Liv Hope Brighton

Keep your head down. Don’t cause trouble. try to blend in. These are the words he’d said over and over again the last couple days to the pack as they settled quietly into Roseport’s Southside. The smell of the other wolf pack was obvious, he was sure the new packs own presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. He wasn’t looking to cause trouble into what was going to be the New York pack’s new home. Brenden knew logically they couldn’t hide away forever, so, venturing out into the city was the first step. He’d managed to find himself in Old Town Plaza surrounded by the quaint little stores that aren’t Starbucks or other corporate owned business. It’s cute, not anything like New York City which he’d left behind. He find himself window shopping, not really looking for anything but taking in the charm of the city. For a moment he can almost forget about everything weighing on his mind and what drove the pack here. It’s in that mometn he revels and the usually much better coordinated and aware of his settings, he turns to head for the next store and stumbles into someone passing by. “I am so sorry,” he apologizes profusely

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Stepping out of the art supply store Liv was making sure the all the items in her bag weren’t going to slip out when a body knocks into her, causing the charcoals, notebooks and pencils to scatter out onto the pavements. Letting out a loud groan Liv shoots daggers at the man who ran into her, “Not yet buddy but maybe real soon you’ll be feeling sorry, if all those charcoals are broken now.” Dropping down to start collecting her things she huffs trying to blow her blonde curls out of her face as she dusts off the notebooks and tries to get them back into the bag. “I swear to god, I should just order everything online. At least that saves me from having to dodge every idiot walking down the street.”

Emma leant on the counter, listening to the fellow barista talk. She fiddled with a napkin between her painted nails. “Vampires yeah. But i guess the writing style is one step off goblins and elves. It’s far fetched.” She paused. “Even for us.” She tried to be playful, smiling gently.  “I think that’s the point, I don’t want to write stupid shit. I want to write something… creative that means something.”

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“I’m a tattoo artist, nothing really gets far fetched once you tattoo a dinosaur riding a bike on some guys butt.” She states brazenly picking up her coffee to take a sip. “Isn’t that what every writer, artist and singer wants? I think just writing something someone actually wants to read is as high as you shoot that shot.” It seemed like most things that came out now-a-days was just remakes of old ideas that someone wants to rebrand as new. “Twilight crap sparked your whole generation didn’t it? Guess that chick doesn’t even care that half the time people are just mocking it now.”

“Aww poor you,” Eli mocked back. “Sensitive? Me? Please. You couldn’t hurt my feelings even if you tried Liv Brighton.” An eye roll was given as he sat back in the booth once more, blue eyes staying on the blonde across from him. She could grind his nerves for sure but hurt his feelings? He knew better than to take anything the young witch said to heart. That wasn’t to say that she couldn’t irritate him to the high heavens. “And what’s your excuse when you do wake up after noon,” he questioned teasingly. A smirk crossed his lips at her words, knowing full well that he was getting under her skin just as much she was his. “If you wanted to eat your breakfast in peace then why did you choose my table, hmm,” he questioned, a brow raising before he laughed. “I’ve been up since 6 this morning, worked out, and had at least 3 cups of coffee. If you don’t want somebody so chatty then you best move tables. Food or not, I will continue to talk.”

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“That just sounds like a challenge.” She mutters glaring at the wolf, while hurting his feels might take a challenge and she wasn’t one to shy away from something like that Eli was one of the few people who took her sour approach to life in stride and that wasn’t something she wanted to break, her wallet among other things would be too poor effected by it. “I don’t know what you mean, I’m the most pleasant person to be around when I wake up at after noon.” Stone faced lie, perhaps but at least she and he both knew it. Liv wasn’t in some fantasy world thinking she was nicer than she was, she liked to blame Lily for this. That the older Brighton girl took all the nice and sweetness from the gene pool and left Liv with little to none of it. Was it true? Liv couldn’t or rather wouldn’t get into that. She offers a careless shrug, “If I sit alone it might give invite to any moron that comes in that I want their company, I rather pick an moron I know at the very least.” The excuse was easy enough to form and maybe wasn’t completely a lie, though she would never admit it but she liked Eli’s nonsense rambling at least it gave her something to do. Even if that was just to argue and make fun of it. “Your entire existence sounds exhausting, you know that?” She gave a harrowed look thinking about waking up that early just to go sweat in one of the least entertaining manners.

Emma wasn’t exactly confident with her writing or her ideas, years of being knocked back were coming to a head. But she knew she had to do something about it soon. She couldn’t sit on drafts for the rest of her life and she couldn’t serve coffee forever either. She took a deep breath, finally taking the leap. “Do you think books about magic are stupid?” She asked. “You know, witches, goblins, elves… I have this idea for a novel. But also I don’t want to be the next Stephanie Meyer.” 

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Liv was on her break serving coffee to a bunch of cranky douche canoes wasn’t really her calling but hey when she didn’t have any clients at the tattoo shop lined up it was a perfect time to pick up a shift or so. The witch barely glanced up from her sketch pad when the boss’s sister started talking, taking in a long breath Liv sits back in her seat closing her sketch book. Top secret she felt it was and barely let anyone see inside it unless it was to see the mock up for their tattoo. “Wasn’t she the one who wrote a cheesy crap vampire thing, not goblins and elves?” She asks with a tilt of her head before shrugging carelessly. “If she could do it, I can’t see why you can’t. People love stupid shit.”

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“Rude,” he retorted, brows furrowing slightly as he set his glass of water down. “I happen to take very good care of my hair thank you very much.” Sure, some days it was just a rake of fingers through the hair but for the most part he did his best to keep himself put together. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he teased, a smirk crossing his lips as he leaned forward, arms resting on the edge of the table and his hands clasping together. “No, it doesn’t,” he admitted, a single brow rising quickly before falling. “I do love my bacon though.” Amusement flashed across his features as the blonde leaned forward and spoke. “You’re very testy this morning, Miss Brighton,” he spoke coolly.

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Liv mocks a pouting face at him, “Aw but I haven’t even gotten to the harsher stuff yet. Don’t be getting sensitive now, Eli.” Teasing him was some of the best past times she had, during her work day it made the time just fly by. Than again, he poked her just as much to charge her fury time to time. “Any side of the bed before noon is usually the wrong side.” She mutters blowing a curled strain of her hair out of her face. “Then I can’t wait for it to show up so you can cram your pie hole with it. And just maybe I can eat my breakfast in peace, its unholy for someone to be so chatty this early.”

Julian knew, of course, where Ink Envy was and who it was owned by, just as he knew about almost every business in the city. It was important to keep tabs on everyone - especially when other supernaturals were involved. “Perhaps not hidden meanings, but there’s more to everything than meets the eye. As an artist, you likely already know that.” It was true, Julian thought, that there was always more at play than one would think at first glance. “Do you really believe that the humans haven’t noticed something is different? That there are more strangers in the street, pretending to do nothing when they’re really slayers patrolling and policing us?” 

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Liv knew the whole the eye of the beholder, deeper meaning behind art vibe and she could respect it. There were plenty of personal pieces that she made while she felt a certain way that told a story to her but others didn’t pick up on but still she shakes her head with a laugh, “I honestly don’t think the Roseport paper has much in the way of deep meaning but maybe that’s because I don’t read it.” She admit taking a sip from her drink while moving the things in her bowl around with the fork. “I think they’re as ignorant and self absorbed as they always been but in all honesty I feel that way about most people.” Brushing her hair out of her face she looks at the vampire, “Why would humans care about the Slayers watching us even if they did notice? Unless you think they’re behind the whole mess, firing their oh so holy protectors to take up the job themselves.”

The wolf’s brows darted upward at the girl as a wide grin crossed his lips, unable to contain the hearty laugh in his chest at her response. “First of all, I’ll have you know that I do own a brush,” he retorted. “A brush, a comb, and a hair dryer as a matter of fact.” A hand swatted at the crumbled up ball of a napkin she tossed at him, another laugh echoing from his chest as he watched the blonde amused. “Second, I’m a werewolf, sweetheart,” he chimed. “Be glad I’m feasting here and not out in the woods where the real meat is.” The male gave an eye roll as he moved the menus to their little stand on the table, taking a sip of his water before settling himself more comfortable into his booth. “I think I’ll be perfectly fine,” Elijah responded. “Not too sure it’s all that easy for a werewolf to get a heart attack, Especially with the cause being animal fat. I feel like that would just be one major conundrum.”

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“Really? Wow, well you seem to neglect it then if that’s the case.” She remarks dryly, he looked like the type to just roll out of bed run his hands through his hair and call it the start of his day. “Don’t call me Sweetheart.” She warns pointing a finger at him with a twist of her face thinking about him out hunting the woods in some wolf form. “Does it really matter if you eat the processed meat in here rather than some animal out there?” She sits back in the booth, either way he sliced it there was some animal loosing its life. She shrugs, “I’m sure if anyone can push the envelope about how much is too much animal fat to consume for a wolf.” She shifts in her seat and leans on the table, “How about you eat what you want and not talk shit about what I eat? No one is shoving it into your face.”

A brow perked as blue eyes moved to the blonde scooting into his booth, poofy golden curls and all, amusement crossing his features. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something, Liv,” he questioned laying the menu down on the table top as the waitress appeared. A cringe shot across his face at her order. “That’s disgusting,” he commented before turning his attention back to the waitress. “Yeah uh, let me get some waffles with sides of sausage, bacon, hard fried egg, and white toast with those little grape jam things.”

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Glaring eyes find her way to the wolf across from her and she sneers at him, “Har-har. If you must know I had a long night and my hair has a mind of its own if I don’t take care of it before bed. Mind your own business, for someone who likely doesn’t even own a brush.” She grumbles grabbing a napkin from the table and balling it up to toss at his face. “Says the one all too willing to suck down some animal fat.” She cuts back at him, not even touching the menu that was on the table. Hard to need it when she knew it by heart by now. “Its a wonder you don’t end up with a heart attack in the next ten years.”

The gym hadn’t been packed, thankfully, as Eli had just wanted to be in and out. Getting his workout in first thing in the morning was always a plus when he actually had the chance too and now as he parked his bike out front of the diner, hoping Marcus would be there so he could poke at him to see if he and the blonde one had made a move or not, he couldn’t help but feel refreshed. Pushing the door to the diner open, blue eyes scanned around for the alpha, a huff leaving his lips when he wasn’t to be found before slipping into a booth and scanning a menu, knowing full well he was just gonna order the same thing he always did. “I don’t know why I even bother looking at this thing,” he chuckled as a figured stopped at his table. “I always end up with the same thing. Please tell me there’s normal bacon left? Not that disgusting fake bacon.”

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It was late morning but for Liv that meant it was way too damn early in the day to be up on a day where she didn’t have a shift at the coffee shop. Stumbling into Pop’s she glanced around finding Eli taking up a whole booth to himself she sauntered over and plopped herself down. Her blonde cloud of curls wild around her head, it was one of those day where a brush just wasn’t gonna cut it and the best thing she could do was let it do as it wanted. “Oooh yes, great idea. I’d love some veggie bacon, scrambled eggs, wheat toast and the biggest mimosa Marcus makes.”