HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 200
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 19:34:29 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Feb 26, 2022 12:42:10 GMT
There was no denying he was starting to get itchy feet. The burning desire to pack up and leave in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t that easy this time. He’d made somewhat of a life for himself here. The club, his apartment and friends. Maybe no new friends as such, but plenty of old friends scattered around the town. He arrived in Mystic Falls, spotted the club not long after and told himself he wanted it. He wanted his name above the door telling everyone he was the owner. The place was successful and packed to the brim every weekend. People were talking about it and it was the ‘hottest place in town’ (or so he overheard someone saying). Hector had secured the place in a number of weeks after forging all the documents and pushing the previous owner out of town. Everything was just so official nowadays. Your name had to be on a dotted line before you could say it was yours. He missed the days he’d kill someone and take everything they owned. The simple days as he often referred to. But now what? He needed something more. He blamed his time at sea for his inability to stay in one place. Over two hundred years sailing the sea and exploring every inch of the world, but not staying there for too long. He saw life as one big mission that he needed to complete, a trait he’d probably inherited from his dad. A man with set goals and once he reached them he was looking for something else to do. In some weird way, he had grown to like the small town. Granted, he wasn’t able to cause havoc like he would in the cities. Dead bodies never went unnoticed in a place like this, but it wasn’t all that bad. Hector had left the bar in the hands of Hannya for the evening, for the first time in months. He left them all with a strong warning if he came into any trouble the following morning he’d remove their vital organs. Obviously, Hannya just giggled, promising she would keep everyone under control. Her version of control was somewhat different from Hector’s, but whatever. He was growing bored of sitting in the bar every night making sure no one fucked up. He spotted Andy climbing into an old car a few times over the weeks, usually in the evening. The type of car that was probably rusting underneath and was on its last legs. The type of car you’d never see Hector driving unless it was a life or death situation. He stuck those fancy-looking ones that stand out in a car park. He had the money so why would he settle for anything less than the best? That afternoon he decided to make it his business to see what Andy had been up to since they last crossed paths. More importantly, check out this old beaten up car up close. He wasn’t there to pass judgment, at least not intentionally. He wasn’t completely ignorant of the world around him, he was well aware that a person couldn’t always afford the finer things in life. Hector approached Andy from across the car park, hands sliding out of his pockets as he drew closer, “Vintage” He commented, stopping by the passenger side. Hector peered in through the windows of the vehicle. ANDY LATIMER - hope this is okay!
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ANDY LATIMER
Archived
Posts: 42
Played by:
CHANEL
— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 17:53:19 GMT
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Aug 8, 2022 1:03:09 GMT
━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━ AS IT HAPPENED A PERSON COULD ONLY SLEEP IN THEIR CAR IN A diner parking lot for a handful of weeks before they drew enough attention to themselves. Andy was relying on the fact that her car was a piece of junk, but just clean enough to avoid unnecessary 'dead body' concerns. She even went to the hassle of moving it around the lot every other day, lest some nosy bitch start calling her a space hog. As it happened, that was the least of her worries. Especially when the beat cop had looked at her all sad and pathetic when he'd informed her of the 'reasonably priced motel' right down the street. Or the church 'outreach' with the local priest, that one smarted worse than a soup kitchen dinner. In an act of rebellion, she'd moved the car to a lot just down the street instead. Parked in a spot right outside a thrift shop and a drug store with a sign that buzzed 24 hours a day, she considered it an upgrade out of pride alone.
Living in her car was not the statement piece people often thought it was. Objectively speaking, Andy could afford a ratty motel room for the duration of her stay in Mystic Falls. Unfortunately, a motel room tended to have multiple entrances - a door, a couple windows (typically), even a few vents if a person was particularly ambitious. They also shared at least one wall with an opposing room, most of the time constructed by the most feeble of building materials. It was a trap, more or less. For a person as hunted as Andy, a motel room was a piece of cheese, poised over the simplest of mouse traps. She was not about to trap herself. Her dad's car was a piece of shit, but it was warded within and inch of its life. In fact, not even a local black bird could shit on its windscreen, it was pumped so thoroughly with every kind of magic she could muster from the soles of her port-wine stained feet. The rusted tin provided Andy with just enough respite so that she could sleep for more than 30 minutes without waking in a crushing panic. She wasn't homeless, for Christsake. It didn't make being confronted any less shameful, though. She was, after all, only mortal.
Toothbrush hanging from her mouth, Andy had toothpaste foaming at the corners when the gentle rap of knuckles roused her from her thoughts. She jerked in surprise, her car thrumming a quiet warning through her blood as she looked up from the drivers seat to peer up at the face looking down at her through the passenger side window. Eyes widening with familiarity, Andy wrenched the toothbrush from her mouth and swung her legs down from where they were sprawled across the steering wheel. The cars interior was a mess of folded down seats, a crumpled pillow and an array of blankets. She had not long awoken from her most recent of naps. She smoothed a passing hand across the dash, halting the wards from heating the cars metal and searing Hector's skin before he knocked again. Her knees battered the gearstick and her ankle smarted on the handbreak as she crawled across to the passenger seat, rolling the manual window down to poke her head into Hector's fine, old money face with toothpaste marking the corners of her mouth. She turned her head and spat the foam onto the sidewalk, right next to his polished designer loafers.
"Well, if it ain't the hottest blood sucker in Mystic Falls!" She jeered with minty fresh breath. She dashed the marks from her mouth with the back of her hand before she gripped the open window and pulled her upper body out of the window to bring herself to Hector's eyeline. "What brings you to my doorstep, old man?" She asked, her grin too large and too toothy to be considered 'friendly'. There were pillow creases still pressed into her freckled cheeks, and sleep in the corners of her eyes. No denying she did, in fact; sleep in her car. Hector would have known this, he was not a stupid man, and he did not seek a person out for mere curiosity. Andy refused to show shame as she slapped a rhythm into the metal of her passenger side door, her stomach smarting where it was sandwiched tightly against the open lip. "I'm assuming you haven't dropped by for tea..." Andy continued, dropping down into the passenger seat and leaning her chin on folded palms, peering up at Hector demurely. "'Fraid I don't own a kettle... or a stove... or a lick of bottled water." She clicked her teeth with an easy shrug. "Can I interest you in a stick of gum?"
HECTOR DACRE | heeeey stranger...
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 200
Age:
764
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Apr 26, 2024 19:34:29 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Aug 25, 2022 20:31:20 GMT
His mother encouraged him to share with the other children in the village, telling him that not everyone was as fortunate as their family. Some lived in true poverty, with no food, water or even shelter. His father didn’t approve of such behaviour though, so often the goodwill gestures happened behind his father’s back. It was easy to think all this money had followed Hector throughout his life, but it stopped the moment he died. He took whatever money he had lying around and left the village. It didn’t go far either considering how much his daylight ring cost him. He was happy to stick to the darkness, but Nicholas insisted he bought it. If Hector was confined to the night then Nicholas would have been limited too. The piece of jewellery was slid onto his finger and he was sent on his way. The same ring lay on his middle finger eight hundred years ago, just as polished and shiny as the day he received it. For a while Hector worked for his money, until he realised there were other ways to secure wealth. Robbing, trading, and smuggling, to name a few. The moment he stepped onto the ship he felt like he’d just arrived home and soon enough the ship belonged to him. It was his home, along with his crew who travelled across the world making as much money as possible. No doubt his precious ship was now lying at the bottom of the ocean somewhere, covered in moss and home to the creatures of the sea. It was heartbreaking to think of and no house or apartment he stepped into ever matched up to his ship. Just as he called his ship his home for over two decades, Andy was clearly calling her car home. A mode of transport that could get you anywhere in the world. No rent, no mortgage, just wheels. Part of him understood it, but he couldn’t imagine himself cramming into the back seat every night to sleep. His suits screwed up in the trunk alongside his shoes and other belongings. Since stepping back on land he had become accustomed to a different way of living. A life of luxury. He ran a finger along the side, bringing his index finger to meet his thumb as he inspected the slight dirt that came off the panel. He peered through the window at Andy in the driver's seat. Blankets and pillows were visible inside, which only confirmed his theory. As she was fumbling around inside he went to run his finger along the roof of the car as well, but found the surface sizzled on the pad of his finger. He snatched his hand away instantly, “Bloody witches.” He muttered, shaking the pain off as the burn started to heal on his fingertip. The window rolled down and Hector glanced down at Andy’s, whose head was now poking through the window, toothpaste bubbling at the corners of her mouth. His eyes fell on the patch of toothpaste that she spat on the floor, a few inches from his shoes, which certainly cost more than the vehicle she was sitting in. He stepped back, even more as she pulled her upper body out through the window. “A badge that I wear proudly.” He pressed his hand into his chest as he grinned. “Just walking by and thought I’d pop in to say hello.” More like making a detour on his way home to check if Andy was living in her car. Again, he peered past her and into the car before returning his gaze to her. “Great host… but no I’m good for a stick of gum, thank you.” He held his hand up, shaking his head as he did so. “How come you’re living in your car then? There’s a motel right over there.” He gestured towards one of the larger buildings in the distance. He’d never checked the nightly rates on the place, but he didn’t imagine they were too high in a place like Mystic Falls. ANDY LATIMER - long time no see
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