Sol Delgado

Name: Sol Velasco Delgado Gender pronouns: he/him Age: turned when he was 30, but is actually 33 Birthday: 14th february Species: vampire, not part of the council Occupation: bar singer Neighborhood: Shimmering Oaks Face Claim: Alberto Rosende

  alicia simply nodded when he mentioned not being a fan of traveling. everyone had their own thing - plenty of people enjoyed staying put. “aren’t you sweet with words,” a brow raised a little, not many people seemed to want to ‘know more’ about her, at least in her experience it seemed the people she was around she’d know for years. “um… long story short my mother didn’t practice magic and we didn’t live in wolford – i moved here in my teens and my grandmother told me about the magically inclined beings we are.”

“What can I say, I have a way with words,” he laughed, that wasn’t exactly true, at all, and when he said something that made it seem like he did, it was not on purpose at all, “Oh, alright, that’s fair,” he nodded, “Do you have someone to help you with it?” he asked, since she said that her mom didn’t practice magic, he figured that she probably didn’t know enough to help her daughter to learn everything she needed to know. He was lucky enough to have someone to help with his powers, so he hoped she did too.

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Indeed, Marco absolutely cannot wait to get off of the motorcycle.  As soon as the bike lurches to a stop where he’s indicated, the alchemist releases his deathgrip on Sol and swings himself off of the back to put his feet on solid ground with an audible sigh of relief.  “Well that was certainly an experience!” He admits, though there’s certainly no fondness in the words.  He can’t get the helmet off quickly enough, and once he’s returned it to Sol’s storage pack, he moves to collect the rest of his groceries from the other.

“Listen, I really can’t thank you enough for the ride,” Marco tells the other man, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet before proffering forth a couple of hundred-dollar bills and palming the cash into Sol’s hand.  “–For your trouble.”  he explains with a grateful smile.

Once the other was out of the bike, he hopped off, and opened the compartment. He grabbed two of the bags, and left the rest of them for the other to carry, “One you probably won’t ever have again, right?” he teased the other, since he seemed scared as hell, he couldn’t imagine him ever accepting a bike ride again, “It was no problem,” he assured him, he didn’t mind helping him out, he didn’t have anything important to do that day, so it wasn’t a bother, “Wait, no, I can’t accept the money, you don’t need to pay me,” he placed the money in the other’s pocket, “Seriously, you don’t owe me anything.”

elsa: i'm sorry...

elsa: can we just meet in somewhere and talk?

“Awww you’re gonna make a girl blush,” Leo commented with a playful smile as he waved off the compliment although it was clear that he loved it.  “Of course, I try to support all my friends in their endeavors.”  As the male listed the upsides of being a vampire, Leo got a little giddy at the idea.  But there was the downside of a blood diet and Leo certainly was not sure he would be able to live off blood.  And the whole immortality thing of losing your loved ones.  “Are those readily available to vampires?”

“Would be nice to know how it feels to be on the other side,” he was usually the one that was blushing, and he could rarely make anyone blush. He was used to it by now, but that doesn’t mean that he enjoyed it, he was just glad that people seemed to find it cute, he supposed that was something, “And that’s why you’re a good friend,” he smiled at the other, “Yeah, I know someone in the hospital, and they give me some of the bags, with permission, of course,” he explained, “The bags are for those that need it, and we do, so.”

“Yes, I do believe I have seen you at Stoker’s.  My apologies, it took me this long to put face to face with the man.”  There was a lot of truth with both their statements.  Beau dared mess with a mortal and was happy for a couple decades, but at the end of the day he hurt Cyrano by leaving.  “True, it is just a difficult situation to navigate and one that you will have to decide on your own.  I can only give you my own personal experience on the matter.”

“No worries, I don’t mind that you didn’t recognize me,” he assured him, it could happen sometimes, he ran into a lot of people that he felt like had a familiar face, but he couldn’t remember where he saw them before. It was something that happened to everyone, “Yeah, I can imagine,” he never had to deal with it in the past, because he only dated someone before he was turned, “I guess I will only know how I would act if that happens in the future.”

        Gwen almost immediately hugged Sol. It was probably too much and she probably should have asked before embracing him but there was a certain validation in other people liking what you did. It was what Gwen had been chasing since she was a child and everyone had clapped for her when she sang. Maybe it was a little silly, maybe she should have been more mature and considered that her liking something should have been enough but Gwen wanted other people to like it, wanted to be told she was good.

        “Thank you, Sol,” she smiled at him, drawing back to look at his innocent handsome face. “I’m sorry you just had to stand there so long, but I’m glad you gave me the time.”

          “Apologies,” Dusk said, drawing back the box of cookies she was holding, keeping them to her chest. The scent on him was clear as day - Vampire. And so many of them were just some really rude fuckers. It seemed, even if you had tried something, to accept the gesture - least if you weren’t allergic - but vampires seemed to not exactly have the most polite sorts of personalities, it was like old standards of decorum didn’t quite line up with new ones, or they’d all been so wealthy in the past they didn’t feel the need to extend the same politeness to people who didn’t line up. “Not all of us are psychic,” she muttered under her breath.

Her reaction confused him, maybe he was just seeing things, but she seemed a little hostile, was it something that he said? He didn’t think that he said anything wrong, but maybe he was wrong, “You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he had a feeling that it wasn’t an sincere apology and was sarcasm, but just in case it wasn’t, he decided to assure her anyway, “Going by the choices on the table, I can see that you have a really good taste,” he said with a small smile. He wasn’t sure what he would order that day, maybe cupcakes, those were his favorites.

elsa: i don't think i did... it's elsa walker.

elsa: so....

sol: you gotta to be kidding me...

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Marco cannot help but feel a bit ridiculous as he clings like a barnacle to Sol’s back while they careen through Wolford’s sleepy little downtown at rates of speed that he wouldn’t think twice about if he’d been in a car, rather than on the back of a motorcycle.  It’s the openness; the wind, the freedom…perhaps that’s the appeal of something like this for a person like Sol.  For a doctor who has done enough rotations through the E.R. and trauma units to have seen what a motorcycle crash can do to a mortal body, however, it’s a bit harder to appreciate.

The alchemist hunkers down and holds on, left with no other choice than to trust that Sol won’t zoom them into oncoming traffic.  A few minutes pass, and when at last the impound lot comes into view, Marco feels his whole body begin to relax.  “Oh, thank God…” he mutters.  “You can drop me off right over there.”

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Somehow, despite the fear she’d had roll through her system at catching a glimpse of Sal, Elle actually managed a genuine smile at the guy’s joke. If he’d said something slightly more believable, maybe Elle would have felt guilty, but she understood the joke was supposed to put her at ease, and it did. There were some people who just seemed to have a gift for that sort of thing, and it seemed like he was one of them. “I’m Elle.” It seemed right, to introduce herself, since he was being so nice about this. 

His smile grew when she let out a laugh, he was glad that he was able to ease her mind, he wouldn’t want her to be so hard on herself over something so small, “It’s nice to meet you, Elle, I’m Sol,” he gave her another smile, he was used to meeting people in that kind of situation, it happened more often than others may think, “Not the ideal situation to meet someone, but that’s what life is sometimes, right? And honestly, this wasn’t the weirdest way I’ve met someone,” he admitted, at least neither one were holding any drink or food.

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“Maybe. But it probably takes a lot of practice to get over being clumsy. Some people are just born with grace, some people aren’t, I suppose. But it isn’t too bad to be a little clumsy. As long as you don’t hurt yourself too badly then there’s nothing really wrong with it.” Or at the very least Meadow never saw anything wrong with being less than graceful. For some reason it seemed to be something people looked down on and judged people for. But she couldn’t understand why. People were who they were, graceful or not. And there were so many worse things to be thank lacking in grace so why make that a big deal? She would never understand that. Nor would she ever try to. “I’m not so sure about that. I think you’re just as likely to knock things down and break them in a bubble or not. Maybe even more so because there’s more space to try to control.”

“That’s a good point, but I honestly don’t like being clumsy, because I have broken things that costed a lot, and it’s risky for me to bump into people or possibly hurt someone else. It’s just something that I would change about myself if I could,” he wouldn’t give up that easily, even if there was a big possibility that he may never be able to change that about himself, he would continue to try. He had a lot of time, he was immortal, “Sure, but you’re less likely to get hurt in my opinion, would be harder to walk, but you would be safe,” he pointed out, he wouldn’t want to live in a bubble, of course, but he was just explaining what their mother may have thought.

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“In the long run? Sure. But some people just need the temporary fix, you know? To not feel whatever they’re feeling in that moment.” Perhaps that wasn’t always the healthiest way to handle things. But that didn’t mean that Will was about to judge people for it either. As long as they didn’t hurt other people? Well, she figured people could handle their problems however they felt they needed to. As long as it didn’t spiral into addiction then there didn’t seem to be much harm. The redhead nodded slightly, motioning slightly towards the kitchen in the back. “Well, if you ever want to try something different? My brother has some decent recipes so I’m sure he’d have no problem whipping something up for you.” Holding up a finger to indicate she’d be right back the witch turned and deposited the order slip for her brother in the back and then turned back to the customer. “So, what is it that you do, Sol?”

“Each their own, but I don’t think the hangover the next day is worth it,” he supposed that he wouldn’t need to worry about it, as vampires couldn’t get hangovers, or could they? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t really want to find out, he would prefer to continue wondering about it. Some things he didn’t mind not having an answer to, “Interesting, you got me curious now, maybe you could tell me a few of them, and then next time I will think about ordering one,” he was up for trying something new, he wasn’t exactly picky about food, so he liked most things, “I’m a singer in a bar, don’t tell them that I’m cheating on them,” he joked, before he let out a small laugh, he wouldn’t actually mind if his boss knew, it’s not like he was obligated to just go in Stroke’s, he could go to other bars.

LOCATION: Stoker’s WHO: @fxngsout​

Most of the time, Cassidy avoided going into places that were clubs/bars.  However, the man ended up at Stoker’s with a few acquaintances when one of their own fell off the bandwagon.  It felt strange to go as a group, but here they were lifting the man up.  Cassidy took a step back, allowing everyone else to handle the matter as he looked around the establishment.  It seemed strange that five years ago, he would be here and most likely letting vampires drain him just to catch that high.

It was then when he noticed Sol, the two had been in school together and Cassidy was aware of what happened to the man.  Yet, they weren’t necessarily friends.  The moment the other caught his sights, Cassidy awkwardly waved and walked up towards the vampire.  “Um hey,” he greeted the other male.  “Do you work here?”  He asked curiously.

Sometimes running into someone from the past, could be stressful, depending what kind of relationship you had with the person, and why the two of you lost contact. Luckily, most people that he knew in the past, he got along with, and it wasn’t different with Cassidy. He remembered him from school, they weren’t exactly friends, but they studied together, “Oh, hey, Cassidy!” he smiled widely, he was usually in a really good mood when he worked, because he loved to sing. Sometimes something happened at work that annoyed him, but rarely it was something that could bring him down, “I do, I’m the singer of the band that plays here.”

 “that’s cool as hell – most americans don’t leave the country so you’re a step a head of everyone else right now.” she nodded giving a little point at him when she remarked it being cool. alicia certainly had never been anywhere like that, hell the most she’d seen was new york to wolford, the witch wasn’t one of the lucky ones with extra cash to spare. “i… well definitely a personally question to answer.” she teased slightly, “i just didn’t grow up with it like others did, most get like a lifetime of practice not just a handful of years.”

“In a way I understand, I’m not a big fan of travelling, I rarely do it, but when I do it, I want it to be worth it and epic. Our country can be beautiful, but only travelling to places seems a little bit of a waste,” he admitted, there were so many lovely places to visit out of the country. He always searched for unique places to go to, when he decided to make a trip, “You should probably expect more of those, I want to know more about you,” he enjoyed hearing about other people’s lives, but he would respect if she didn’t want to answer something, “Oh, I didn’t know that was possible, I thought every witch had the powers since they were born.”