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@ . . . . the bayou ( 0 / 4 )
WATER THREADS through her arms, each stroke slow and willowy as she glides through the slippery warmth. it’s the only exercise she can stomach, helping her mind to stay still as she focuses on the stretch of her muscles and every swift kick of her legs. she swims until she feels the familiar ache settling in her bones, only then does she retreat to the shore. her hair is a soaked mess of crimson which she pushes impatiently behind her ears, the curls tangled under the dappled sunlight. brown eyes, wide as a doe but lacking in their innocence, meet those of another and her brows raise in surprise. “i honestly thought it was too early in the day to see another soul out here.” the words leave her a touch breathless after the long swim. she reaches for her towel, pressing it to damp skin, pale lips settling into an ever present frown. “don’t let me stop you. water’s real nice this morning.”
WREN HAD TO BE THE WORST HUNTER OUT THERE. It was partly because he was still new to the job and getting used to all the tricks of the trade, and partly because his heart wasn't in it. He wanted to heal, not harm, and that created a hesitancy that often caused him to miss his prey. The night had been precisely that--- he was chasing a vampire through the bayou area, the vampire kept dodging his attack attempts, and eventually, they disappeared before the sun came out. Now, he had to trail back home and hope his dad didn't ask him how his night went.
But on his way, he heard a woman's voice and paused. He didn't expect to see someone else in the area this early, and it caused him to be nervous. Though vampires were out now, it didn't mean he felt comfortable identifying himself as a hunter to civilians. He knew the word would bring an array of emotions, and he himself didn't feel like he fit the title. So, when she mentioned the water, he took it as the excuse he needed to justify his presence.
".... Good. I love swimming." He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheek growing warm at the lie. It wasn't a complete lie, he didn't mind swimming, but swimming in a water that could have snakes and other creatures wasn't his idea of fun. Still, he didn't want to seem suspicious, so he placed his gear down and started taking off his shoes, "...Do you come here often?"
WHO: Ivan Burke & Kozen De Vos (@deadhymn) WHERE: Ivan's little lab
IVAN WAS OBSESSIVE BY NATURE. It was both a benefit, such as when he's working on a patient and refuses to give up on them until he fixes their ailment, but it was also a curse as well, such as now. He was studying some vampire blood that he got from someone who got a little too close to his lab and was comparing it to his own. He wanted to see the molecular differences between the two, so he could start piecing together how to adjust it and potentially bring Grace back to the world of the living. He was so focused on his work that he didn't realize his eyes were starting to drift off --- not until he woke up hours later with a bit of drool on his notes and KOZEN DE VOS in his lab.
"Shit." He murmured, eyes squinting as he readjusted to his lab. He tried to read the clock, but his eyes were still a bit blurry from the remnants of sleep and he couldn't make out the number. "How long was I out?"
WHO: Wren Kang & Dmitry Vasiliev (@noxastras) WHERE: Outside After Hours
WREN KNEW IT WAS FOOLISH TO FOLLOW A VAMPIRE TO A BAR FILLED WITH VAMPIRES, BUT HE HOPED THAT FOOLISHNESS WOULD CAUSE THE TARGET TO LET THEIR GUARD DOWN. He had caught the vampire drinking a girl's blood a couple of weeks ago, and though the girl seemed like a willing participant, his hunter background taught him that all vampires need to be staked -- no matter if they appeared harmless. He also wanted to make up for the moment of hesitation he had during his last solo hunting adventure, with the vampire's fleeing body still haunting his mind most nights.
But though he accounted for a lot of things, what he didn't expect to see was the very vampire he was thinking of. His eyes landed on DMITRY VASILIEV and he froze, much like that day not long ago. He forced his eyes away and back towards his target, but much to his dismay, the vampire had disappeared into the bar and his chance was lost.
He should've called it a night and went home, but something in him drew him back to the vampire. So, instead of leaving, he found his body walking towards the man he should've killed before. He spoke in a hushed tone so no one aside from the man could hear the conversation, "What the hell are you doing here?"

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WHO: Ria & Grace Burke (@corvelum) WHERE: Crossroads Motel
RIA HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED THE HUMAN WORLD BEFORE. She was born and raised in hell, barely stepping foot outside her father's domain. It made navigating this new world tough because she was clueless to most humanly devices and emotions, but it also exciting as well. Every day was a new adventure for her, including her job as a reception at the Crossroads Motel.
She didn't know much about having a job or really what a receptionist or a motel was, but somehow, she managed to get the role. Although she's learned some stuff since getting hired (like don't throw flames at the guests--- most aren't fireproof), there was still a lot she didn't know. So, she relied on GRACE BURKE and the other employees to answer her questions.
And this was one such instance. A box next to her starting making a noise and it freaked her out. She pushed herself away from the desk before calling out, "Gracie!" She whined, looking like a dear in headlights, "This box thingie is making a weird noise!"
WHO: Samael & Jahmir Burke (@heartatrophy) WHERE: Outside After Hours
SAMAEL WASN'T A BIG FAN OF SOCIALIZING. He was old, too old by most standards, and he just wanted to rest for an eternity. He lost his role as an archangel, had to deal with the reckoning of falling from grace and ending up in hell, and now he was stuck on earth because of a witch's bond. He had enough excitement to last him several lifetimes, and he just wanted some peace and quiet in the middle of the chaos.
And he had it for a brief second. Outside After Hours with a cigarette in hand and the muffled music in the background, it almost felt peaceful--- or as peaceful as a demon could get. But, there was no rest for the wicked, and he felt that sentiment as a shadow flashed across his eyes. He opened his eyes and spotted JAHMIR BURKE near him, his jaw clenching at the unwanted interrupting. "I'm not buying whatever you're selling, kid. Try some of the folks inside."
WHO: Samael & Katherine Marin (@faeriscare) WHERE: The Bayou
SAMAEL WASN'T TOO PICKY WHEN IT CAME TO COMMISSIONS. As long as the person existed and the client was willing to pay the price, he was open to hearing them out and gauging whether the job was worth the effort. This current job was to track down a lone wolf that had piled up a large amount of debt in one of the neighboring towns and was now hiding out in Lafleur. All he knew was that she liked to hang around the bayou and her general description, but that was usually enough for him.
Except this time. He spotted what he thought was the target, and he went in for the grab. He wasn't supposed to kill this one--- just drag them back to the client so payment could be received, but the moment he reached his arms out to grab the target, he realized it was the wrong person. His hand clasped the girl's before he realized who he ran into--- KATHERINE MARIN, one of many annoyances he comes across. Just freaking great. "Uh--" He paused, realizing this must've looked strange. He didn't know how to explain his work without more questions arising, so he simply pulled his hand away and nodded, "... Go back to whatever the hell you were up to."
WHO: Samael & Ximena Cavazos (@deadhymn) WHERE: Last Stop
SAMAEL'S LONG EXISTENCE MEANT HE HAD SEEN TOO MANY PLACES TO NAME. Every town he follows Ximena to blends together in his mind, a stark reminder of his role as an immortal and the ties that bound him to the human realm. He wouldn't say he preferred this to hell, for either way, all he wanted as to be left alone and wallow about his fate. Sadly, the longer he stayed in one place, the more solitude (aside from the pesky witch he's tied to) remained out of reach.
He gathered two beers and sat across from the one who wrapped a leash around him and made him a reluctant companion, XIMENA CAVAZOS. He slid one over to the witch before cracking open his own, letting the liquid settle on his tongue before he spoke, "How much longer are we staying here?" His eyes shifted over the crowd of people wandering around the establishment before he added, "People are getting too comfortable. Some human just tried asking me out."
APPLICATION.
✞ 「 wing-shaped scars carved into your back, carrying memories that haunt your dreams. The exhaustion that comes with a lifetime of built up resentment and the disappearance of your loved ones. The feeling of an invisible chain keeping you tethered to a world you long to abandon. 」 agender. he/him. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying SAMAEL is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 500 year old bounty hunter since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a demon (fallen angel) and have been here for four months. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a indifferent, stubborn & cynical reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the Alperen Duymaz wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est. *ximenas demon wc

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APPLICATION.
✞ 「 the weight of familial expectations burdening your shoulders, longing to play god and turn back time, test tubes and research books littering your room and makeshift lab 」 cisgender male. he/him. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying IVAN BURKE is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 35 year old surgeon since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human and have been here for all his life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a intelligent, obsessive & reclusive reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the jacob anderson wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est.
APPLICATION.
✞ 「 the burden of being the only son remaining acting like a noose around your neck, hands shaking as you look for your prey, are you the hunter or the hunted? you don’t know which one you are— you don’t know which one you want to be 」 demi man. he/they. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying WREN KANG is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the 25 year old nurse since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human (hunter) and have been here for all his life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a softhearted, cowardly & loyal reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the hudson williams wannabe's story. ╲ 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 alyx, 27, she/her, est.
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Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac The Vampire Lestat 3.01
ALPEREN DUYMAZ └ Emrah Amir / Çukur

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