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violxtte·:

Violette hadn’t noticed the shift in atmosphere — blissfully unaware of any change at all as she took another drink from the cup in her grip. She’d lost Waylon somewhere along the way. And while the conversation had been pleasant, it was obvious neither were truly there for a date. They were both so obviously preoccupied by other people that she found the whole ordeal a little humorous. That, of course, hadn’t stopped her from putting on a flirtatious show, if only because she hoped James would see. It was juvenile, she knew. But, he made her absolutely crazy and the witch didn’t know how to handle it, other than pushing him away as hard and as far as she could. 

That, however, wasn’t important now as the lowly, foreign growls met her ears. She still hadn’t put the pieces together — hat something was truly out of place here.. not until Mayor Sweeny… Mayor Sweeny? Oh, God. Violette froze in place, able to do little more than stare as the dead rose, dragging their decaying bodies through the cornfield and into the opening. Her chest tightened, her mind screamed to run, but her legs refused to cooperate. It wasn’t until a hand clasped her shoulder, spinning her around that she snapped out of her trance, dropping the solo cup to the ground. “James,” she breathed, a second of relief easing her nerves, as her eyes darted from his face to the growing number of undead. “There’s nowhere to go. Th-they’re everywhere.” Turning back around, she moved beside the man and slipped her hand into his, her shaking hand giving away the level of fear she felt. “Oh my God. What do we do?” 

The panic radiating off of the blonde was something he rarely experienced with Violette. Her fidgety form, the shaking hands, all of it gave it away – her words only further confirming that. All he could do was clench his jaw, because he, too, felt the same. How were they even meant to get rid of these creatures? Every time another zombie pushed his teeth through the skin of a perfectly innocent human, his heart sank. This needed to be stopped, somehow. “I know, okay? I know,” Doug murmured, giving her hand a tight squeeze once he felt hers slip into his. The question that followed was one he was still trying to find the answer to.

For a while he stayed silent, as his eyes took in their surroundings. He had to do something, but then again, all he wanted right now was to get the witch beside him to safety. Little did she know she was his main priority, even though he wouldn’t ever admit to that. Turning his head slightly to look at her, he gave her a pointed look. “Don’t panic – whatever happens, don’t panic. I got you.” He wasn’t just trying to calm her down, but also himself. His feet took a few steps back, pulling the blonde along with him as he tried to distance them from the crowd of growling corpses. “Stay with me at all times, you hear me? Don’t leave my side.” Though with every second that passed, more seemed to come through, nearing them. Turning his head to take a peak behind him, Doug cursed under his breath as he saw there were emerging zombies from behind them, too. “We’re gonna get cornered soon if we don’t run.”

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rchrckwll‌:

WHERE: The Silo

OPEN TO: Anyone @ The Silo

Rich Rockwell has no clue what the actual fuck is going on right now. He’d heard the screams first, ears perking at the sound and instinctively he’d reached for his gun. Thinking better of it, somehow, for some reason, he’d decided it was a better idea to investigate first. Before, you know. completely blowing his cover. The man has been trained better than that, and he’d had to remind himself of this constantly. But then the hollering picked up, and the screams became more consistent. The sounds of the undead began to drown out the distress of the crowds, but it’s only when chestnut pools fall upon one human being seemingly feasting on another that he’d started to feel alarmed. “This can’t be real. That shit out there? That cannot be fucking real.” Rich exhales, forcibly, fingers raking through the front of his mane as he paced back and forth. Fists, and fingers, and limbs, banged on the walls outside of the Silo, and the echo was almost enough to drive him mad. “Those people, they’re-” The man swallowed, knowing damn well he didn’t need to finish the sentence. He could smell them, and he knew the rest of them could, too.

It took a lot and then some to get Doug to panic, but in this very moment, he surely felt close to it. Not only the fact that there were actual zombies roaming around, but also the fact that the innocent humans in this place probably had no clue as to what was going on. Then again – did anyone really know what the fuck was going on? In all those years Doug had been around, zombies had never really been a thing. Sure, the occasional resurrection every now and then that ended up in death after all, but this? This was something else. 

“Well it sure as hell ain’t Halloween, buddy,” Doug implied, and while his words had the slightest edge of humor, his face showed otherwise. There was a sour expression sitting on his features, lips pressed together tightly as his brows pushed together, forming creases into his forehead. “People isn’t... exactly what I’d call them.”

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It started with the smell, the unsettling vibe that had set around them – all of it. Something was off, and Doug could tell. He surely wasn’t the only one. The whole pack had noticed, and then some. What really set him off were the soft growls, which got louder and louder with each second that passed, and then the first scream. That’s where it all started, though the last thing he’d expected to see was a very much dead mayor, walking through the fields like a zombie. A fucking zombie, of all things. Vampires were the kind of dead creature he could handle, because at least he could talk to them – zombies, though? Fucking zombies? Doug wasn’t a fan.

His eyes scanned the area, looking for that one blonde in particular, without even really meaning to. It wasn’t until she finally came in sight that a small sigh slipped past his lips. One of relief, maybe. Even though she’d pissed him off – the sight of her grinning and talking to some other guy setting him off more than he’d wanted. Violette O’Clair had that effect on him. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he turned her around so she was facing him, orbs doing a quick scan to check if she was okay. “You need to get the hell outta here.”

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talisademirci‌:

&&who: Open &&where: Blackvale Country Club | Bar &&where: 7pm

It was mostly business that drew Talisa to the country club. A quick meeting with the board of directors and contracts were resigned to make sure their shelves were stocked with her bottles. After all, the country club was the perfect place to make good money. Families had thrown in a nice sum for memberships, and the overall all feeling of calm allowed anyone to let loose. For years now, the Demirci had been patrons of the club. Maybe it was the proximity to their own home or the seclusion from Blackvale’s town center, there were too many memories of lazy Saturdays spent by the pool. So when she spotted a familiar face standing at the bar, all she needed to do was smile briefly before he fixed her a drink. A dry martini, one of her go-tos when she wanted something a little stronger. A celebratory drink was in order. As she settled into the bar seat, she could feel a pair of eyes watching her. Be it curiosity or boredom, they didn’t see to budge. “My mother used to tell me it’s not very polite to stare.” She smirked, reaching for the glass in front of her before turning to look over the person. 

James mirrored the smirk that playing on her lips once she caught him staring. “I was just waiting for you to notice, took you long enough.” Though her words made him chuckle, a shake of the head following at the mention of the older Demirci. “Please, Talisa – your mother said a lot of things over the years, are you trying to tell me you were actually listening?”

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nathanielxtalbot‌:

Nathaniel has always been a creature of habit, making light work of running the length of the city in an attempt to bring on some sense of fatigue when he couldn’t sleep. Settling into an old bench seat with the city silent he reveled in the moment of peace, drinking in the sounds of night that emanated from lochwood acres beyond. It was a place of solitude and in a world of white noise a necessary part of his routine. Though as another shifted from the shadows to sit beside him, he allowed a few moments of silence before stealing a glance in their direction.  “I’m not much of a late night conversationalist — so if it’s a distraction you’re after it’s probably best you look elsewhere.” The male remarked, breaking the silence as his gaze shifted to settle on the lights beyond.  

There were nights where Doug preferred a late night walk over drinks at the bar. Actually, he did most nights. He’d spent years upon years in the Lochwood Acres, and whenever he went back it always brought him a sense of peace. Apparently, tonight he wasn’t the only one who had that thought. The other male glanced at him, and his own eyes scanned the form. He’d seen the other around – one of his own species. “You think I’d be walkin’ in the woods if I wanted a distraction?” Doug retorted, a light chuckle following his words. “Won’t bother ya – not too much, at least,” he added with a shrug, then sitting down next to the other.

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@ YOWL, the werewolf fight club with @tiberloche

Though Doug enjoyed watching the fights going on at Yowl, he much more preferred to be the one in the ring. His eyes scanned the place, seeing who he’d have to beat this time. When a familiar face came into sight, a sly grin formed on his face. Walking up towards the alpha, Doug placed his hand on the other male’s shoulder. “How ‘bout that rain check I still owe you?”

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violxtte‌:

Violette returned his gaze, eyes trained upon his as he positioned himself closer, a hand on each side of her. It wasn’t the reaction or response she’d been aiming for, but it worked just the same because with proximity came lowered defenses — no matter how hard she fought against the gravitational pull, he sucked her in every time.

“Nothing that should,” she answers with a shake of her head as teeth catch upon her lesser lip, waiting a moment before she speaks again, repeating herself. “Nothing that should.” But, then a faint smile tugs the corners of her mouth, and it’s clear, as she raises a hand to brush her knuckles softly along his jawline that she’s not going anywhere. Subtly, she parts her knees, just enough to invite him closer as she cants her head to the side. “But, that’s not what this is, is it? That’s not what we’re doing here. Catching feelings.” Violette’s unsure if she’s asking or telling because she knows, given the choice, she’d wrap herself into the man’s arms and never leave. At least that’s how she feels tonight. But, she’d long ago learned the two were like the tide, ebbing and flowing, pushing and pulling — too afraid to ever figure out what they truly meant to each other. 

Eyes flickered to the flesh of her lip between her teeth for a split second, before steadying back on her gaze. Nothing that should. The gentle caress of her knuckles against his stubble made him lean into her touch just slightly. Doug would never admit it out loud, but her touch softened him, no matter how much he tried to fight it. The moment she granted him more space to inch closer, he did. His right hand traveled up to the curve of her waist from its previous place on the railing of the balcony. The words she spoke made the corners of his lips tug up into the smallest grin. If only there was an answer to that question. “This,” he stopped for a second before speaking up again, putting more emphasis on that single word to make sure she knew he was talking about the two of them, “has nothing to do with catching feelings.” Though that was a lie. The careless act, the hurtful words, the fuck ups, but also the gentle touches, the long stares and the hook ups. 

“Pretty sure we’re way past that point.”

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shilohaddams‌:

The witch shut the journal with a huff, unsatisfied with the words or stories that detailed the pages. Nothing interesting or worth sharing noted, as if the journal had been planted among the study for the purpose of this game. Shiloh tossed the book over her shoulder with little regard to where it landed. “Nothing, maybe it was his dream journal because there is no way that he is that squeaky clean”, or maybe it was just the black cloud that seemed to hang over her head this entire night. “My money is that it’s all for show too, we all know that Mad Sweeney doesn’t actually do shit”, she nodded, sitting on top of the desk as emerald hues danced around the room, just taking it all in. “Can you had me that stupid little cat figurine?”, she asked, holding her hand towards the porcelain figure that seemed too innocent to be in a place like this.

“Pretty sure Sweeny knows how to hide a secret,” Doug commented with a simple shrug. After all, being the mayor surely came with its pros and cons, the wolf could imagine. Orbs followed the book as it was thrown over her shoulder, the corner of his lip slightly tugging up at the sight of it, finally landing on the ground with a dull thud. He noticed the subtle change of mood as Shiloh spoke and moved around. He’d seen it with some other witches, too. Something was off, the vibe just wasn’t right and he felt it too. “Mhm, still waters run deep.” The man looked too innocent, but that was just Doug’s opinion. He’d never been the mayor’s biggest fan. Turning his head, his eyes searched the shelf until they landed on the cat figurine in question. With a raised brow, his hand reached out for it and grabbed it, turning it in his hand as his eyes examined the small porcelain figure. Handing it over to her, he couldn’t help but tease. “What? Does it have some dark witch-y powers?”

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“Cry wolf often enough and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.”

                                  ��                               ― Kris Kidd

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shilohaddams‌:

The second her eyes had landed on James Douglas, there was a moment of relief that flooded through her. Shiloh was a woman who was made up of walls, fences, and bullet proof glass. Anything that could be used to keep everything inside of her bottled up, to keep herself in control. Her life was all about control. It kept the dead from ruling her life and the urges inside of her to a minimum. This night was a test of those walls and fences, but Doug was a distraction and release that she needed in that moment. “Maybe later”, she purred with a grin daring to cross her features as she looked up from the book in her hands. “As for anything interesting, not really. Though I’m holding out for the diary of Sweeny’s twisted love affairs or whatever he used to compel an entire town to get here”, Shiloh thought out loud as she abandoned the book, unconsciously combed her fingers over the jagged scar that danced down her shoulder and arm. “This place is a clusterfuck of nothing, I’m about to just start pulling books from shelves for the fun of it.”

Doug mirrored the same grin that was playing on her features. Wouldn’t be the first time, and probably not the last time, either. “Love affairs? Any leverage in there? Maybe we can use it to blackmail him.” There was a certain humor behind his words, it always seemed to be men like the mayor who had some sort of hidden affair. He could enjoy things like that, and would gladly be the one to put this piece of news out in the open. Doug either enjoyed stirring shit, or stayed as far away from it as he could. There was really no in between. “Tell me ‘bout it,” he agreed with a sigh, eyes scanning the other parts of the room he had yet to explore. “Can you understand this man has a library, too, in this goddamn mansion?” Doug expressed with a short roll of his eyes. “Like there ain’t enough books already in here.”

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violxtte‌:

Beryl orbs met the depths of blue-green hues, briefly dropping to the grin that curled his lip and back up. “Sounds lonely,” she shrugged, turning so that her back rested against the railing. Was it such — loneliness that drew the two together? She could admit it started that way. For her, at least. But, somewhere, somehow he’d gotten under her skin. Like the roots of a flower that found life between the cracks in cement lining the sidewalk, she couldn’t shake the feelings that brewed in his presence, ultimately trying to avoid them in the name of self-preservation.

With her head slightly cocked, Violette wondered if she should push it tonight — push him. But, nothing could ever be easy between them. They wouldn’t allow it. “If you don’t want me here all you have to do is say so,” she challenged, her voice soft and low as she hoisted herself up onto the ledge of the balcony. “Won’t hurt my feelings. I’m sure there’s someone down there willing to keep me company.” A simple taunt, dancing the line of provocation — and she wouldn’t be surprised if he realized it as such. But, yet, she lived to coax a reaction from the man, to make his blood boil and his heart race and his stomach flip just as he did to her.

Lonely was a word that definitely described a big portion of Doug’s life. Not because he was a loner, or because he liked his alone time – but because being pack-less made him feel that way. And ever since, it had stuck with him. Pushing people away, keeping his distance, and Violette was no different. Though she had managed to get through a certain layer, one he’d rather not be bared to anyone but himself. Yet there she was. But maybe that was also what kept pulling him back to the blonde, because there was that certain something he just couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard he tried.

He was still facing her, and as she spoke up again, Doug couldn’t help but grit his teeth. Pushing himself away from the railing, he stepped towards her and placed his hands back on the railing, one on each side of her. Inching closer just slightly, he locked his eyes with the witch. James knew exactly what she was doing, because they pulled this shit on each other time after time. “So what is keeping you here?” He retorted back, ignoring her first set of words. He wouldn’t tell her to leave, or to stay. Though deep down he knew he wanted her to do the latter. That didn’t mean he would give into her, not yet. “You’d have to have feelings in the first place in order for them to get hurt.”

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erenkcya‌:

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Eren had made her exit of the home towards the back as she felt a dire need for fresh air and being in a space that wasn’t so recluse that she couldn’t move without brushing another form. With a drink in tow, she had barely brought it to her lips before she heard footsteps venture outside. The familiar scent that was wafted from the wind brought a smile to her lips as she peered over at the male. “Are you coming out here for fresh air or are you wanting to check up on me?” Either could be possible, but needless to say, she was happy that he had been the one to step out rather than one of the witches or leeches. “Have you been having fun?” Footsteps brought the wolf up back upon the porch to join him though the sound of music and happy chatter had only intensified. While she felt surprised that James of all people had decided to join the festivities, she was certain that may have been a resounding sentiments towards her own presence here. Though she could bet on the fact that they probably both regretted having decided to show up.

The longer Doug stayed inside that mansion, the more the uneasiness inside grew. There was something iffy about this whole situation, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. In fact, the moment he saw the familiar brunette walk outside, he decided to follow. It was no surprise that she spoke up without even looking at him. After all, they were no strangers.“A little bit of both, maybe,” he admitted, one corner of his lips tugging up into a lop-sided grin. Doug definitely needed the fresh air, feeling like the walls of the mansion were closing in on him more and more with every second that passed. While he usually wasn’t opposed to a good birthday party – free food and booze – he started to regret coming to this one. It wasn’t always that he trusted his gut, but the vibe was just off. “Oh, I’m having a blast,” James spoke back, though it was evident his words were laced with sarcasm. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, too – figured out who the murderer is yet? If you ask me, there’s too many walkin’ around this place to choose from.”

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“maybe i am a monster. i have sharp teeth and no conscience. i need to draw blood just to feel something. but honey, oh, honey. did you forget? monsters aren’t born, they’re created”

— you never apologized //q.a (via trashelves)

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caitlynnoire‌:

The first thought that soundlessly echoed through her mind was she liked the fliers. She stared at it quite a bit longer than a normal person would trying to figure out how something called a ‘murder mystery’ could look so cheerful. Silently she judged because the flyer wasn’t even a slight tone of orange - and that was a problem. Perhaps she should turn away, violence and murder were never part of her manthra.

Caitlyn almost misses the actor giving a small kick to the person. A loud gasp emits from her lips as she leans foward. “Sorry! Hi I’m Cait!” Then she noticed the crimson material surrounding the figure and quickly placed the flyer over her mouth to cover the squeal that threatened to peak. This was all fake. This wasn’t a real murder. She careully tries to maneuver away from the faux body, but she keeps looking back at it. The worry and motherly concern draws her facial features together in the center. 

The mayor’s theatrics almost make her leap out of her skin, but instead she clashes with the person beside her hard. “Did you hear that a murder?!” Caitlyn mirrored the theatrics of the mayor, but she was quite serious in her slight panic. “Oh sorry. Sorry. I got scared.” She frowned realizing that she probably shouldn’t cling onto strangers like they’re a savior of sorts.”Do you think the killer drank all the orange juice?”

“Mhm, yeah – I was standin’ right here, sweetheart.” Doug wasn’t sure whether the girl was being serious or taking a piss out of the mayor, though he hoped for the latter. Her expression told him otherwise, though. She got scared? Of what? A supposedly ‘lifeless’ body surrounded by strawberry jam? “Right... You doin’ alright?” 

The mention of orange juice just confused the male even more, and as someone who liked to think he’d learned how to read people, she was a big question mark to him. “You want some orange juice?” Doug asked, mostly for clarification. There was no way he’d be able to have a serious conversation with the girl beside him, so it was time to let the sarcastic beast out. “Y’know what they say, don’t ya?” He started, the corners of his lips slightly tugging up into a tiny grin. “Too much vitamin C can cause anger outbursts – you never know, it could end up in murder.”

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ariellexkaplan‌:

The En Suite. Brightly colored on the flyer paper as an off-limits venture and precisely the sort of room which both intrigued Ari and drew her like a moth to flame. Yet discovering the pathway to her intended destination proved more convoluted than one imagined and for the third time, she found herself turning around from a dead end. Once more, she climbed an assortment of stairs leading to the second floor all whilst groaning to herself as calves burned from overuse. “Swear to God, this place has more hallways than a funhouse…” 

Turning his head to the source of the voice, a light laugh rumbled through his chest. “Ain’t that the point of havin’ a mansion?” A subtle smile hinted at his lips as he spoke, though he definitely agreed. “Surely they get lost at least three times a day. I’d lose my fuckin’ mind if I had to live here.” At least, if he had to live her on his own or with a small family. Say it would be used as a pack house or anything like that, he wouldn’t mind it that much. “They got a room for every god damn thing. Who needs a powder room these days?”