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Location: The Pulse Status: Open

“i mean i was just finishing my night.” jiyeon says as he glances over at her. he had been watching the wolf draining herself in liquor all night. he supposes that is what one does when there was a lot going on in their life, but he wasn’t going to watch her drink her life away. a brow arches up at her as he tilts his head to the side, he does not feel like swindling a woman like her right now. “i was just heading home.” he states again, “i can take you home if you’d like.” he offers, holding out a hand for her to take.

Keeping blood on hand, little sips was helping her from feeding on someone living, it was just a start but she was getitng help, learning control and all that. "Honeslty I don't know. I guess I have a sleep over every night in a way." Due to the couch hoping. "But if you are offering me your couch for the night, I'm not gonna say no." She added in. "You work during the day? How do you do that? I mean like... go outside and all. I haven't learned that yet."

“ah yes, the wanting to go out during the day. i use a witch to make me an amulet. it’s a ruby, which works well because it’s actually my birthstone but i don’t remember my birthday anymore.” he says with a shrug as he pulls the amulet out from underneath his shirt and shows it to her. he tucks it back in though, before anyone else could see what that weird piece of jewerly was from prying eyes around them. “i mean, i own like 150 rooms, we always have one that’s like typically under construction, if you’d like to stay in one of those.”

"Of course you have." she should have known that already. for the amount of time she'd known the other. she should have known he had moved on from what had just taken place. he was the first person to admit it too. "maybe, but i don't think it is. not in this case." she gut was telling her that there was something more to the case than the police were telling everyone. but who knew at this point. all one could do was let them do their investigation. "the only time i tend to have fun is when i'm out storm chasing." she pointed out. "but storm chasing season is pretty much over with for the time being." that was what she considered to be fun. "i'm not being moody. i'm just being myself."

most things did not worry wylie these days if he was going to be honest. though he was still going to keep a look out on these streets and if eddy wasn’t the only one messing around with his tourists– he’d be having a firm talking to them, certain that it would interrupt a police investigation, but when did wylie ever listen to the rules? “this is true, your selfness does get mistaken a lot for being moody.” he should have clocked this the moment the conversation started if he was going to be honest. “i guess we won’t know more about it until more news comes out, i don’t like spreading rumors.” he says a sickly sweet smile as he tilts his head at her. “oh! you should take me on one of those storm chaser moments. do you like, forget about ashwick? i feel like this place is so small ot the rest of the world.”

esther listens to the interaction from underneath the car she was currently fixing with an amused expression; while most of the time she prefers to roll about on her chair all day and do nothing, today was one of those days where she actually had to do work because someone called out sick. finally rolling out on her back from underneath the car, she stands and tries to fight a smile. "oh, I really don't need a detailed story of how hard it was, I fear it might bore me to sleep more than this job does. but did it make any funny sounds before it broke down? oooh, tell me, were there any lights on your dashboard?" she sits and thinks for a moment, before helpfully chiming in as an afterthought, "also, no one says mumbo jumbo anymore. i don't think i've heard anyone say that in my twenty five years of life, except maybe my great aunt."

“i use mumbo jumbo, i’m older than you. i’m old. okay? there i said it. it takes a lot for my hair to stay this beautifully blonde.” he squints though at the mention of lights on the dashboard. to be honest, wylie was more focused on the fact that he had to stop his car right near where there was a murder sight not too long ago. “i don’t focus on the lights in the car i focus on the lights in on the road! how was i supposed to know that it was going to break down? i swore i just got it serviced not that long ago!” though if anyone knows wylie it was actually probably a lot longer than he thought it was. it was an older car, sure but he did still upkeep it the best he could. “i was making sure there wasn’t a murderer down the road, fuck me for not paying attention!!!”

A chuckle as he finishes off what's in his glass, nodding in agreement to the statements. "Ah, nah I'm okay, thanks though." Waving off the offer of another, his bed calling his name sooner rather than later so that the alarm isn't such a shock in the morning. "Maybe I just haven't been here long enough, I know there's the history of the town but it doesn't seem there's been anything recent." He drawls out with an added shrug. "Gotta be positive somehow. It's gray enough here as is."

“ah, you’re a newbie? i thought i saw you before, but i’ve seen too many faces. i could be getting you confused with someone else. i’ve basically grown up here, though.” he says with a shrug. though he will admit, passing by the woods now did start to make him feel uneasy. he was always checking back down the road for those just in case moments. for all he knows there could be an ed gein wannabe out there in those woods. he wasn’t going to be one of the first vampires killed by a freak like that. “true though, don’t worry ‘bout it. i think it will definitely clear up by the end of the month. i give it till halloween at least. the cops aren’t totally brainless in this town. 

“huh? i said what i said. the cat didn’t catch my tongue. i didn’t stutter!” wylie wails failing his hands up in the air. he brushes down his emerald green silk shirt to look like money in the fall sunlight. thankfully, his shirt at least did not get ruined while trying to push his piece of junk. “the mechanic said it needs to stay a day he says with a sigh as he was pulled aside briefly by one of them. he runs his fingers through his thick blonde hair, highlighter beaming at the high points of his cheeks as he looks over at her. “we should get a drink though, after all that bullshit, should we head to the pulse?” he offers. “i would say i could give you a ride, but uh, i can’t.”

leyla observes, finding all the humor in the situation to the dramaticness in front of her when he turned his attention to her. " hm. " she feigns a thought of consideration. as if she would actually go with any other answer than the one instinct told her to. " you pushed it, i was providing moral assistance. " if you could even call it that. moral assistance in the form of spending her time on her phone even though she had the capability of assisting faster.

“this is true, you were, which you could have helped me. i didn’t call you for no reason.” though he supposes he’s a vampire that doesn’t even really need a car. he tilts his head at the vehicle as he fixes his silk scarf around his neck. “do you think it’s totaled? do i even need this car anymore? i do love the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, and taking my friends on car rides, don’t you? i won’t be able to take you to the northern cascades anymore for our annual fall trip.” wylie sighs as he kicks the wheel of the old vehicle. it was old. he pawned it off on somebody that he drained the blood from.

open to: everyone location: the local park

"i've already moved on." wylie says with a shrug. careless was a way to describe wylie. he already threw himself into his work this week if he was going to be honest. He forgot about the news of the massacre. "all those people were just in the right place at the wrong time." he says with a simple shrug. wylie's way of thinking was strange, but he swears that he has logic to it. he thinks. "it could just be a teenager pulling a prank. it is after all halloween month." he says with a shrug as he glances over at aylia and he glances up at the clouds. he can't doubt her logic there. "i think we need to get you to have some fun." he says with a small smile on his lips. "how about you and i have a night out sometime? you being all moody and broody is killing my vibe."

Status: Open Location: UTP

"same actually." wylie says in a matter-of-fact voice as he stares at her starbucks cup. the idea of coffee makes him sick to his stomach, though his instincts tell him that she's drinking something other than coffee. he's good with his perfectly ripe blood bag in the morning to keep him alive. he wears darkly shaded sunglasses to cover his bloodshot eyes and a ruby amulet around his neck to keep him from crisping in the sun. "we should have a sleepover!" wylie says with a wide, sickly ill smile on his lips. "like the olden days or whatever. do people not do that anymore? have sleepovers where they talk about cute boys and share their deepest secrets? i'm down for that rather than thinking about.... death or whatever, i already handle that kind of on the side of my 9-5 job."

for: open! location: UTP!

"you're hopeful in this town?" wylie asks with the slightest bit of a scoff as he rolls his eyes. "i think whether you're from a big or a small town, there's going to be crime anywhere you turn." he says cleaning a glass from behind his bar, playing bartender tonight at the hotel. sure he'll play along and pretend like he cares about the news in this town despite how long he has been here for. "actually i think there is more crime in smaller towns than the big ones, who knows. secret cults could be running around in these woods or what not. nothing surprises me here anymore." he says pointing the freshly polished emerald goblet towards the other. "can i get ya 'nother drink?"