KITANA RYO
Werewolf
Posts: 113
Age:
21
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
A little party never hurt no one
Last seen Apr 22, 2024 19:28:24 GMT
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Post by KITANA RYO on Apr 7, 2024 16:07:56 GMT
Every few minutes she was pulling her phone from her jeans pocket to check on Bram, like a mom checking on her baby in bed. Except Bram wasn’t a baby, he was a full grown man. It would have been next level weird to sit in Bram’s bedroom and watch him sleep. Kitty invited him to the club with her and Phoebe, but he turned down the offer because he had work the next day. Such a responsible adult. So did Kitty, but that didn’t stop her from ordering countless double vodka sodas. It wasn’t like she needed to make herself presentable tomorrow morning and heer first meeting wasn’t until three. She promised she’d keep an eye on the camera though in case anything bizarre happened. Bram thought Kitty was able to shake him out of the sleepwalking, but impossible. She just needed to make sure Bram’s alter ego didn’t do anything stupid, like set himself on fire and walk across the woods with bodies. It was difficult to fully enjoy her evening when she was constantly worried about Bram. She felt guilty being that person who was constantly looking at her phone, even though she had an alert set up so her phone would vibrate if there was any movement. It would only take a few seconds for Bram to crawl out of bed and disappear into the darkness. Kitty grabbed her shot off the bar, throwing it back before trailing off onto the dancefloor with Phoebe. This place felt like their second home but there was nowhere else in town that stayed open past midnight bar the casino. She was willing to spend all her wages on alcohol but throwing it away on gambling was another thing. She didn’t have a clue how poker worked. Plus the place didn’t have music pumping through the speakers like the club. The appeal just wasn’t there for her. Then her phone vibrated from the depths of her pocket. She pulled it out so quickly it nearly tumbled from her hands onto the dancefloor. Bram was on the move. “Finish your drinks! We gotta go!” She quickly polished off both of her double vodka sodas. She was practically sprinting out the club, hoping Phoebe was behind her. As soon as they stepped outside she held her phone up to Phoebe, “We gotta keep an eye on Bram.” Kitty hadn’t told Phoebe everything about Bram. Just the bare bones fact that she’d been helping him to get to the bottom of his mystery midnight walks. “He’ll be headin’ to the woods. That’s where he always goes ‘cause that's where he puts all the bodies.” Kitty started walking quickly through the town square. It wasn’t like either of them were going to get out of breath quickly. “Soooooo, Bram is a hellhound… apparently. Did you know anythin’ about them?” She was expecting Phoebe to know everything because she was some encyclopaedia of knowledge considering she’d been alive forever. PHOEBE MURPHY
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 77
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 5, 2024 18:58:32 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Apr 30, 2024 20:59:31 GMT
Lawrence being fired from the club hadn’t exactly meant her boycotting the place. If anything it had meant more of her new found wealth (as though the DA’s office paid its interns more than pennies) ending up in Hector’s pockets. Without Lawerence behind the bar, she’d had to talk the pretty-eyed giant behind the bar into lining the drinks up for her instead. Huffing out a breath she’d pulled her card from her purse each time. You’d have thought she was stealing from the place instead of merely accepting drinks in return for keeping the place buzzing.
Thank God Lawrence had bargained to get his job back and it was him on the other side of the bar tonight. Phoebe beamed at him, wriggling four fingers in the air to order another round of shots for her and Kitty. If they’d had company it would’ve been both hands in the air, but they had been left high and dry for the night. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Raik in the crowd and apparently Bram was the sort of responsible that her and Kitty absolutely weren’t. He might have seemed eight foot tall, but alcohol apparently didn’t burn through those slabs of muscle the same way they did her and Kitty’s delicate bodies.
”Drink,” Phoebe ordered, sliding a shot towards Kitty as she caught her tucking her phone away again. ”Time’ll go faster if you’re not looking at that every five seconds.” Not that she wanted that to happen particularly. It wasn’t like she had a lot waiting for her at home. Her last attempt to coax someone tall, brawny and sweet into going home with her, they’d both ended up going home alone. Somewhere along the line she’d become one of those sad spinsters and God she hated it. Just because her heart was off the table didn’t mean that the rest of her was too, did it?
Phoebe threw down another shot and gathered the empty glasses together to push them across the bar towards Lawrence. ”We’ll be back,” she called out with a grin, her words more warning than anything. Lawrence better make a trip down to the store room to prepare for their return.
Throwing her hands up, Phoebe strode out onto the dance floor like she was the one who was eight feet tall instead. Music pounded across the floor, setting the rhythm as she found a space and began to move to it. Who needed someone waiting at home for them anyway. Relationships were overrated, just leaving your heart open to be torn out of your chest emotionally as well as physically. At one point she’ d have said Kitty understood that, but since she’d let Bram, Phoebe had wondered if they were soon gonna be hearts floating in her eyes the same way there constantly were in Kitty’s, only Bram was way more deserving of them than the asshole Krista had fallen for.
Not again. Phoebe rolled her eyes as Kitty dragged her phone out again. At this rate she’d have to hand it to Lawrence to hold behind the bar if she wanted Kitty’s attention on having a good time. ”Oh come on,” Phoebe groaned as Kitty slammed her drink back and ordered her out. ”The night’s barely started.” She threw back her last shot all the same, taking Kitty’s glass from her to pass both off to some random guy in the crowd. ”Thanks,”[/n] she called sweetly before she took off.
Small as she was, it was easy to thread her way through the crowd to follow Kitty outside. The minute she did Kitty was explaining. Bram was apparently a sleep walker with a talent for sniffing out trouble why he was under. ”You could just lock him in, you know. I’ve probably still got some cuffs in my apartment, he might enjoy being tied up for a while.” Her grin had a wicked edge to it, one that faded fast. ”Why he couldn’t pick somewhere a little less gross to head to, I’ll never know.” Really she couldn’t talk. As a child she’d always been out in the woods, desperately trying to find some escape from the coven and her parents’ expectations. After she’d lived in the wilderness for decades, but times changed and there was a hell of a lot to be said for indoor plumbing.
”He puts the bodies, what?” Phoebe hurried after Kitty, her heels tapping rapidly as she tried to keep up with her. She scrambled in front, aimed a finger at Kitty like she could stop her and then spun around. Kitty probably just would’ve run right over her to catch up to Bram. ”That bit seems to have conveniently been missing from everything you told me before.” But suddenly it kinda made sense.
She frowned, snorting as she looked over at Kitty. ”You can’t tell me that golden retriever of a man is moonlighting as a hellhound.” She didn’t know what they honestly might’ve been like, but it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when she looked at Bram. ”Hellhounds were like a bedtime story when I was a kid. Behave yourself or the hellhounds will end up coming for you.” When she broke her neck falling out of a tree or managed to flip her boat and drown in the lake. ”How did you find out what he is?” It sure as hell didn’t seem like it would’ve come from Bram himself. The man had Kitty setting up cameras in his room because he thought he was sleepwalking for Christ’s sake.
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