#marshall001

Housing? Check. Clothing? Check. Job? Check. Carina finally felt like she had everything she needed to start her new life. But before she went ahead to inquire about how to contact her family (of whom she still firmly believed was alive somewhere), Cara decided a solo tour of her new home was in order. The nice fae woman had shown her around a lot of the parts but now it was her turn to see what else she could discover in this new place.

Cara hadn’t expected to find an enormous... flat area, empty of people and filled with nothing but strange stones protruding from the ground. All the stones had names and numbers written on them. She was deciding perhaps the numbers meant dates as she looked up and down a particularly tall stone that had a large stone angel on the very top.

She’s in a sour mood which made her especially susceptible to the rage that naturally coursed through her veins and letting the rest of the town around her fall victim to the tendencies that comes with that primitive anger. All of that negativity was bubbling beneath the surface and just waiting for the right moment to finally hit the point of a violent explosion. When it did, it would not be pretty. It would be bloody. That was perhaps one of the few predictable and guaranteed things about her more erratic behavior spells. The other, well, was that she liked to drink. Blood was always her first preference but she had developed a taste for liquor over the centuries.

“You.” Her finger was directed at the bartender, the tip of her nose curled up as she looked at him. He was no friend of hers. Not that she had any many to begin with. “A gin and tonic. Now. You hardly look as if you have anything better to do.”

“Fuck,” Aria muttered, feeling the back of her car hit something lightly. A backpack? Deer? Hopefully. She was parked near the forest after an afternoon of collecting ingredients - there shouldn’t have been anyone around. Good god, please don’t be a person. Please don’t be a person. But the sound of footsteps and the outline of someone in the mirror above her head made it clear - yup. She’d clipped someone. Aria exhaled shakily, put the car into park again and turned off the engine before getting out. 

Aria was rarely ever found in Raised Hackles, since it catered to beings that weren’t exactly her kind. Then again, any place that didn’t have witches were less likely to have people that looked at her with such suspicion and disdain. Dropping off a favor for a certain werewolf or two who were looking for moon rings every once in a while had her coming through with the hope they’d give her some of that famous moonshine concoctions on the go.

She’d dropped off the package, taken her drink and was about to leave. But instead of immediately taking off, she caught sight of someone interesting and decided to change direction. This man was the talk of the town recently, at least that’s what she’d overheard at work. Aria could only place face to name since he’d bartended at the place long enough she’d passed by him and his name tag at least twice in her ins and outs.

The witch wasn’t known for being shy, nor straying away from fulfilling her curiousity. She hadn’t intended on approaching him anytime soon but the night was young, he was alone and she had a drink in hand. Besides, Aria wanted the full story on why there was someone else to whisper about. “Taking advantage of employee discount?” she asked, placing her bottle on the table and sitting across the lonely drinker. Marshall didn’t look to be on the clock, at least not with what he was drinking. “Relatable.”