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“Well, pretty boy, this is a sex shop and I have to act as an ‘advertisement’, so to speak. If you’re looking for something a bit more prudish, might I suggest a convent?” She bites back but with a teasing tone. More or less. She has had comments on her job before, but she doesn’t mind. It’s not like they give the options of being a CEO to a felon. “Besides, I doubt you can do any better.”

She looks at his list and briefly bend down to pick it up before straightening herself up again and reading it. “So, you’re let out the cage to play fetch, huh? Must be nice.” She teases and hops down from her pedestal. “Come along, Fido. I should at least teach you how to shop.” Even though she’s fully aware that he’s not a werewolf, the teasing is a bit fun.

“ i’ve never been into kinks involving the church, but you know what? there’s a time and place for everything. i imagine they’d be more interesting. “ it’s been  while since he’s felt the need to bite back at anyone, but for once, there’s no malice in his words. she had amused him. these days, that wasn’t an easy feat. “ you’re probably right, but that’s because i wouldn’t lower myself to being scantily dressed in public. “ 

Even though the demon attack was very recent, seeing how the beloved Naughty Covaire sustained little to no damage, the owner wasted no time in reopening and calling back his workers wish the excuse of 'raising town morale'. Víbora was sure the reopening of the store would raise something, but morale? Not so much.

With her ever present guard nearby to ensure she doesn't try to run, not that she even has anywhere to run to' she stood in the window of the shop in some lingerie and heels, winding her hips and playing with her hair to the soft music playing from the store speakers. Even if no one comes, the boss can't punish her for still doing her job.

“ do you ever get tired of dancing like a whore? “ he should probably be nicer, but that’s never been a word in his vocabulary. he is curious, though. he’ll admit she has a nice body -- but that’s nothing when it comes to this town. everyone is attractive he has learned. the only reason he’s even in this store is because he had errands to run. apparently the client had a list of stupid shit he needed for his kinky sex dungeon and who was calen to deny those requests if it got him out of the cells for a while? at this point, he was used to the constant presence of guards. “ just wondering. “ he offered with a grin, sliding over the list of things his temporary client had written down. 

“Is it over?” 

Her voice is soft, eyes carefully trained on the ground before her, still adjusting to being awake. When it had become quite clear that she could no longer safely remain in her little box of an apartment, Madeline made her way from the city. Being a curious little creature had its benefits, leaving her with an entire wealth of knowledge about the paths less travelled and the quickest way out of the city – and to the west side. She was exhausted by the time she got to the woods and opted out of finding the wolves or any of the other people she’d assumed were also taking sanctuary as far from the city as they possibly could. 

She’d fallen asleep against a fallen tree when she finally came to a stop, though it was a restless and by no means satisfactory sleep. It was like the first time she’d tried to sleep in their first arena; small bursts of sleep to keep her from completely collapsing while also trying to keep herself alert and, most importantly, alive. 

of all things to miss, it had to be that. demons? what the fuck. being in solitary may have saved his life -- sure -- but that was also wishful thinking. he never considered himself a demon, but he was positive he could have given them a run for their money if he needed to. demons were evil creatures. lacked emotion. in a way, they were similar. but this was all hearsay. if there was one thing he learned ages ago, it was never to believe everything you heard in this city unless you heard it for yourself. but then there was the underlying mention of the hunters and for the first time in his life, calen does wish prison hadn’t become his sentence. the aftermath of everything still seemed to be visible in the city, but he’s survived many things like this. he may not have a job any longer, but funny enough, his reputation usually brought people to him. the only reason he was out of the cells in the first place was the errand he had been forced to run, but the lack of sunlight for eight months is what drew him away from the task at hand. who ever thought he’d miss the warmth. 

booted feet brought him to the forest and honestly, it was a simple escape, if only for a moment. he doubted anyone would be wandering through the forest with the potential of demons and hunters, but he could be wrong. they had been run off from the city, after all. or at least that’s the rumor. walking across a girl just sitting against a tree hadn’t been the highlight he was looking for, but he couldn’t help the snort that left him. his foot came out to roughly kick at her leg. “ might want to rethink sleeping here. “

Effy laughed and shook her head. “Right, I guess we’re stuck with you then.” She rose an eyebrow when he mentioned solitary, an amused smile flickering over her lips. “Dare I ask what you did to get tossed into solitary?” 

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“Well well well, what do we have here?” Effy grinned as she pulled her sunglasses down her nose and eyes the familiar face. “Always good to see you handsome. Although I thought you might have left the city for good.”

Originally posted by personalgrowthbt

FULL NAME: - Calen Tiberius Icarus AGE: - 25 HEIGHT: - 5′11 WEIGHT: - 181 pounds ETHNICITY: - British GENDER: - Male HAIR: - Medium, shaved on the sides. Sometimes slicked back. EYES: - One is blue, the other is blue/brown. LANGUAGES: - English. EDUCATION: - GED. OCCUPATION: - Prisoner, apparently. How boring. SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: - Homosexual. ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION: - Homoerotic. TEMPERAMENT: Choleric people are the proud, extroverted 'alphas' of our species.  MYERS BRIGGS TYPE: ESTP. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil: You are the definition of mayhem, death and destruction. You do whatever your greed tells you too, and take delight in taking what you can from those who are weaker. The world is one big war, and winner takes all. You plan on being that winner. You would never serve someone else, and you would never work with someone else. If you did, less loot and profit for you.

SPECIFICS

FAVORITE FOOD: - BBQ Ribs FAVORITE DRINK: - Code Red FAVORITE BRAND: - Whatever he’s given. FAVORITE HOBBY: - Harassing people. FAVORITE ARTIST: - Hollywood Undead. FAVORITE MUSICIAN: - N/A FAVORITE TV SHOW: - Shameless or Lucifer FAVORITE MOVIE: - Silent Hill FAVORITE BOOK: - The Culling FAVORITE SCENT: - N/A FAVORITE COLOUR: - Black FAVORITE TEXTURE: - N/A FAVORITE PERSON: - Lol. Ya’ll think he’d have a favorite person that wasn’t himself.

RANDOM

Calen’s current predicament was all his own doing and they both knew it, and Mathias wasn’t pleased the escort had been so stupid in the first place, he honestly believed they had an understanding after all this time. He was, for the first time, disappointed in the blond. The vampire had been angry, he’d been frustrated and infuriated, he’d been embarrassed, but until Calen found himself back in the Chateau, he hadn’t actually felt disappointed in him. It was a strange feeling, and when he looked at Calen, he hoped the prisoner felt disappointed in himself. For all the whining and hatred inside of Calen, he knew he had had a good life for someone with his background, and he’d ruined it.

“Doesn’t matter, there were other ways.”

Like coming to him, like taking the beating knowing Mathias would rent him, and let him murder him, even cut the wolf in to pieces. But the rage inside Calen made him impulsive, and now it was too late.

“Perhaps you don’t, but should the alpha’s allow me to take you home again, there will have to be some tight leash rules agreed, and i’m less inclined to ask about your preferences than I used to be. As for biding your time, the wolf that attacked you is handled, unless he had already spoken to someone, he’s taken that secret to his grave. So let’s try to move on, unless we hear rumours of your past being spread around, in which case, I’ll have a word with Leopold to keep his ears to the ground.”

“I’m starting to think we’re not on the same page here. There are OTHER ways? Which ways would that be, exactly? If you’re telling me to just stand there while someone tries to murder me, you clearly don’t know me after all these years.” Even when he didn’t have his past memories, there had always been something inside of him waning to fight. You could erase his memories, sure, but you couldn’t erase something natural. Being a hunter and defending himself felt like a second skin. He’d even claim it was like riding a bike. You never really did FORGET. “Newsflash, Mathias. But if he guy actually managed to kill me, it would have been to late to tell you.” He would always defend himself. It didn’t matter who it was. If it got him killed, so be it. But at least he’d die knowing he tried to defend himself. He may prefer a weapon, but he didn’t need them to defend himself.