Ryker Maliki Williams

“Oh no, really its fine” Trix insisted as she continued to try and force her belongings back into her visibly overfilled rucksack. The banshee eventually tucked the bag between her feet with a sigh as she dug around in her back pocket for a very worn looking map. “But… if you really wanted to help you could give me some directions? It’s been a while since i’ve been in New Orleans, and i’ve kind of gotten myself a little… turned around.” 

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“Are you sure,” blonde questions, apologetic look given to the femme as she rises back to her feet. “Oh uh, I’m kind of new here myself, sort of? I could try and help but I still get turned around myself. Any place you’re looking for specifically?”

Jamie had been spiralling, which wasn’t entirely out of character for him. Usually when this happened he would turn to self medicating, which he often took too far. He had allowed himself to have one bottle too many and subsequently started a fight, which then seemed to turn into a brawl. 

His features were slightly worn and there was blood dripping from his nose, which he had taken to wiping on the sleeve of his shirt as he forced his way through the crowd and out into the fresh air of the front of the bar. 

He could hear footsteps approaching on the gravel and just before he could look up, did the sound of a stool smashing through one of the back windows occur, causing for him to quip “yeah, I wouldn’t go in there…”

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Being back from the dead was a whole new ball game she had never expected to be playing or even expected to be possible. Prior to her death, the idea that the supernatural could even exist was nothing but a joke thrown around in movies and books and yet here she was 4 years after her death and walking around amongst vampires, witches, werewolves and other fairytale creatures. Even months later she still felt like her head was spinning and today seemed to be no different after a long day of work. Blonde headed straight to the bar for a drink to end her day when the sound of breaking glass rose through the air and the male nearby spoke, a sigh falling from her lips. “Right, probably a bad idea,” Aspen hums in response. “Uhm... You know of any other bars around here? Doesn’t have to be anything fancy I could just really use a drink.”

       ❝ do you really want to talk about that night? ❞ // @charlotte-windsor 

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“Not really, no,” Charlie mused, digits stirring at the liquid with the straw in her glass. “It’s not exactly the best memory that I’ve got. Actually probably one of the very few that I wish I could forget.”

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Nic’s gaze was deeply expressive as he glanced towards the brunette who ignored his words and took a seat beside him. He returned his attention towards the girl behind the bar who visibly trembled as his icy gaze found her features and she hesitated at Charlotte’s request and looked to Nic for permission. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signalled that she could proceed as he returned to picking at the peanuts in the bowl. “Was that supposed to sound impressive?” he questioned mockingly. “I can’t imagine maids and butlers would have much to converse over anyway. And that’s why we don’t bother talking to the help.”

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“Impressive,” Charlotte questioned with a laugh. “Hardly. I have no need nor desire to impress anybody of this time. You’d be surprised by the stories the help can tell. Stories of which you couldn’t get elsewhere. At least back in my time and of my status. Gossip was unbecoming of a lady in of my stature but it sure was fun to eavesdrop on those maids when they were sharing the juicy gossip.”

Klaus of course had an angle, after all when didn’t he? He had no option but to pull together as many allies as possible for the struggles that lay ahead and who better on one’s side than a princess? “Good” Klaus mused, gesturing towards the courtyard of the compound “you look well, love. Clearly death agrees with you.”

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A hum was given as the male motioned towards the courtyard, nodding softly before beginning their walk. She wasn’t naive in thinking that the hybrid didn’t have something that he wanted, after all, he was the great Klaus Mikaelson, but he was her friend and she’d hear him out, of course. “Yes, well, I did always try and look my best,” Charlie countered tauntingly, a smile ghosting against her lips. “It does help that I’ve had the last 9 months to adjust to this time period, I suppose.”

An abuse of his power made it easy for Nic to clear out an entire venue and his place of choice had been Rousseau’s. He sat himself at the bar, picking at a bowl of fresh peanuts as horrified customers fought to make their exit as the warlock enjoyed his solace whilst the terrified staff took his order.  “Relax. If I wanted you dead, you would be” he hummed nonchalantly to the woman behind the bar, before the main doors opened and footsteps began to approach. “Invitation only, i’m afraid” he interjected as his head turned towards the interruption. “I’m doing you a favour, the service is shocking.” 

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The emptiness of the bar was unusual to say the list, Rousseau’s having been the one place she’d spent most of her time since her return from being dead. The single frame that sat at the bar forcing her brows to crease together as her gaze moved from his figure to the bartender on the opposite side of the bar, fear evident in her demeanor as Charlotte approached the bar, taking a seat beside the male, ignoring his words as she gave the female behind the bar a smile. “Whiskey please,” the wolf spoke softly. “On the rocks.” A hum soon fled her lips as she turned to face the male, a brow rising before giving a shake of her head. “I happen to find the service here rather delightful,” Charlie countered. “Much better conversationalists than the maids and butlers I had back home.”

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“Perhaps it was just your attention I was after, love” Klaus hummed as his steel blue hues glanced over the other inquisitively “and now that it is your attention I have, might I suggest you join me for a drink? I believe we have much to catch up on.”

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“Well you’ve got it,” Charlotte countered, a faint grin playing at the corners of her lips before shaking her head. “As if I’d ever say no to a drink. Far too much to catch up on, I’m not even sure where to begin.”

Laughter fell from the wolf’s lips as she gave the hybrid a shake of her head, amusement etching across her features. “Are you kidding,” Charlotte retorted. “I have actual freedom to do whatever I want. Nobody telling me what to say, what to do, when to say and do it, where to be when, who to be with. This is like... Heaven, basically.”

“Nothing happened,” Charlie shrugged off, pulling her gaze away from the hybrid, busying her digits with the blanket that covered her lap. “I’m fine, promise. Just not doing so great at the whole sleeping thing though. To be expected though, I mean I was asleep for the last few centuries essentially, right?”

“And do tell what debt it is you want repaid, Niklaus,” Charlotte countered. “I’m afraid a few centuries in the ground has brought with it quite a bit of repressed memories.”

“You don’t even know me, sweetheart” Charlotte countered. “Love is such a strong word for two complete strangers.”

An icy glare was shot at the male as she took in a deep breath, gathering her composure was she fixed her shirt. “And let me guess,” Charlie countered. “You’re going to arrest me? Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to plow me over in metal death trap he has here.”

[ anne hathaway | she/her | 34 ]  rumor has it that charlotte windsor has been seen wandering around town. they are a werewolf who is one of the resurrected. they are known to be evasive but deep down they are independent. when it comes to the brewing conflict in new orleans they’re on the side of the queen's guard.

Garrett tilted his head to the side as she judged him. “I thought I had to wear scrubs, but I can get a dress for tomorrow, if you prefer?” he questioned with amusement. Whoever she was, it was definitely important. And she most likely was a hardass of a boss. Great luck, Gar, he thought to himself. “Yes….” He blinked at her rude question, feeling like Grace owed him a lot for saving her. “They’re religious. I’m their Grace of God type of thing…. Do you need me to do anything, Ms. Vargas? Or are you just going to roast me until the shift is up?”

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A humorous grin soon crossed her features at his retort, dark hues scanning the male for a moment before she eventually reclined herself backwards in her office chair, a single leg being pulled over her other as she twirled her pen between her digits. Brows quickly rose at his answer, a laugh easing from her lips as she shook her head. “Right, I’m sure you are,” Carina quipped. “No, I think I’d prefer to continue ‘roasting’ you as you put it. What’s your real name, Grace?”