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[oh-roxy]

"Aw, poor baby. If Daddy told you how special you are more, could we have avoided all this unpleasantness?" Roxy had always found it easy to poke fun at Tommy, only now her words held an edge. She didn't particularly care about him switching sides, but it was surprising. And it was bad for business. She snorted at his question, dreading thinking of a world where Wendy Star could live forever. "They'd have to bring back stakes, there would simply be no other choice. She's nothing if not persistent, though."

As she watched him, Thomas raised a brow to mirror her own, almost daring her to keep verbally assaulting him. She was just so much better at it than Harry was, you know? At her laugh, he did find himself smiling. He couldn't help it; mocking Frederick had always been funny. "A shocking revelation for him, I'm sure." Thomas snorted and scrunched up his nose, "God, is she still throwing herself at the three of them? Can you imagine having to deal with her for eternity if someone actually cracks and vamps her up?" Talking to Roxy was too easy. He'd have to be careful here.

[oh-roxy]

"I wouldn't dream of it. You can only trust one person implicitly, and that's yourself," Roxy said matter-of-factly before flashing a grin. "And me, of course. Honestly, though, I could fry a vampire without giving it a second's thought. No doubt about it, I'm not worried about that. I've just been thinking about that redheaded darling of a vampire from the Manor... Suzy Compton. Cute, right?"

Meghan always enjoyed when the two of them got to go out and cause some chaos. It wasn't often both of them were allowed free time together, but when it happened, the town was in for a hell of a show. She dropped her glass on the counter, following the other to the dance floor. "Depends on the vampire, but in general, they can be fun. Just don't let your guard down, can't trust any of them."

[oh-roxy]

"That's my girl," Roxy grinned, their shot glasses clinking together before they threw them back. If every day was like this, Roxy would be less inclined to complain about the dome. It was an opportunity, there was no denying that. And, of course, the one and only Engel-resident and legendary First Warlock- was within walking distance. Pros and cons. "Let's go," she said, leading Meghan to the dancefloor. Even in their inner circle, most knew to give them space unless invited in. "Quick question. Vampires, yay or nay? Not for anything serious, obviously but you know."

Meghan loved Roxy so much, it was nice to have another warlock around that got her. The witches were boring, and she didn't trust most of the people around her. She smirked as the shots were lit on fire. "Yes, we are! And if you didn't, I would do it myself." She picked up the shot clinking it with Roxy's glass.

[oh-roxy]

"That's the spirit," Roxy grinned. There was nothing that made living in this tragic little town more bearable than nights like this. Roxy waved for the bartender to pour them two more doubles, waving her hand over them both to set them on fire. Purple flames, for flare. "After these, we're dancing. I am not above threatening the DJ's life to play our song."

Meghan hadn't been the most active around town for a bit she had been working on some spells for Frederick, and some of it had been pretty taxing on her. But she had done and now had some free time to enjoy herself. She had been hanging around Cal's Club recently, drinking a fair amount losing track of how many at this point.

"You know I think this might not be strong enough."

[oh-roxy]

Roxy could sense what she was the same way any warlock (or witch) could. But there was something wrong. There was something off about her. Of all the warlocks Roxy had ever met, power hungry or cold, she'd never seen one panic like this. Like they didn't know what was going on. Roxy very much wanted to know what was going on with her. She wanted to know more about her power and why she clearly wasn't using it.

Then again... Roxy wasn't really the helpful type. "I don't know if I have that kind of time."

The town thrummed around Agatha, a relentless, pulsating organism of sights, sounds, and sensations entirely foreign to her. It was a symphony, yes, but one composed of dissonant chords and jarring rhythms; a constant, shifting tapestry of smells, some acrid and metallic, others sweet and cloying, all assaulting her senses in a bewildering rush. Cars, sleek and monstrous, whizzed past with a predatory grace, their horns erupting in a ceaseless cacophony that clawed at her eardrums, each blare a fresh assault on her already fractured consciousness. People flowed around her like a turbulent river, a relentless stream of faces, all a blur of hurried purpose and veiled expressions. They brushed past her, their shoulders meeting hers with a fleeting, impersonal touch, leaving behind only the ghost of their presence and the amplified sense of her own isolation. Each hurried glance, each incidental brush of a shoulder, each whispered conversation she couldn't decipher, felt like a puzzle piece, exquisitely crafted, yet impossibly shaped, refusing to fit into any conceivable picture.

The architecture loomed over her, monuments of stone. These buildings, a complex, towering maze of sharp angles and reflective surfaces, served only to disorient her further, amplifying her sense of being utterly lost within their cold embrace. The sun, a pale disc in the smog-choked sky, offered no solace, its light diffused and weak, failing to penetrate the shadows that seemed to cling to her.

Where was she? The question, a desperate whisper in the echoing chambers of her mind, felt almost redundant. It was less a matter of physical location, more a question of existential displacement. Who was she? This question, a raw, agonizing wound in the core of her being, gnawed at her relentlessly. Both questions reverberated within her, unanswered, a heavy, suffocating weight she carried with every hesitant, uncertain step. The air itself felt thick, heavy with an unspoken tension, a palpable sense of anonymity that mirrored her own.

A deep ache resonated within her chest, a profound and inexplicable longing that resonated with the absence of a familiar anchor. This ache throbbed with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm her. It was a longing for something she couldn't define, a place she couldn't remember, a person whose face was lost to the mists of her memory. It might have been a memory, a phantom limb of her former self, or a connection severed by some unseen force. This feeling, this ache, was a constant reminder of what was missing, the vast, echoing emptiness at the heart of her unknowing, and the fog that shrouded everything. "hello, can you help me?"

[oh-roxy]

COCO JONES

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[oh-roxy]

"Small mercies," Roxy retorted coolly. She raised a brow at him, looking for any sign of reason behind his actions. A hint at how he got here and why. After all, Tommy had been one of Frederick's favourites. A golden boy. The prodigal son. "I'm sure I couldn't say," she started before letting out a little, mean, laugh. "He's seen much better days. Who knew you were so important? Another year of this and even Wendy Star won't be able to tolerate him."

Thomas had to fight hard against his urge to smirk at Roxy's berating, swiftly altering it into an amused sturgeon expression, accompanied by a little one-shouldered shrug. "No need to be bitter just because your own mommy stopped calling." He put the Nerds back on the shelf and turned his attention fully to Roxy. God, how he missed her. Sometimes he wished that this little set up didn't have to be so secretive. "Speaking of bitch babies, how's Frederick doing? He's been looking a bit crispy since I left."

[oh-roxy]

"Oh Tommy, how the mighty have fallen. You must be exhausted, no? Being a little bitch baby clearly takes a lot of energy." Roxy said all of this as a means of greeting. She had played witness to Thomas' dramatic exit from their side, sporting his bloody face courtesy of Frederick Bellefonte. "Was that mommy on the phone?"

"Lily, I'm telling you... The store is out of Twizzlers. Whatever magical power restocks Havensdale clearly doesn't care about our livelihood." Thomas pauses briefly as Lily speaks. "Of course there's no Red Vines. This town has never seen a single Red Vine, you think we're going to get them in this economy? I'll figure something out." He sighed as he hung up the phone, glaring at the candy aisle.

@havensdalestarters

[oh-roxy]

"Oh, me too-," Roxy countered, flashing a sharp grin to Cristina's playful, innocent, tones. There was nothing Roxy liked more than games though so she'd play along. It was one of the things that kept her from dying of boredom under the dome. Or, as a warlock. Even feeling nothing can get old - you have to make you own fun. Too bad hers had taken such a bloody turn over the years.

Roxy could still be a wolf in sheep's clothing, even here. But she didn't have to be. Waving a hand, she used her magic to float leisurely onto the nearby wall - not necessary, she could have jumped but who had the time? She canted her head and looked Cristina over again. Vampires were just so interesting, weren't they? If she were still a witch, she would have been scared.

"Don't hold out on me now... Curfew or no curfew, has there been no carnage? No chaos?"

Cristina smiled, a sly, knowing grin that could disarm even the wariest of souls. It was almost effortless, the way she could slip into someone’s good graces. It had always been like that, even before her transformation—before her fangs, her insatiable hunger, and her trail of bodies. Becoming someone’s favorite person was a skill she’d perfected, a game she played with ease. She was still as charming as ever. Of course, that charm was a double-edged sword, and the edge was as sharp as her smile was sweet.

When her gaze landed on Roxy, Cristina couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I always am a good girl,” Cristina said, her tone dripping with playful innocence, the kind that only made her words more unsettling. Her voice was soft, honeyed, and laced with a hint of mockery as she clasped her hands behind her back.

Unseen, her fingers crossed, the gesture as juvenile as a schoolgirl fibbing to her teacher. It was a deliberate act.

The room felt charged, the space between them alive with an unspoken tension. Cristina’s smile widened ever so slightly, her expression equal parts inviting and dangerous. It was always like this—drawing people in, spinning the web, and savoring the moment they realized they were caught.

And yet, she wasn’t in a rush. This part, the delicate build of trust and suspicion, was too delicious to rush through. After all, Cristina Montgomery had perfected the art of being a “good girl”—just not the kind anyone could truly trust.

[oh-roxy]

Roxy was still a hater when it came to this dome shit but she made do. It was worth it to be in the presence, to learn from, a legend like Engel. If he said it was for a greater purpose then who was she to question it? Still. You really had to make your own fun. She hadn't done too bad over the last 3 years but being exceptional always came naturally to her.

A grin spread on Roxy's face when she spotted Cristina Calero. The day was looking up. "Well, well... If it isn't my favourite vampire. You staying out of trouble today?"

Cristina Calero felt a rush of excitement coursing through her veins, but it was tempered by the weight of unease settling in her stomach. The dome, an imposing metal prison encasing the city, had turned its inhabitants into little more than rats in a gilded cage—trapped, desperate, and entirely at the mercy of those who wielded power. The so-called villains, or “baddies” as the others called them, had taken control. Cristina was one of them now, a far cry from the woman she once imagined herself to be: someone who dreamed of simple pleasures like baking cookies and stealing kisses from girls she adored.

That version of Cristina felt like a distant memory. Now, she was infamous—a serial killer, a vampire, a societal outcast. And yet, what might have once filled her with shame or regret instead brought her a cold, detached sense of purpose. She reveled in the game, calculating her next move with ruthless precision.

Her mind wandered to curfew breakers, the defiant fools risking everything for some ill-conceived sense of altruism. Their actions disgusted her. Risk their lives for others? How tragically naive, she thought with a curl of her lip. As far as she was concerned, they were little more than walking sacrifices, ready to meet their fate at the sharp edge of her fangs.

For Cristina, the rules of survival were simple: adapt, dominate, or perish. And she had no intention of perishing.

[oh-roxy]

little-orphan-annelise​.

Annelise waited for a moment to see if the other was going to add anything, but no. Fine, she could be patient. At the mention of more specific tricks, Annelise couldn’t help but perk up. “Being incredibly talented is always fun. Show me please.” The vampire couldn’t help but let out an audible laugh as the attendee started to thrash about. “The poor thing. How utterly amusing. And was that difficult for you?”

“Thank you. Oh, no. I barely took a breath doing that, honey. If I wanted to... I don’t know, start an earthquake or something, that might take a little bit of effort but this is just playing.” Roxy may have been exaggerating a little but she’d never own up to it. Besides, she did enjoy being impressive. If more people did, there’d be much less witches in the world. “I’m sure you’ve been holding back yourself too. Saving it all up for the day the ‘ominous bosses‘ tell us we’re free to let loose?”

[oh-roxy]

by-winters-cold-hand​.

Quite frankly, Olivia didn’t give a shit. About prom, or the whos-and-whatsits of this stupid war. She didn’t care who these so-called ‘big bads’ were, nor could she care less about what they had planned for this shitty little town. She didn’t think herself important enough to even be on the radar (not that she would necessarily choose to fly under it). There were names she heard in passing, but could she really be bothered to remember them? Nope. Roxy Kane was one of them. There was a vague name, but no face. Though there was a vibe when she approached, y’know?

“I don’t think they could have handled it,” Olivia replied with a shrug, pulling the stalk off the apple and shining it on her knee.

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ.

“Oh, I have no doubt,” she smiled, not waiting for an invitation to take a stand by Olivia. She wasn’t being too buddy buddy about it but it was clear Roxy wasn’t just passing by. She knew she had to be careful. Warlocks could be nasty, herself no exception, and she didn’t really have time for this to turn into a fight. Roxy wanted to press her, see how fond she really was of her little witch (Meghan’s brother, no less) and, in an ideal world, if he’d ever make the switch. If not... Well, not everyone was going to make it past the cutesy little Founders Festival and that was just too bad.

Roxy considered her. If there was a way to any warlock’s heart, it was magic. The darker, the better. “I haven’t seen you around much before, you know. We don’t exactly have a group chat but it doesn’t hurt to make a connection or two with a like minded friend,” she said this, tapping her razor sharp nails on the railing. “But maybe you’re more of the...loner type?” Roxy glanced at the front door behind Olivia, knowing fine well she wasn’t alone. “What I’m saying is that I think I can make an acquaintanceship worth your while.” Roxy had already reached into her pocket, hand wrapped around a sinister looking pouch (with just a touch of glitter). She pulled it out enough for Olivia to see. “Are you interested?”  

[oh-roxy]

miss-molly-v​.

Thanks, I think? I only know a few hunters in training, and honestly, they’re a lot more intense than me. My parents believe in that whole work-life balance thing, which is nice, but it does mean I have to do my homework every night. If the world needs saving, hopefully it’s more than just me helping out. I’m by no means an expert superhero yet. I think this prom will be special. That’s what the rumor is.

[Molly shut her eyes with a sigh, ready for the older girl to work her magic. And work it did. She felt a warmth and then her neck relaxing for the first time in ages. There was something to be said about witches after all, huh?] You do have a point. I’m Molly. Molly Vaughn. Thank you so much for that, by the way.

You’re very welcome, Molly Vaughn. Regardless of how intense you are, I think it’s always good for a witch to have a friend in a hunter. Somehow we both always end up getting into trouble with the rest of them. [ She lowered her voice, adding extra annoyance to her tone ] Especially with vampires. I won’t keep you any longer though, Molly but- [ she waved a magical hand in her direction, mostly showing off her nails but also- ] There. Now you have my cell number in your contacts. If you need anything... Consider that my calling card. Take care of yourself, Molly Vaughn.

[oh-roxy]

connie-derosiers​.

Fun and drama. Two of my favorite things. There’s a reason why reality tv is such a hit. I am partial to the real housewives, but that’s just me. Oh, who said anything about me paying for the coffee? Wait. You interned for the Stella Bell? I’m jealous, and I’m listening. What an icon. I’ll happily trade you Faye stories for some Stella stories. Fair’s fair, right? That was a very cute threat. Definitely team Meghan now. You’re excellent at this.

Oh, me too. You definitely have your head on right which might be a first for anyone I’ve met in this town. Yes in a different time, different life. She was pretty, mean, talented and loved to get thrown out of clubs. Plus my intern confidentiality obligations are long gone from being a thing. Sounds like a fair trade but we’ll have to do it another time, dear. I have lives to ruin, cute threats to make and all before Meghan’s prom. But here-- Why don’t you give me your phone and we can reschedule.

[oh-roxy]

little-orphan-annelise​  *:･ﾟ★

It was a very small town, so the school wasn’t particularly good, and certain standards had to be met, you see? And yes, I’m technically out of high school, but a girl deserves to go to a party celebrating the ‘life’ she never had. Even if it is horribly boring. That’s so lovely of you to volunteer. I was looking for a snack, but nothing is really appealing to me. What sort of trick?

“Interesting,” she hummed, thinking only briefly on the vampire’s history. The story of the small town girl seeking any entertainment she could was a sad, familiar story. Not that Roxy cared to swap stories, of course. “Well, all sorts of tricks. I’m incredibly talented. See-,” she waved a red nailed finger in some hapless attendees direction and watched as they started to freak out, jumping, shrieking. As if there were any number of creepy crawlies coming for them. It abruptly stopped. “That’s sure to get the blood pumping.”

[oh-roxy]

bad-kitty-katriel​:

                                That’s the minimum level of expected chaos, if you’re lucky you’ll get all three birds with one stone. But separately is fine too. Awww, well I’m sure you were the best queen they’ve ever had.  Good point, and I’ve always wondered what I’d look like as a blonde.

                                Consider me interested. Why don’t I meet up with you after at whatever pretty yet stupid boy’s house the after-party is at? We can carry on the chaos together and ditch when it gets too damn boring. Oh, I was. I’ll bet.

You better get ready then, you’ve got a lot of dreams to crush. See you after, Kitty Kat.

[oh-roxy]

declanmagicaltate​:

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞.

“𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭.”

@oh-roxy​

▂✫⌒*･ﾟ

“It better otherwise what would be the point?” Her tone was teasing and the irony of her being somewhat friendly with a witch wasn’t lost on her. After all, she’d met a warlock who had done much the same with her, before.

Funny how things worked out. “Where are you going in as such a hurry, anyway? A town as boring as this, there must be something on fire,” she asked, a smirk on her lips, “Or is it another ‘good deed'?”