#codie-mohren

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@codie-mohren ; THE ALLEY

ANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN — You can walk away, rockstar. You don’t owe them this part of you. Actually, you don't owe them shit. Let them sit on their old couches reeking of dampness and street — It builds character! They sure as fuck need it, squishy babies— 

[LOGIC — SUCCESS CHECK] A nice gesture will gain their trust, boss.

— Besides, his ass hurts from the worn things the children dare call cushions. A few bucks spent on brand new, comfortable, seats is worth every penny if he is going to spend precious time in the Alley; he is not young anymore, his back complains and cracks when he gets up in this form. Ael has had enough. He complained so much about it, Cedar and Elaine didn't question his purchases when he needed their help to load the jeep. There were knowing looks and knowing smiles, but no words exchanged more than strictly necessary. A nice change of pace, even if at the sacrifice of his ego and wallet. 

Not a sacrifice, champ. No, it's not. Money matters little to him in this existence, and if he thought over how fun it will be seeing the children comfortable — 

[SISTER'S SHADOW] Are you still trying to earn her forgiveness, you pathetic creature? She’s not listening.

The car stops. The door slams shut. 

That's not it. He needs no forgiveness, let alone from ghosts best forgotten. It's simply — Well, the state of the Alley is sorrowful. Pitiful. Children who willingly hang out in such an environment are more likely to — 

[THE BEAST] Commit mass murder!  [THE BOY] ... not brush their teeth before bed. 

And have fleas. He really doesn't want to deal with fleas. Plucking the box of snacks out of the back, he walks in with an easy smile — If they can see the nail marks on his skin from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel, not his problem. 

“Hey kid — brought some gifts over.” Why did you place the box of cow tales on top, boss? Is it because you caught a sniff of her scent before walking in? You fucking sof- “Are you gonna help me unload the car or will you claim first picking on the snacks?” He shakes the box he is holding, watching Codie with a tilted head and a small smile.

[huntedarte]

The hand on their shoulder interrupts their runaway thoughts, and to their credit, Arte doesn't flinch away from the touch. Improvement after over a year of trying to be a person, and they try to give Codie a shaky smile in return. She's not trying to be accusatory, or even mean, just asking questions that Arte doesn't know how to answer.

They listen to her suggestions. Talk to the other Alphas. See what the other packs have been doing. It all makes sense, and seems simple enough that Arte probably should have known that already. But they wonder if any of them would even listen to anything Arte had to say. But their mind drifts to the hunters, to the bloodbath of that night. They had experienced firsthand a hunter's cruelty, even when they believed they had won.

A cruel smirk and mocking laugh is imprinted on their senses and Arte's entire body freezes in the midst of panic. "I..." What would the hunters do for revenge? It was the very same feeling that had overtaken them and pulled them to the cat cafe, sleeves still spotted with blood. "No one s-should be alone," they say finally, echoing their words from that night. "But... I don't know if... will p-people listen?" To them?

It makes sense that they don't know - and, really, Codie's not trying to make them feel bad. Curiosity and a rather blunt nature doesn't exactly help that along though. She's trying. "Hey, it's alright - I'm just tryin' to figure out how things work here in Port Leiry."

Codie reaches over and touches their shoulder, shakes a little. "Ease up, 'kay?" She gives them a smile, and withdraws, turning their attention more to the path ahead of them and the forest around them. Beautiful place. Different, but - she likes the air here. It makes her feel like she can take her time, not rush.

"Me? Well - I'd probably meet with the other Alphas, if it were me. See what the other packs are up to, what they're doing. I keep hearing all this stuff about the hunters going after witches, yeah? I'd wanna make sure we're strong enough to defend ourselves before they strike again. Because they're obviously - like, gonna, right?"

[ofvalor]

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed ! - devon/codie

"The plan was to look! Like always!" Codie shouts back at Devon, shoulders bunching up towards her ears, teeth bared - she looks more like a feral animal like this than she has in some time - but the side effects have started to settle in from her so-called 'looking'. Her skin has taken on an almost gray pallor, and her sclera have started to darken into black. "I can't help what goes wrong, but I know I can get information like this - it's the only thing I can do for us right now, since I can't actually fucking go over there."

[radicalraff]

✨ - One assumption my character has about your character. (codie)

Codie's been such a sweet little guy on the few occasions they've had to meet; he can't really see her ever not being nice like that, even if he knows that's probably not the case (especially on full moons) but he sort of assumes she just has endless patience for people.

[visioncursed]

JAMIE MILLER — THE CONCLAVE GALA

Jamie's not a fan of Galas, she's not a fan of being among so many other witches, and she's not a fan of being a representative of her coven ...but she has a situationship ( @codie-mohren ) to impress. She actually tries this time and leaves the leather jacket behind for a brand new outfit - courtesy of her best friend - and jewelry, which belonged to her mom. Jamie's gonna make the best out of an uncomfortable situation.

[aviel-gillinski]

He waggles eyebrows at her when she seems to brighten up at the mention of his current meal. Aviel turns it a bit so she can get a good look. "Sure does exist. Food truck over there throws just about anything on top of macaroni. Think you could even get cap'n crunch on there - and while I'm adventurous, I had to stick to savory for lunch this time." He grins, stabbing a few noodles with a sideways shrug.

"Never bad. Just... a bit off-kilter. Like I should be turning with the world, but I've gotten a branch in the spokes of my wheel. Think it's a mix of empty nest syndrome and wanderlust." He takes another bite. "You having a better day than me at least, darlin'?"

The best way Codie's been able to manage all of the everything about being in a new city, trying to contain the whole 'wolf' thing here - was doing her daily runs at the park. Like a fuckin' dog let off a leash or somethin'. Either way, a few miles down and she was starving. The protein shake wasn't cutting it at all - food trucks nearby were smelling fantastic and she just had to try something new. After all she'd had back east.. the food was the best part of Port Leiry, really.

Giant box of vittles in hand, she plops down nearby the older man without even thinking - only to hear him start speaking to her. Face brightening, she turns and nods - chewing quickly so she can respond. "Pulled pork mac 'n cheese?! That exists?" Her face is the very picture of ecstatic.

"But - you feelin' bad? Somethin' happen, stranger?" Her deep southern drawl probably sounds like she's got marbles in her mouth, but she's excited. No time to enunciate.

[aviofruin]

who: @codie-mohren where: the woods

The whole thing was absolute bullshit.

Avi knew that the moment the slurred words left the stranger's mouth. Climb up up up, to the highest spot. Just climb and the rest will fall in place. Something about changing perspective and clearing his head. Shaking the grief off his shoulders before it settled too deep again.

It was still bullshit by the time he gets to the top of the tree. But his shoes are already caked in mud, his shirt sort of snagged on a branch, and the ache in his chest still sits heavy, so there isn't much left to lose here. He lets his head fall against the tree, legs dangling. The world continues to spin and there's still about 10 shots and a sex on the beach running through his veins.

He can sober up here. Breathe. Maybe pretend, for just a minute, that things aren't so suffocating. That he's not biting off far more than he can chew.

A rustle from below pulls him away from his angsting.

Avi takes a second to peer over, to catch a proper look of the figure, biting down the hurgh that bubbles up from the movement. "Halt!" The theatricality is lost in the alcohol and is replaced by a very lazy version of it. "State your purpose, or...shit - something, I don't know."

[mangemaw]

blacktop mile

who: @codie-mohren

Spring's here - you can tell because it doesn't fucking hurt to stand outside.

And there's trouble brewing. Avi Hassim is leading Harford and Yuisa Echevarria is leading Warwick. It's coke for a brewing fight that's still in its cold stages, but the old understandings that kept Warwicks' fangs behind its muzzle are fraying, and it shows.

Blacktop mile is active at night, and people are showing off. Cars, bikes. It's an almost impromptu block party, and the fucking cops know not to come down here - especially when the Echevarrias are involved - because then sometimes the cops don't make pension.

She doesn't normally indulge in this pissing-match bullshit. She trusts Warwick blood to keep cool - flared tempers are for mongrels. But she's got beads on names and one of those names is here.

Yuisa's talking with some old-head biker about her R 18, defending it because the vintage R 18s look like fucking legos and there's nothing wrong with the sexy curves of modernity when she sees that name, and she finishes her talk, dismissing dude with with a tight squeeze and moves up on Codie Mohren, rolling the bike up to the curb beside her, yanks her helmet off, and holds it out to her.

"Hey, pizza-shop girl," she calls over the roarious purr of the engine. "You got a second? Hop on."

[anikabooker]

closed  — @codie-mohren

She was almost certain now that this place was haunted — or she was hexed to be chased down by her ghosts, for some unknown reason to her. No witch had fallen dead at her feet recently. Perhaps something that had to change — maybe when the town was rid of some, those phantom faces would poof out of existence too.

That face — brought back memories she couldn't fully remember; perhaps a smell, or a taste, or her own voice that sounded different then. Softer, younger —

The longer she stared, more fragments of a shattered mosaic kept coming together. The other woman's name, the sound of metal bars — a plea, that had been answered and a punishment for daring to grant the weak mercy. No, not mercy — freedom. You can either be feared, or be gone. She didn't understand the meaning of it then. Hated that voice, and who it belonged to.

When Anika stood up from her bar stool and approached Codie, a man was already sliding next to her. "Seat's taken." shot out, before the man could fully settle down. He towered over her. Then scoffed at her unyielding frame and moved past the hunter, through the crowd of people. Mossy hues found the woman again, as she allowed herself to take the seat that had been vacant all along.

"You've made it out." she spoke. "How long's it been?"

[fina1kill]

   giving codie her full attention, she leaned in a little to hear better over the music before she's raising an eyebrow at her; the comment wasn't uncommon for her to hear, but she still smiled in return nonetheless. "wait you really think i'm pretty?" she teased before she's soon doing a hairfip to match her playful tone.

"but seriously? i'll be honest, talking up a storm to men who keep asking for discounts is exhausting! and i'm kinda hungry! do you wanna get outta here and go get pizza with me or something?" vira asked suddenly as her tone shifted from work mode to just her usual speaking voice; more relaxed & more nonchalant. "come with me, I need to get my stuff!" she said while pulling the other with her towards the change rooms.

The physical contact is so much - she already runs way hot because of the werewolf stuff, but here in the club, she feels like she's turning into a full on furnace. She didn't know the dancers were allowed to drink, either, and turns to ask that question when Vira speaks again.

Codie's mouth opens and closes, tilting her head. "Real talk, I don't think I wanna do the whole 'great time' thing -- That okay?" She offers a wide grin in return, hoping that it's not offensive. "I'm sure there's plenty of other people you can get, though! And you're super pretty so it's not that!"

She holds up her hands. "I just kinda wanna chill and talk 'n stuff."

[cityofruinrp]

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[solishealer]

@rivenfate​ said ❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

           The blonde whirled around, fury written plainly across their face. “Shut you out? I’m not shutting you out, Codie. You’re the one running around with the rat behind my back,” they spit out. “After everything she’s done, everything she put you through, you just take her back like she did nothing wrong, and she’s going to hurt you again. And I’ll be the one left to pick up the pieces again.” Their chest was heaving with the exertion and they hated that this clearly still affected them more than they wanted it to. They wanted to be rid of Murphy Reed and the hold they still had over their best friend. “Is she really worth all of this?”

[ofvalor]

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner? - for codie

sexy headcanon meme. 

She’s definitely the type to go for someone who looks like they could bench press her or throw her across the room no problem. Apparently she likes a little danger in her sex, so even if they’re not physically strong, showing prowess in other skills ( magic, namely ) will get her interested. Also, she’s apparently a moronsexual. 

[wercisms]

Hurting her? No, he wasn't exactly, but he sure as hell was annoying her with his drunken-laden ideas. "I'm fine, and he'll be fine," she shrugged as she looked over at the brunette, happy to just be away from men even if it was just for a bit. "I promise I'm harmless, by the way, you can join me if you want"

Codie saw the scene play out and raised her eyebrows - violence for violence's sake wasn't usually her bag but.. in this case it seemed like the guy deserved it. But when attention turns to her, she just shrugs and shakes her head. "Nope, uh, not my business."

The guy was shaking his arm out and she steps by to let him go, sticking out a foot as he went so he'd faceplant into the concrete.

"..anyways. He wasn't hurting you or anything, right?"

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