#c:anton

Hearing the rain is sissing and hissing off the roof of the houses sheltering the undead, the rain droplets from the roof teeming onto the spongy earth as Heather’s feet tried to get a good grip before launching off. Running in the storm wasn’t a wise decision but Heather does it anyway. Fighting through the blustery wind and rough shower to find her housemate, she was certain that Nadya wasn’t home and was somewhere around the vampire’s territory. 

The girl screamed and shouted in hopes of her voice breaking through the loud cracking thunder somewhere along the area she saw a tall shadow - far to tall to be her housemate but still resembles someone familiar. “Ant?” She shouted as she walked closer to confirm her suspicions. 

Anton was shaking, thinking that he might be cold she reached out to touch his arm to try and get his attention from behind. Heather got a strong static from touching Anton’s skin and quickly pulled back. “Hey Ant!” The girl called up as she quickly hovered in front of him hoping to pull him out of the trance that he was in. “What happened to you?”  She asked seeing how there were burnt marks on his clothing. 

Usually when Robert kept to himself, he had the tendency to forget the outside world. Today was like any other day where he decided he should be reading more on medicine and an easier way to make medicinal valve from plants. He was going to do his part and experiment on it as well when he heard a sound outside of his quarters. Not one to expect any visitors--or if any, at all, he placed his book back onto his bed and headed towards the door since the noise was still continuing on from the other side. What happened to some privacy? Unless some drunken old bastard got lost, that was even tiring. Half the time, drunken men became more stubborn and stupid. 

“Alright, if you’re drunkenly trying to find your way back to your chambers, I can assure you, this is not it.” he greeted as soon as he opened his door. With his door ajar, Robert couldn’t tell if the man that stood on the other side was dumb, lost, drunk, injured or all three combined, but he seemed harmless. “Alright, come inside, and I can either sober you up, you can be my guinea pig, or you can calmly explain what all the ruckus is about?” he added before stepping aside for the other to come in.

(sms): Todavía puedes abdicar para que quede… 😳

(sms): Bueno, Dasha también puede abdicar pero quedaría… 😳

(sms): Oh no.

(sms): Literalmente no me puedo morir. 😨 😨

(sms): ¿Cuál es tu secreto?

Vita: ¿Te das cuenta?

Vita: Piensa en TUS hermanas antes de besuquearte a hermanas ajenas 💅💅

Vita: ¿Y tengo estándares demasiado altos? Que se yo.

Vita: Lástima que a ti te viene bien cualquier tonta :/ :/ :/

Lourdes: Keegan's.

Keegan:Fuck shit up out there, but don't die.

When it came to her job, Jane forced herself to love all aspects of it, even the shitty ones, but what she truly loved most was when she got to be there with a client and do her absolute best at ensuring they were treated as justly as possible. So, when a past client that Jane would even nearly classify as a friend used his one phone call to get ahold of her, the woman was packing everything she needed into her tote bag and telling her assistant to forward all of her calls to her cell.

It didn’t take long until Jane was striding into the precinct at which Anton had said he was being held, taking in the way some detectives nodded greetings while other beat cops groaned at the mere sight of her as she headed towards where she knew Anton was most likely being questioned. Yeah, Jane tended to give the shitty officers hell when she popped into their interrogation room working pro bono for a client they thought would have to settle with a shitty or corrupt court-appointed attorney.

Ignoring the rookie cop in the hall, Jane pulled open the door of the interrogation room after peeking through the window to confirm that Anton was inside. “I’m Jane Mercer and that is my client you are currently trying to question without an attorney present.” She announced as she rounded the table, setting her bag down and raising a brow at the detective across from her. “If you will excuse yourself, I need a moment of privacy with my client and those cameras better be off along with all audio-recording. I’d hate for his 6th amendment rights to be infringed upon, wouldn’t you, Detective?”

Keegan: Go ahead and throw it right next to my head, it won't hit me.

Anton, throws the knife knicking Keegan's head: SHit.

Keegan, perfectly fine except for some blood coming out: Ah Anton you've killed me.

Anton: No I didn't!

Keegan:Really? What's your power Anton? That's right talking to DEAD PEOPLE.

Character Tropes: Anton Arba’a aka Number four