i like men on their knees

✦ ZOEY DEUTCH, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ DELILAH BARLOWE the TWENTY SEVEN year old has been in Hidehill for SIX MONTHS and was a STRANGER to Jade Parker, the missing  first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the CO-FOUNDER/OWNER OF HOUSE OF DIOSCURI/TV CULTIST who lives in HORWICK. She is said to be IMAGINATIVE and FLIGHTY but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { NADIA, 30, CST, SHE/HER. }

STATISTICS 

NAME: Delilah ‘Lilah’ Jade Barlowe

AGE: Twenty-Seven

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Zoey Deutch

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Currently Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 5'4"

DATE OF BIRTH: May 28th, 1995

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High School Equivalency

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: N/A, formerly Catholic

OCCUPATION: Co-Founder of House of Dioscuri and TV cultist

HOMETOWN: Anywhere, USA

NEIGHBORHOOD: Horwick

CHARACTER HISTORY (TW: RELIGION, INFIDELITY, GASLIGHTING, CULT)

open to: delilah barlowe | @cellophanekiss​ location: upstairs room of house of dioscuri

Cade reached out for her between tossed pillow and untucked blankets that were laid every which wait on the California king. He pulled at the blankets under her until he felt silk change for the warmth of her body. Some nights, he slept alone on his side after they both pushed themselves off of each other for some peace and isolation. Others, he found himself on the floor because he never made it on to the bed. Most nights, though, Cade found himself searching for her when morning light was ready to break into the top floor of House of Dioscuri where they resided once the club had finally become silent.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, face buried in the crook of her neck to take in the smell of her that was no longer corrupted by the perfume of the night or someone else’s smell. There just Delilah and no one else, her alone and his to share only later in the day. There was a time where the comfort that came from her was a sin, where a pit would drop in his stomach and he’d force himself to feel ashamed at how a person could bring him more peace than any other higher power. He gave her too much power, and he should have been weary of it but she kept him sane. No one would ever understand why House of Dioscuri had to come to be, why it needed to stand no matter what.

“Are you awake?” He asked, voice low against her neck.

...

Cold fingertips found her warm body, easing her out of the deep sleep that she had been immersed in. When House of Dioscuri was open, it was a beacon for every chaotic soul in the city, where alcohol flowed and every carnal desire came out to play. They offered a haven, opposite of what their parents preached and taught, for those who were told they were irreparable. A small moan escaped her lips as she slowly woke, his arms wrapped her around tightly. It was a small notion, reminding her that no matter what else came into their lives, they had each other.

There was something about them that made them withstand all the shit that had been hurled at them. They were forged in the same manner: told that to find absolution they had to believe in a higher power. As Mary, she thought she needed to be pure to have the perfect life and to find the man who would love her like God loved her. Once she became Delilah, she realized all she needed was in Cade's arms. The two shared a love for each other that wasn't taught in the bible, or any other book. It shamed what the preacher evangelized and knew that every sermon he spewed was full of lies. Once she realized her entire life had been a sham, she let herself feel something that should have been reserved for his holiness, for Cade instead.

"No," she mumbled tiredly, tightening his arms around her, "do you need me to suck your dick so you can go back to sleep?"

tiff: hey sweetheart

tiff: wanna like.. treat me to a new manicure?

tiff: i know you do

It was more crowded in here than he expected, the living room already feel congested as Jae made his way through, stopped by the herd before he could reach the bar. An unfamilar voice caused him to turn. “I was just on my way to get something. I can get you a drink too if you’d like,” he replied, glancing down at her, thinking that her face nor voice felt familar to him in the moment.

...

She let out a moan, “yes, please, that would actually be great,” Cade had run off, even though he promised to grab her a drink before he scurried off, so now she was left to her own devices, “I’ll just come with you,” she smiled at the stranger, “I just hope there’s something other than shitty keg beer.”

“How have I been?” Dion asked, and then softer, “How have I been? Not as good as it feels finally getting paid. How about you, and exactly why the fuck are you walking around with a grand?”

Dion looked down to the small purse, slightly impressed by how much she managed to shove inside it. He refocused almost instantly, the same look of disappointment and amusement crossing his features once more. 

...

“You know I am good for it,” she looked back at him, giving a little nudge on his arm, “we have just been so busy at the club,” she grabbed a drink out of a strangers hand, needing something to wash the pill down.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She looked down at her purse, “I wish I had more so I could give it to you. You know I don’t want to lose your business DiDi,” she gave him a pout as she leaned into him for a hug, even if she could feel him wanting to run away at the sight of her.

–

“heard you going for a french 75, so here–just missed out on putting you name on it.” lukas replies with a smirk on his face, delilah’s usual in hand while he was sipping his own on the other. “now…i was looking for you because i wanted to make sure i take photos of everyone tonight. you want to look for a good spot for one or are we good right here?”

...

“YES! Thank you!” She cried out in happiness, finally getting the drink she’d prefer. Carefully, she slipped the tiny yellow pill on the tip of her tongue following it with the sparkling drink. She raised her brows with a nod, “you don’t have to ask me twice,” she looked at her surroundings, “no, I want somewhere else. It better look fabulous and you better get my good side.” Any chance for a photo op was a chance for Delilah to show off and she couldn’t resist.

…

Chase leans against the counter, extending the plastic red cup in his hand in her direction. “I did write a D on it. Does that count?” He smirks as he turns his head to look over at her, dropping his gaze down towards her hand rifling through the bag. “Do I even want to know what you brought here tonight?”

...

“I’ll take it,” she grabbed the awful solo cup from him, downing whatever contents was in it and she cringed, “was that beer from a keg?” She almost wanted to vomit it back up, but refrained from causing a scene, “how have you been baby? I heard about the stabbing,” she grimaced, “once you are better, come by House of Dioscuri and whatever you want, we can provide.” The goal of the club was to have high profile members and the Titans quarterback was on that list of people.

“Funny, because I was about to say the same fuckin’ thing with the money you owe me from that last job, Delilah.”

Dion leaned against the wall, knowing instantly who was behind the gilded mask at the color blocking of curtain bangs that fell out from behind it. The instant purr that fell off her lips was another give away, even more so the way it resonated with a demand. 

...

Her hands stopped digging through her purse as she raised her brows, looking up at the figure towering over her, “you know I have your money, DiDi,” she paused, looking back in her bag, “here, I have a grand, take it and I will get the rest of it to you tomorrow. After a recover from the hangover of course,” she gave him a smile, “I haven’t seen you in so long DiDi, how have you been?”

Open: @hidehillstart

“If you’re talking to me, it better be with a drink in your hand that has my name written on it,” she mumbled, rifling through her clutch, searching for the little party favors she had brought to make the party a little more interesting. She didn’t even know who was hovering over her, just that they were making their presence known.

MANSION PARTY w/ @cellophanekiss​ & @chapelgraves​

Nash walks out the bathroom, brushing his thumb against the bridge of his nose. He turns his head to look around the inside of the party, his tongue gliding along his lower lip as his azure orbs finding the pair across the room. He walks towards them, finding a wall to lean up against near them as he crosses his leg over the other. “You guys came.” His eyes drifting from one to the other. 

...

Delilah took baby steps in her heels, trying to prevent the gold dress from riding further up her thighs. Not that she minded, but she’d rather have it happen at the end of the night instead of the beginning. The party was in full swing as Cade and her walked into the house, complimented in purple and gold, her own eyes looking for the familiar face that they would always find at the end of the night. “Of course,” even with her heels, she still needed to get on her tip toes for her lips to reach him, “couldn’t let you come alone.”

location: lukas’s place open @hidehillstart​

“meow….mRRROoowww…” lukas was woken up by his cat, wednesday, who seemed to be telling him something. it’s either he’s hungry, he needs something or it’s another thing. it was always a rare occasion for him to be like this though. “damn it….wednesday…” he grabs his phone from his bedside table to check the time. “it’s just six in the morning, are you hungry?” finally, he notices a series of loud knocks on his door. the man gets out of his bed with only wearing his boxer shorts, so he grabs his robe and puts it on, before he heads to the door. “look…it’s six in the morning, and i don’t expect any visitors at this time of day….so tell me what you’re knocking on about.” he simply says, not really noticing who was the person on the other side of his door.    

...

Delilah stomped up the stairs, looking for the apartment in question. Despite her small frame and delightful personality, she didn’t take kind of to people ripping her off. No matter what the reason was. She had started the club with Cade with money from investors that the two earned with a lot of hard work and she refused to let some little person enjoy the benefits without paying it back. Pounding both her fists on the wooden door, she didn’t care who she’d wake with her yelling, “open the fucking door, I know you’re in there,” she was going to be relentless, “give me the money you owe me, or else I’ll send someone else,” she warned. The door opened, a face she had never seen before appearing, “you’re not Thomas,” she eyed him. “Do you know a guy named Thomas? He is supposed to live in this apartment.”