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THE BLUE ROOM NPCs: Olskeg
A lone figure stalked through the streets of Redlight, his bulky frame barely protected from the downpour by a cheap hooded jacket. The figure turned into a small nightclub, the bright neon blue sign hanging above the door reading The Blue Room.
He turned immediately to the bar and motioned for the hard stuff. The bulky man downed the glass of straight whiskey quickly, his skin a ghastly green. Nobody paid no mind though. The burning sensation of alcohol in his throat was accompanied by a peculiar scent that transcended all the rest clogging up the human club. The green skinned figure's nose crinkled as he looked over his shoulder. It was the singer.
The figure got up and moved his way through the crowd. He had heard his fair share of tales from his kin about the Watchers...but if her scent was any indication maybe their blood did taste the sweetest. Fortune must have been on the Orc's side to have discovered her out of pure happenstance. His stared at her, the malicious glint in his eyes, telling of the horrors he'd love to put a human through.
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
Black satin pooled around her feet, sequins shimmering in the stage light, a contrast to the matte finish of the feathered boa around her slender shoulders. The gown hugged every curve of Erzsabet Saint James as though it had been sewn directly onto her form. Between rounded nails, lacquered a deep shade of crimson, she cupped a silver microphone with the tenderness of a lover, burgundy lips so close they almost kissed the metal. The smoky alto of the Nightingale filtered through the crowded nightclub, a warm, sultry hum that cancelled out all other sounds…
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
This was her world, her element. A queen of the stage, of the night, and that particular evening she was earning her crown. It was an anniversary of sorts, a solemn, miserable occasion, and it was all that Erzsabet could do to pour herself into the music, into the personae she presented to the throng of patrons. It was all she could do to forget…
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing--
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing--
With a jarring halt, she stopped, her grip on the microphone tensing as her eyes froze on a face in the crowd. He wore a horrible, twisted mug, a sickly greyish green, teeth poking out from a disjointed jaw, eyes… glinting in the light like an animal, as they stared up at the stage with unfettered prurience. It wasn't the first she had seen… but it was the closest she had come to one of them, and with a pang of painful anxiety behind her chest bone, she stepped back, away from the microphone as the band behind her slowed to an awkward stall.
"...Betty?" The voice came from Louie Belton, who stared at her from behind the piano, his face a mask of concern.
"Take five…" Betty murmured, "Then go on without me. I… I'm not feeling well." She didn't wait for Louie to respond, but could hear him addressing the audience as she turned away from the crowd and made her way through the stage exit into the back hallway. Her dressing room was small, but comfortable, with a fixed vanity, filling the space with light and a plush chaise sofa. Her stage wardrobe hung on a rack, and beside it a paneled screen for changing.
Closing the door behind her, Betty breathed out, clutching a hand to her chest. Stress… It was all just stress…It had to be. She pushed off the door to cross the room, mere seconds before it shattered to splinters.
A collaboration with @Elle Joyner || tags: @Niiwa @Spectre of the Fade
THE ALLEYWAYS OF REDLIGHT NPCs: Alucard De Luca
The sense of a Watcher seeing past the Grey was one that only the most experienced of witches and warlocks could feel. It was a subtle sort of feeling--just the sudden sense of something in the atmosphere shifting, changing. It was a sense that the warlock sitting in a black chevrolet convertible had reported to the heads of the Roswell family just hours prior.
The meeting that was to occur was one that was unprecedented. The Roswell's were reaching out for an alliance. Alucard shook his head at the thought. It was absolutely scandalous. Alongside Dio, the warlock was to see that the Cartel was happy with the terms of the agreement.
Devil's Tongue would find a consistent place to be sold and distributed in the Roswell's brothels and and in exchange the Cartel would give the the crime family more access to the Underground--effectively giving them the ability to move throughout the city quicker than the entirety of their enemies. Oh and there was also the fact that they agreed to mutually snatch some Watchers...but Alucard personally stopped needing reasons after Devil's Tongue. That drug was just...invigorating.
The tattooed warlock's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of a door closing. He turned to his side and rolled down the passenger to see Dio approaching his vehicle. He smiled widely. "Hurry your ass up, leprechaun! We got some money to make!"
If the leprechaun was annoyed by his companion-to-be, his demeanor betrayed none of it. Alucard was outspoken where Dio was withdrawn, an explosion where the leprechaun was an implosion. Forces in their own rights, but markedly different. Sidling in had been uncomfortable, but at least the leprechaun didn't hit his head on the way into the passenger side. "You should carry yourself more appropriately for the Cartel. Have you been indulging?"
Curious. Dio had not even glanced once upon Alucard's face.
"You can't tell me you haven't at least tried it, Dio o'buddy of mine." Alucard laughed heartily. The warlock had always been the type to juxtapose his powers with his personality. He was also the type to drive recklessly--and fast.
"Mmm. The first time you take Devil's Tongue it hurts like hell. But afterwards? Oooh afterwards...it's a high like you've never experienced before." Alucard elaborated with great enthusiasm as the car tore through the rain spattered streets. "You should see what that shit does to the humans who find themselves in the Underground though."
He whistled long and low before taking his eyes off the road to narrow them towards the leprechaun. "Oh wait...I forgot. You married a human didn't you? That's real sweet of you. Dumb as shit--but real sweet. They are just so fragile..."
The speed in which Dio brought his cane to bear upon the warlock's knuckles was - predictably - inhuman. Glancing, insubstantial, but significant in its own right. His visage remained mostly impassive, but a tangible line of tension caressed his jaw. The Roswell's thought that Alucard brought out the best in Dio.
Which, of course, meant that he brought out the worst in Dio.
"I hope, for our sake," Dio responded, tone level, "that you will approach our discussions with the Cartel with significantly more tact."
He withdrew the ebony cane, placing it horizontal upon his lap. "That neither of us are true vampires of the family may already be seen as an affront."
"I'm sure the demons won't mind when they see their blood making piles and piles of cash." The warlock snorted, his facial tattoos wrinkling along with his nose. He turned up the radio and let the voice of Crosby fill up the ensuing silence. He decided he was done pushing Dio, for now.
The convertible turned into a secluded alleyway--the bright headlights illuminating the backstreet before them. Alucard left the engine on while he stepped out. He opened an umbrella for himself and moved over to lean casually against the hood.
"Now we just gotta wait for the demons..." The warlock explained as his companion joined him in the rain.
A collaboration with @Shizuochan || tags: @Justin The Mad King
GRAND CENTRAL STATION NPCs: Mikael Caldwin
The Grand Central Station--as it's name implied--was certainly grand. Iconic, beautiful and known for its main concourse, it was a focal area of New York City with hundreds and hundreds of different people passing through by the hour. Unsurprisingly enough, the supernatural tended to avoid this area of the city if they could. Being stuck in a sea of the mundane could become a bit...disorienting after all.
With great displeasure, Mikael Caldwin stood outside of the station, taking refuge from the ever-pouring rain underneath a black umbrella. The vampire was the utmost image of classiness. His shiny back hair was slicked back into a business man's haircut and his tall lean form was framed in a tuxedo that simply screamed decadence and refinement. His jawline was masculine and his skin flawless. Unbeknownst to human, his canines were sharply pointed and his eyes' true color was a dark and murky red.
His thin rose tinted lips curved downwards into a tight frown when he inspected the watch wrapped around his wrist.
The last few trains would arrive at the station soon but that damned wolf was no where to be found. After all the trouble he went through in order to wake up that wretched red haired deputy Mikael had hoped the urgency of the situation would make the werewolf a little snappier on his feet.
But Mikael should have known better. Sheriff Blacklaw's kind weren't particularly known for their promptness after all. The vampire's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of those dogs. How the Council let a creature of that blood into the Sheriff position was absolutely beyond him.
The vampire shook his head before he turned for towards the door. He had more important matters to attend to than questioning the Sheriff Office's respectability.
There was a foreign Watcher aboard one of the trains. A previously unheard of occurrence and one that his bosses quickly took interest in. Mikael was tasked with seeing that the Watcher was delivered to the top floor of New Haven rather than the Sheriff's Office. At the very least Abraham's lack of an appearance would make that task easier for him.
The vampire soon found himself waiting among a crowd of humans at one of the sectioned arrival areas. He crossed his arms and clicked his tongue with great annoyance. The Watcher had better arrive soon he thought.
tags: @Tyrannosaurus Rekt @XC
THE LEXINGTON HOTEL NPCs: Harvey Romano
The Lexington was one of the finest hotels Manhattan had to offer. A sanctuary for the rich and affluent, the grand building was one decorated with dramatic gold accents. Grand chandeliers lined the ceiling and only the finest furniture graced the floor. It was no surprise to Harvey that Connie had chosen to hide away here. His lady always had remarkable taste.
It only made sense to Harvey that the letter he had sent to her earlier that day was one worthy of such a sophisticated beauty. The envelope was silver, fringed and held together by the wine red seal of her family. His words were honeyed, apologetic and handwritten in inked cursive. In the letter he asked her for her forgiveness along with an opportunity to explain the deceit. He booked her a late evening reservation at the five star dining hall of the Lexington in hopes they'd talk over some wine.
He also reaffirmed the fact that he loved her like no other and asked her if she still felt the same way about him.
Regardless, Harvey Romano would not let any of this Watcher business get in the way of him learning the answer to that question. The Occult and their Sheriff could very well try whisking away his woman but neither he or the Ambroses would rest until she was returned to them. He was certain of that.
Those were type of thoughts that entertained the vampire as he sat comfortably in the back of his Plymouth. With a cigar held loosely between calloused fingers and three other Ambrose enforcers accompanying him, Harvey hoped that he wouldn't have to resort to violence once he arrived at the Lexington. He wasn't the only one chasing after Connie though.
Harvey had no doubts that there would be the Occult deputies involved now that his fiancee' had awakened, but he wasn't worried. His hand brushed over a pair of black suitcases on the floor of his car in thought. He was prepared to do whatever was necessary to bring her home.
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