comfortable doze, but he jumps when he hears a knock on the driver's seat window. His knee cracks uncomfortably from the movement, and he grunts as he shifts, looking out at the blurry figure in the storm. "I'm fine!" he tries to shout through the window. "It's dry and I can wait it out!"

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SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett