ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Sept 22, 2021 2:53:41 GMT
 ━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
He flashed his badge at the door after cutting the line, and the meathead guarding it stepped aside to let him in without a fight. Ricky assumed that it was easy now because it’d be difficult with the owner later, like a karma-ish, universe-balancing type of thing. Just what he needed.
The bass thundered through the establishment, pounding in Ricky’s chest and ears, making him frown deeply at the performers. He didn’t care what it was; music of any form should’ve never been that loud. It was ridiculous.
Dark eyes scanned the sweaty, gyrating bodies on the dance floor as if he could pick anybody out, his mind wandering to the number of people, and wondering at what point this became a fire code violation. Or a health code violation, he thought, sneering at a few of the more eccentric individuals.
Ricky headed for the bar instead, leaning one elbow over the counter. The bartender, a tall man with long, dark hair, tied back and a thick beard━one Ricky recognized from his research━came to ask him what he wanted to drink. “I’d like to speak with the owner, Hector Dacre.”
“Can I ask what you wanna talk to him for?”
“No, you can’t.” Ricky stated bluntly, earning a scoff and an eye-roll from the man. “Let him know I want to see him, and that I don’t like waiting.” He called over the music, though his tone was obviously that of somebody who was already exasperated. The bartender looked astonished that somebody would ever speak to him like that, but Ricky didn’t have time to explain to this drugged-up idiot what he was doing there. It was obvious from the glaze in his eyes and his upbeat energy, one that didn’t match the likely state of a veteran working in a bar. Especially one from the Special Forces who was discharged after saving his crew and earning some heavy PTSD from it. Yeah, Ricky had gone through the establishment’s file with a fine-tooth comb.
“Look, asshole, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” The man started, putting his hands on the bar to make himself look bigger, leaning towards Ricky━as if that would intimidate him. Ricky knew this guy could probably kick his ass, but he didn’t move an inch, only smirking at the bartender. “But you better walk out now before I throw you out.”
Ricky sighed, pulling his badge from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He opened it, showing it to the bartender. The guy’s blue eyes narrowed at the ID, attempting to validate before they went wide. “Look, asshole,” Ricky began, echoing his words from before, “I suggest you stop wasting my time, because if you continue pissing me off, I’ll make a call to your parole officer. I’m sure he’d love to do a surprise drug test on you, Kristopher Clarke.” The detective smirked as he watched the vet take a step back, and leaned back from the counter, slipping his badge back into the inside of his jacket. “Now, I’d like to see Mr. Dacre.”
The bartender nodded, mumbling something that sounded like “Wait here,” and walked out from behind the counter. Ricky watched as the man disappeared behind a door, and followed him once he was gone. Kit went down the long hallway to the manager’s office, not wanting to show Ricky anything back there, the detective presumed. The ex-convict rapped on the manager’s door, apologizing for bothering him before letting him know a detective was waiting for him by the bar. An asshole detective who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, as the owner would soon learn.
It was then that Ricky slipped past the doors that led to the hallway, turning in one direction, and then the other, spotting the bartender near an open door. “Mr. Dacre?” He called out. “I’m detective de la Peña, I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Ricky started, walking towards the bartender who gave him a disapproving look that Ricky thoroughly ignored. “Could we talk in your office? Or anywhere to get away from all that noise,”
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
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Business Owner
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I made the devil run
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Oct 13, 2021 11:44:21 GMT
Thursday night was always the calm before the storm. People warming themselves up for the impending weekend, ready to drink their stressful working week away. He’d been one of those people back in the 60s. Hitting up every bar on the upper west side in New York, consuming anything with a percentage until the early hours of the morning before doing it all over the next day. The humans struggled to keep up with him, coming to work the following Monday sporting dark circles under their eyes whilst Hector was fresh as ever. Reminding his co-workers to eat their greens if they wanted to do things the way he did. He vowed that was the last time he would work underneath someone. Especially people who were so clearly underneath him. Having middle aged men with cheap suits throwing orders at him wasn’t the life he wanted, but he wasn’t going to disappear on a mundane Wednesday afternoon. Packing up his belongings never to be seen again, rather he held out until the very last moment to flee. The police were hot on his tail for his crimes and he waited until he heard the rap on the door, a voice barking from behind the door to open up. It was only when the door was booted wide open he disappeared, leaving no trace behind. Keeping a low profile was needed after that. Various towns and cities along the east coast, making sure he kept on the right side of the law for a while. The music flooded the corridor outside his office before there was a tap on his door, “Yes?” He pushed his chair away from his desk, not actually doing any work rather just watching the CCTV for the bar downstairs. Watching Hannya, Lincoln and Lawrence, but all of them were behaving, though the word applied loosely to the demon. The paperwork was still mounting in the corner, reminding him he needed to hire an accountant quickly. Behind the door was Kit Clarke, announcing to Hector there was a nosey detective in the upstairs wanting to speak with him. The vampire let out a long sigh, tearing his eyes away from the monitor in front of him. Perhaps another disappearance act was on the cards if the police started to dig around about the bodies he and Lawrence disposed of. Still, he was sure nothing could be linked back to him. The detective’s voice travelled down the corridor, growing louder as he approached Hector’s door. With one quick swoop, he turned the monitor to the CCTV of the club upstairs. There was a time Hector would have been the one asking questions to the criminals. Grilling the suspect on their whereabouts when Mrs Blythe’s bread was stolen the previous Sunday. Nothing on par with Detective de la Peña though. Most crimes back in the 13th century were boring, but at that time it was a scandal if someone stole Mrs Blythe’s bread and Hector was tasked with the job to apprehend the thief, bringing a sense of safety back to the village. Now tables had turned. The shoe was on the other foot. Hector was the one being asked questions— A few questions apparently. Dark eyes drifted up to the door to see the male appear, “Detective de la Peña. Please, come in” He gestured towards the empty seat in his office, his demeanour as collective as ever. ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA - giggling at the gif |
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Oct 22, 2021 15:28:40 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
‘Detective de la Peña. Please, come in.’
Ricky flashed Kristopher a smug smirk before stepping in, watching the neanderthal nod at his boss like a good little dog and then disappear behind the now-closed door, hopefully never to be heard from again.
The detective moved into the space, eyeing everything and taking mental notes in a matter of seconds━it was his job, after all. Security cameras (as expected), so why did the bartender need to tell Hector where Ricky was? He’d heard it while walking down the hall━“a detective in the front”━though, Ricky would chalk that up to normal conversation for now and stick it in his back pocket. Not likely to lead to anything. Hector could have easily been starting on that mountain of paperwork in the corner, though it didn’t look like he was eager to touch it. There was still that suspicious door at the end of the hall, and the detective made an extra note: access blueprints of this building. He didn’t need to be a lawman for that sort of thing.
Lowering himself down on the offered seat at the couch, Ricky’s dark eyes found Hector’s, though there wasn’t even a ghost of a friendly smile on his lips. There was no need or time to beat around the bush, and, seemingly, nobody had ever taught Ricky the phrase “you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.”
“Is there a large area downstairs? I couldn’t help but notice the extra doorway at the end of the hall.” Go on, tell me it’s only for storage. Ricky waited, trying to hide that humourless amusement.
“You’re doing fairly well for a club in Mystic Falls, aren’t you? Small, quiet towns like this one are not often so welcoming to outsiders opening up businesses that don’t go with the regular theme.” Excessive drinking and loud music often did not━neither did secret supernatural schemes, though something told Ricky Mystic Falls was a hub for that sort of thing. “Have you been approached by any other outsiders looking to drum up business with your customers? Potential partnerships━legal and otherwise?” Like his brother. If Ricky knew Manolo at all (he liked to think he did, or at least had, considering he’d raised the kid), this would be just the sort of place he’d flock to. Drunk civilians, eager to keep the party going long after the place closed.
“Do you wrap up at closing time exactly every night? All patrons are ushered out, etcetera.”
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
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Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Nov 8, 2021 18:38:54 GMT
It hadn’t been the first time Hector had law enforcement rapping at his door. However, there was no polite knock on his door at his New York apartment. They announced themselves as they were ripping the door off its hinges. Kicking it down as they clutched their guns to their chest, running inside of the apartment looking for their criminal, but the place was empty. Hector leaped from the window less than a second before the door opened. He’d heard their voices travelling down the corridor long before they arrived. Whispers to the human ears, but not to him. He could hear their conversations clearly. On the count of three, they were going to raid the place. The detective was straight to the point with his line of questioning. The doorway at the end of the hall. Of course, he was asking about that door. He was quick to ask as well, perhaps too quick Hector pondered. “Just an empty office where we keep bits and bobs” It was on the tip of his tongue to invite the detective down there to look. Reverse psychology but if he accepted then Hector would have no choice but to snap his neck, then there would be a dead detective to deal with. They were more problematic than the normal everyday humans. More questions. Of course. He hadn’t come all the way here to ask about the door. Interestingly, the other male didn’t have a notepad. Writing down everything Hector was saying.
“There was an open market here for a nightclub especially with Whitmore College just down the road. The place was lacking something like this. The locals have been very welcoming so far and I made sure they knew my door is always open if there are any concerns about music being too loud or anything similar. The nightclub helps to bring money to the town” Often people would go to the other bars in the area for drinks before heading to the Ruby Slipper. It was a win-win situation, in Hector’s opinion. The vampire frowned at Detective de la Peña’s question. Truly confused by it, “No I haven’t, but then again I tend to be a one-man-band. It’s easier that way” Having too many people involved in a business was bound to cause problems. Hector liked to run things his own way, without any interference. The type of inference he was experiencing right now. Hector rested both forearms on the arm of his chair, swinging side to side by a fraction. “We try to get everyone out the door by 1am Sunday to Thursday and 4am Friday and Saturday. We tend to shut the music off 15 minutes before closing and my staff are quick to round everyone up off” Apart from the bar downstairs which stayed open to whatever time their last customer was bidding farewell. ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA |
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Nov 27, 2021 22:16:02 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
Rising, Ricky smoothed out his suit jacket, listening intently to the information Hector provided. It was all basic, facts he already knew from his research, but this, like most things, wasn’t something Ricky wanted to rush. The club was a popular destination in town, especially with the influx of migrants to the area, most being college-age kids. They were the perfect market for Manolo, too. Not to mention the dramatic uptick in “accidental” deaths; one couldn’t say for sure whether it was causation or correlation, but Ricky figured they’d soon find out.
‘No I haven’t, but then again I tend to be a one-man band. It’s easier that way.’
It wasn’t as if Hector would flaunt it, but a quick listen to his heartbeat found… that it was weak. He didn’t look in poor health, so Ricky had to wonder what this man was. Something old, he thought, to create businesses like this and seemingly have already come from money. And, Ricky added mentally, having a history that somehow began out of nowhere.
Edging toward the door, Ricky shifted until he was almost halfway out of the threshold.
“I have reports that people can be seen leaving your establishment up to just before sunrise. Would you care to explain that, Mr. Dacre, while you show me what you have in storage?”
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 11, 2021 15:40:09 GMT
To think he nearly banned Cassie from the bar until he saw an opportunity. Witches could be helpful at times, when they weren’t busy making plans to eradicate vampires. It was just another ‘I help you and you help me’ kind of deal. She is safe in the bar, no harm will come to her so long as she is able to keep the place cloaked from unwanted guests. People like the serious-looking detective in front of him, who was insisting to see the storage.
“You say it like there is absolutely nothing a club can keep in storage” It wasn't a far-fetched lie, but authorities seemed keen to sniff out every corner of the building. Hector deemed himself too clever to be caught out by them. He’d been playing this game for longer than they had and he won every single time. “But of course. Let’s go see what I’m hiding” A smile on his face as he too rose to her feet, seconds after the detective. He tugged carefully at the edges of his suit, straightening himself up, as he did a quick scan of the other male's attire. Detective jobs obviously didn’t pay as well in Mystic Falls compared to the big cities. There was no need to show the detective the way. He was already leaving the office, setting off down the corridor. It was embarrassing to see local enforcement had nothing better to do than investigate a nightclub in the town. There hadn’t been any reported deaths in the building since the last owner fled. The unreported ones were a different story. Hector trailed behind, no hurry to his pace as the detective threw another question his way before fixating on the word storage. It almost had him laughing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He approached the door, glancing at de la Peña for a moment. “Cleaners sometimes or most of the time it’s the bar staff. We like to unwind after a busy night by having a few drinks together and as the young ones say. Time flies when you’re having fun” Hector looked down at the keypad on the door, quickly tapping in the eight digit code. A click as the door unlocked. The vampire pushed it open, stepping to one side to allow the detective to go first. Inside consisted of all sorts of bits. Old speakers, cleaning supplies, party decorations, boxes of various spirits and beer. There was even a golf club and an inflatable flamingo. ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA |
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Dec 28, 2021 17:42:00 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
‘... as the young ones say, time flies when you’re having fun.’
“Is that what they say?” Enrique muttered, trudging with Hector to the supposed ‘storage room door.’ He couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to work a stressful shift long into the night and then stay at work after, but he had nothing to bounce back at Hector━it wasn’t far-fetched enough. He was, however, growing increasingly curious about this storage room. He watched as Mr. Dacre typed in the code to unlock the door; Ricky’s nerves were buzzing under his skin, excited for a new discovery and then… nothing.
Well, not nothing, but next to nothing. The detective whooshed into the room like a bat out of hell, brow furrowed as his dark eyes swept over its contents, disappointment seeping into the pit of his belly. Determination came next, as he was sure this wasn’t everything. It couldn’t be. With all the patience he could muster together, Ricky moved slowly to each cardboard box that was easily accessible, flipping open the lid to double-check that its contents were as described on the outside. So far, everything looked fine enough, but he could still feel a tingling under his skin. Something was wrong.
“Perhaps the ‘bits and bobs’ a club keeps in storage aren’t as interesting as I thought they would be.” Ricky pressed a tight, humourless smile to his lips, turning back to Hector. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Dacre, and let me know if any out-of-town opportunities come knocking. You wouldn’t want to do business with partners that engage in illegal activities, would you?” At that, he found his own bit of humour and stuck his hand out to shake Hector’s, that smug grin ever-present on his face. “No doubt I’ll be seeing you soon.” And with that, Ricky gave him a curt nod and exited, only having to suffer through that awful music for a few short moments this time.
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