OLIVIA CAMPBELL
Kitsune
Posts: 182
Age:
101
Occupation:
Owner of Campbell's Bar
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Henrik Mikaelson
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 22, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
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Post by OLIVIA CAMPBELL on Jul 13, 2022 18:54:08 GMT
The ability to heal almost anything came in handy when you were roaring across town. Other cars could’ve ploughed right into her path in what passed for traffic in Mystic Falls and Olivia wasn’t sure she would’ve seen them until their vehicle was riding hers like an oversized hood ornament. Perhaps there’d been a blare of horns at the last intersection that had her grip on the wheel tightening to white knuckle for a moment, but then she was through and the club was finally in the centre of her tunnel vision.
A carbuncle on the backside of a relatively civilised town. The sort of place that her own brothers would’ve chased her away from back home – not that they had anything like that in her day. Loud, dangerous, filled with booze and worse, packed to the gills on a weekend or pay day, with men who had hands like an octopus, everywhere at once. That mental image twisted her stomach again. Whoever ran the place was lucky the girls hadn’t come home with those stories. If they had …
The ground beneath the car gave an ominous lurch, like it had shifted beneath the tires, the blacktop buckling faintly. Someone in the mayor’s office was going to be pissed about the repairs, but they wouldn’t be a thousandth as angry as she was now.
Olivia gritted her teeth as she savagely twisted the wheel. The front right tyre bumped the curb like she was about to mount it and smash right through the front wall of the club. If there were any vampires hunkered down inside like toads under rocks, they’d have fried in the sun, perhaps deservedly so. The car bumped back down, brought to a stop inches behind the back bumper of car in front of her. It was a shitty parking job, but she cared about that about as much as she had the road when her temper had ripped at it.
At this time of day the place looked just like any other building on the square, albeit with its windows blacked out and the front door shut tight. The place wouldn’t be full of life for a few hours yet, a queue likely to stretch around the block tonight, with kids like her daughter and her friend bouncing anxiously in it, waiting to get in and get …
Picturing the way the two of them had arrived back at the house last night, Olivia felt heat rush to her face, and not in embarrassment. The girls had barely been sober enough to make any sense, but as she’d pushed water on them she’d pieced together enough to learn where they’d been and just what had been provided to them – against all regulations about alcohol and underaged drinkers. If it had been anybody else’s kid she might have called in the liquor licensing board but this was her daughter.
Hitting the door with outstretched arms and a wave of her power that had the ground around it buckling, Olivia barrelled inside. They were going to have a hell of a time locking the warped door later, not that gave two shits about it. The owners were gonna deserve everything they got.
There was a long haired guy behind the bar, semi-familiar, with enough of an air of Raik about him to have her stopping for a moment. Raik had upped sticks and vanished on her, another person disappearing in a town that had too many on posters for her not to worry about her kids constantly. He shifted as she watched. Olivia started towards the bar at a march, her hand going up in warning, one finger pointed in his direction. ”Move one inch and I will bury you,” she growled out. ”Where is he? Your owner. Where. Is. He?” She bit the words out through gritted teeth, her head whipping around as she noticed another door along the back wall, not the sort of hallway that would lead back to the bathrooms.
If it hadn’t been just a store cupboard that revealed itself when she opened it, Olivia would’ve been through it in a heartbeat. She scowled at it doubtfully for a moment, then slammed the door shut and spun around. Her hazel eyes rose to the security cameras on the wall, guessing the commotion had already left eyes on her. ”What’s wrong?” she called up to it, her voice echoing through the club. ”Too scared to come and face the consequences of letting two teenagers get slaughtered in your club?” Her mouth twisted faintly as she spread her hands in the air, ready to tear her way through the floor the way she had done the door. ”I would slide out from under your rock if I were you … when my husband learns about this he won’t be half as friendly.” There was a rumbling sound again. Rock and soil shifting around the bar, the warning rumbles of a house of cards about to fall.
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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 Aug 9, 2022 14:00:20 GMT
So many rules and regulations in place nowadays and Hector kept up with most of them, like fire safety (since fire can kill a vampire) and general health and safety stuff. That was all left to the humans he employed to deal with though. Downstairs abided by a different set of rules and regulations, which belonged to Hector. Amongst the rules nailed to the wall were no trouble and no killing each other. It sounded easy enough, but some of the older customers struggled to toe the line having lived a life full of violence and havoc. Rule two he would be willing to bend for certain people though and it was one Hannya was constantly breaking, but he’d given up with her and left her to her own devices. He’d grown tired of listening to her reasons as to why she felt it was necessary to kill said person. The place he had created was nothing compared to the bars he was a regular customer in centuries ago. Times had changed and unfortunately, Hector had been forced to change with them, to an extent. There was no ship at the port ready for him to board whenever things got a little out of hand. There was a set of four wheels sitting outside his apartment, but that would only take him so far. It wouldn’t drive him to the areas of the ocean where laws no longer applied and he was free to do as he pleased. A place where he would determine what would and wouldn’t be tolerated, along with whatever punishment he felt fit. Ordering a vampire to walk off a plank seemed futile, but ordering them to remove their daylight ring or whatever else kept them from sizzling was more fitting. Sadly, he couldn’t do the same with his staff nowadays although the threat of losing their job was sometimes enough to pull them back in line, in a world that was built on money. Without their paycheck, they’d struggle to afford their rent and other necessities in life. Hector sat in his office, a small stack of cash lying beside him. Manny had swung by that morning to drop off some cash that needed to be concealed via the business and the other half was Hector’s payment for helping Manny to hide his earnings. Apparently it was just the tip of everything, but Hector hadn’t decided how deep into this operation he wanted to go. He was already busy trying to cover up the profits from downstairs. Brown eyes shot off towards the computer as he heard the door crash open with a rumble. He watched as a blonde woman stormed into the building and towards the bar. His employee failed to hold the woman back as she was making her way to the door that led to his office. He sighed softly, easing into his chair as he continued watching the stranger. She paused at one of the cameras, staring straight into it. Straight at Hector. Serving underage teenagers was just another bullshit rule he had to follow. Obviously he had no pre-teens running around the bar but if they were one year shy of twenty-one who gave a shit? Downstairs he had customers who had died a few years prior to turning the legal drinking age. With a sigh he collected the cash off the side and headed towards the safe to lock it away, with no hurry in his step. He could hear her speaking still through the walls, using her husband as a threat, but then he felt the building rumble, as if an earthquake had just hit the area, but he was certain whatever just happened wasn’t natural causes. The office door clicked open and Hector appeared at the doorway, “Please. Come into my office.” He said, mustering up enough energy to place a friendly smile on his face along with a fake customer service voice. “And stop shaking my bar around like a bag of chips… please.” The structure of the building was probably questionable. OLIVIA CAMPBELL |
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OLIVIA CAMPBELL
Kitsune
Posts: 182
Age:
101
Occupation:
Owner of Campbell's Bar
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Henrik Mikaelson
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 22, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
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Post by OLIVIA CAMPBELL on Aug 19, 2022 18:52:10 GMT
Henrik would’ve dealt with this a lot more calmly. He was the one cool mind in his family, articulate, brave, logical even with his deep seated love for them all. That wasn’t to say he couldn’t destroy the club, just that he probably wouldn’t do it immediately. It would all be civil until the other shoe dropped and then he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his family.
His siblings on the other hand … Olivia’s lips twitched for just a moment as she stared up at the cameras. They were a powder keg ready to blow and infamous enough in this town that just one whisper of it would have people trying to stamp on their fuse like that would stop them from exploding once the news reached them. Niklaus would have reduced the place to matchsticks in a heartbeat, if it had been Hope who’d done something foolish last night. A Mikaelson father’s rage ready to burn.
Her own was a warmth in her chest, like a hot coal from the fireplace back in London stuck up under her diaphragm. She wasn’t a dragon, couldn’t actually breathe fire at the man who owned the place, but in that moment Olivia felt like she could. Niklaus would’ve been right to do it, she’d be right to do it. Last night her daughter had been served here, had come home drunk as a skunk. Anything could’ve happened here to the two of them and there was only one person she blamed for it.
The ground creaked ominously as that heat grew in her. He’d pay for it too and not in the miserable hangover way the girls would. Little pings and twangs sounding as the concrete floor began to complain under the strain of the shifting earth. There was a low pitch hum from the speakers, like the vibration was pulling music from the earth itself. Olivia’s eyes were on the camera, her fingers shaking slightly as they curled into her palm, the ripple of the earth echoed in those tremors. She’d tear it off the hinges, tear this place down one square inch at a time until a bigger cockroach than the bartender who’d possibly served them scurried out and then she’d bury him up to his neck and crush him in the ground.
Teeth flashed when the door finally emerged, gritted tight behind Olivia’s parted lips. The tension didn’t crack though, not even with who she presumed was the chief cockroach standing right there, smiling at her, pouring on the sugar like she couldn’t hear right through it. ”Please,” she echoed with a laugh. English. He should’ve better, it wasn’t like the legal age for drinking was 12 there. ”You’re lucky it’s not just crumbs already. It should be.” That would stop them pouring any drinks. Olivia shifted her weight, giving her right hand another faint shake, just enough to have dust falling from the ceiling before she stopped.
In the silence that followed she stalked after the guy, slamming his office door behind the two of them without touching it. A thin plume of smoke thin dust puffed up from its bottom edge. ”You’re not exactly what I expected,” she said tightly. ”Although I guess scum’s not always visible on the surface.” Almost imperiously she leaned in to the front edge of his desk, her hands on it, fingers spread in a warning. ”You had two girls in here last night … girls who are nowhere near twenty-one yet. Why on earth didn’t you stop them at the door?” Because girls like that came with money symbols stamped on them. Even if they weren’t spending their allowance on drinks the letches in this place would.
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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 Aug 29, 2022 14:11:15 GMT
Why the hell had no one stopped this woman from storming into his club and demanding to speak to him? They were supposed to act as a barrier so he didn’t need to deal with members of the public, especially before the place had even opened. Every now and then there would be a customer leaning over the bar, screaming and demanding to speak to the owner. It would only happen upstairs though. Those downstairs knew better, but the humans that drank in the Ruby Slipper didn’t. Sometimes he would entertain their complaints, but most of the time he’d tell them to leave him the hell alone but continue spending their money in the club. Nowadays people complained about everything. The drinks weren’t strong enough, a bottle of wine was expensive, the DJ wouldn’t play their request. The list went on. Granted, he did hike the price of a bottle of wine up but what else were they going to do? Leave the club? No, they would pay the price. Now he hadn’t another complaining customer at his door, but one he wasn’t able to compel to go away. The shaking building indicated so. Nonetheless, he ushered her into his office, preparing to smooth over whatever problem she had. He settled back into the office chair, his eyes snapping up towards the door as the woman slammed it shut, dust apparent from the bottom. “There’s no need to take your anger out on the door.” The stranger was starting to get under his skin, ignoring his request to stop shaking the building around. It didn’t take long for it to get personal. “Next time I’ll be sure to wear my ‘I’m the owner’ t-shirt.” Rather than a crisp white shirt with black trousers. He raised a brow when she referred to him as scum, somewhat taken aback by the insult. He’d never crossed paths with this woman before, had he? Her face wasn’t familiar, but that didn’t mean anything. There had been thousands of people walking in and out of his life, but he tried to remember the ones he’d pissed off. The woman was an angry mother, looking for answers as to why her daughter was allowed in the club. He bit his tongue, resisting the urge to tell the blonde it was her responsibility to ensure her daughter didn’t stumble into nightclubs. Hector had enough children downstairs to babysit. “Well it sounds like I’m gonna have to sack our doorman.” Or maybe even kill him. “He’s under strict orders to ID every person who looks under the age of twenty-one.” The man was compelled to do so in fact, but his perspective of age was completely subjective, “So either your daughters, I’m assuming it's your daughters, right? Either they have a fake ID or they managed to fool the doorman.” He was ready for the argument that the woman’s daughters would never use a fake ID to get into a nightclub, but our their parents' backs were turned teenagers would do anything for a sip of alcohol and a night of dancing. OLIVIA CAMPBELL |
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OLIVIA CAMPBELL
Kitsune
Posts: 182
Age:
101
Occupation:
Owner of Campbell's Bar
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Henrik Mikaelson
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 22, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
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Post by OLIVIA CAMPBELL on Sept 12, 2022 17:20:53 GMT
Florence Ashby had never been a violent woman. Despite having a dozen children running wild around the house, she’d never raised a hand to any of them. Disappointment was revealed with silence, the pinch of a mouth that could show such joy at other times, the little lines, and later, when it was grandchildren starting to turn her hair white, deeper ones, around her mouth and between her brows appearing. It was all Olivia had ever needed to see to tell that her mother was upset with her. Then those thorns would turn inwards and she would feel as though her heart was being torn up. As she’d lectured Alice – not as heavily as perhaps her daughter deserved, but someone else was far more to blame here – Olivia had felt those thorns again. Maybe it wasn’t just the person being lectured who hurt because of it, maybe her mom had too.
Motherhood had been everything and nothing like she’d expected. Having an example like Florence took you some way, but when you had to go through that myriad of steps yourself, it all felt like it wouldn’t work. This, this was something that did. Her heart had stopped aching when the heat had rolled in. Anger had stopped that internal bleeding, and hopefully, when she walked out of here it would be the owner feeling that stabbing pain – although through some delicate part of him and not the heart that his profits obviously shielded from all the shitty stuff he was doing here.
Olivia’s lip curled as he cautioned her again, her teeth flashing in a wolfish grin that her sisters knew not to trust. No need? She shrugged, her lips twitching again as she stood on the other side of the desk and eased in to his personal space. ”What would you prefer I take it out on instead?” she asked. She could send him and the desk through the floor in a heartbeat if he really would rather she didn’t turn this place into a house of horrors, every wall buckled and wonky, every piece of flesh in it squashed pancake flat.
If this was a lighter moment – if she was less angry – she might’ve laughed at the sarcasm. It wasn’t though. The guy wasn’t funny and neither was serving two teenaged, and very obviously underaged, girls enough to get them both stinking drunk. ”The arsehole in charge might work a little better. I’m sure people will figure it means exactly the same thing.” Olivia wanted to send that power down through her fingertips. Her fingers curled on the desk, her breath drawn in just a little deeper in anticipation. It felt too long since she’d been able to use her abilities to fix something, to protect what was hers. The tips of her fingers tingled with it, the same way her lips did.
Spitting the question of why at him seemed to leaving him biting his tongue. Oh, go on, try and excuse the fuck out of getting kids drunk. Olivia adjusted her weight, the laughter coming finally, the mocking sort that said you’re talking bullshit. ”I guess he doesn’t like taking your orders, either that or your training here absolutely sucks. Those girls didn’t look twenty-one, no matter how dressed up they were.” She stiffened, her lips pressing together for a moment before she stood and started to pace, that itch back under her skin. ”Only one is. The other way her friend. Your man should have been able to spot a fake – as I’m guessing you would be able to – as for fooling somebody … If you’ve got yourself some little cesspit of supernatural partiers here then y0u should know better than to hire somebody who can be compelled or glamoured into throwing the rules out the window. Are you that dumb?” More than likely. It wasn’t like she’d had any trouble getting in the door.
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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 Oct 1, 2022 21:27:48 GMT
Hector had no children so he couldn’t fully comprehend whatever love a person may have towards their offspring, he could only imagine it. Although he’d been told many times before that no love compared to that for your own child. Not even the love he had for Evelyn, apparently, though he would happily gut a person for trying to tell him that undermined the feelings he had for that woman. Nothing else had compared to that level of love and nothing else ever would. It was one of a kind. The closest he ever got to children was the crew on his ship. So, in his world the anger this woman was displaying was somewhat over the top, but he knew better than to tell her to calm down. No doubt if he did the bricks would come tumbling out of the walls and his business would be rubble on the ground. He didn’t bother responding to her question as there was no suitable answer to give. He would have offered himself up as a punching bag, but he had only just had his shirt dry cleaned. The compelled employee at the dry cleaners never questioned the spots of blood someone found on Hector’s shirt. Now she was calling him an asshole, which was a little more fitting than scum so he was happy to let that one slide. Her insults wouldn’t make a dent in his ego anyway and she was more than welcome to join the back of the line of the long list of enemies he’d made over the years. You don’t get to the top without pissing off a few people along the way. “I’ll consider getting that printed on a t-shirt.” The asshole in charge had a ring to it though. It was like something you would find scribbled across a t-shirt hanging in a tourist shop, with other trinkets and pieces of junk. There was only so much Hector could do to stop underage people from coming into the club and the woman could stand there shouting at him all day long, but in reality, it wasn’t actually his fault the girls got inside. The blame lay solely with the door staff. “He sticks to the orders given to him, but unfortunately judging a person’s age is considered subjective and there are some very convincing fake IDs in circulation at the moment.” A criminal activity he had dipped his toes into from time to time. He had secured himself a number of fake passports over the years and none of them failed him. If they could fool authorities at the airport, then they would certainly fool his meathead doorman. He watched the woman as she started to pace the room, the fury still burning inside her. He moved back towards his chair, taking a seat, quick to return his gaze to the woman. She was like a ticking time bomb. “Supernatural partiers?” He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head softly, “I’m sorry but I have no idea what you’re on about Ms… Mrs? In fact, what is your daughter's name? I can put her on our blacklist until she turns twenty-one, along with her friend.” However there was no stopping her daughter from trying to come in under another alias, which again, wouldn’t be Hector’s fault. OLIVIA CAMPBELL |
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OLIVIA CAMPBELL
Kitsune
Posts: 182
Age:
101
Occupation:
Owner of Campbell's Bar
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Henrik Mikaelson
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 22, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
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Post by OLIVIA CAMPBELL on Oct 14, 2022 20:32:50 GMT
How did you spread this level of love amongst twelve kids? Olivia knew she’d grown up in a different time – kids then certainly hadn’t been half as indulged, or as rude as they could be now – and her older siblings had taken an active part in raising the young ones, but still, it had just been her mum at the head of that table. Fighting in the corner of every one of her children, even if she didn’t entirely believe in what they were trying to do. Olivia imagined if she’d gone home and said none of the officers would listen to their female compatriots, Florence would’ve been on the first train up to the midlands, handbag ready to swing for the disrespect her daughter had been shown. It was a mother’s love, a parent’s love, fierce and all consuming. You would fight to keep them safe, fight to make sure they were happy and knew they were loved. In the case of Henrik’s mother, you would do monstrous things to guarantee you didn’t lose them.
Alice likely wouldn’t have come to much harm at the club – there was too much of her parents in her – but the chance had been there and other children in this town wouldn’t have that. You had to nip these things in the bud, take them down with a wall of power so high it felt like it touched the sky when the real danger arrived. Once upon a time she’d shied from that, and Olivia had sworn as George had bled out in that road that it would be the last time. She would do whatever she had to, even if it would likely get her arrested for destruction of private property. Not that it was much of anything in the first place.
The man who owned the place seemed to radiate smug. Reclining there in his seat, all gloss and lip, just the arrogance that seemed to bleed from him enough to have the flame under her temper ticking away. It didn’t matter that there was a thread of humour that she might’ve appreciated on some other day. This wasn’t the time for it. Olivia’s eyes narrowed, the corners of her mouth twitching like she’d just bitten down on a lemon rind. ”How about having it tattooed on your forehead instead?” She could perhaps do it herself, flinging dirt at him fast enough that it embedded in his skin. A permanent, stinging reminder of just how he’d screwed up.
This never would’ve flown in her place. It was a matter of pride that people paid attention to her rules. No trouble. Certainly no underaged drinking and her kids had known better than to even try it there – which was probably why Alice had ended up at the Club instead. He’d wrung a laugh out of her over trying to blow off the accusations, but now Olivia was gritting her teeth, trying to hold back the waters of her temper that wanted to rush out tsunami fast. ”Subjective … come on, don’t treat me like I’m an idiot. Most fake IDs are obvious a mile off, even if they’re not, can you honestly not just use your own two eyes. It’s not like they look like forty year olds. Train. Your. People. Better.” The words were spat like bullets, the suggestion that he park his own arse out there and handle it held in reserve.
At the rate he was going, this guy wasn’t going to have a club to worry about. It would be splinters and concrete dust spread around him. Alice would probably be mortified at it, but this was a supernatural mother’s prerogative. Undoubtedly he’d be alive in the middle of it, there were things other than cockroaches that would survive the apocalypse. Olivia cackled, stalking over to his desk. This time she didn’t use her power, she just shoved it back towards him. She planted her hands against the edge of it, sneering at him across it. ”You can call me Olivia, I might as well be on first name terms with the man I’m chewing up. And don’t act the innocent. I’m not stupid, and you’re not either. Half the people in here are something other than your usual.” Her smile went cold, her hazel eyes flinty. ”That would be Mikaelson, Alice Mikaelson. Now, what would your name be? I’m sure her father and his family would be interested in hearing it.” He could try bluffing but the Mikaelson name was usually a sledgehammer and blew right through all this bluster.
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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 Nov 14, 2022 16:44:29 GMT
Oh God, was this woman going to drone on and on forever? He wanted to hand her the number for the local police station, let her report him to them and maybe his favourite detective could come down to pay a visit. He almost rolled his eyes in the back of his skull at her comment to get the phrase tattooed across his forehead. Being patient with people wasn’t exactly one of his redeeming qualities. The pair were running around in circles. She was batting the blame to Hector and he was simply batting it out of the court completely. It was her daughter that had gone behind her back and snuck into a club underage, so maybe the woman should head off home and direct some of her anger toward her daughter. “I will pencil my employees in for a course on how to spot fake IDs, next Monday at 9 am.” The anger was flowing from this woman rapidly, so he held back inviting her along to the session so she could stand up at the front to show his staff how to spot a fake ID, since it was so bloody obvious. He could have trained his staff until he was blue in the face, there was always someone going to slip through the net. It was a numbers game with Whitmore college so close to the town. Twenty one was so old to start drinking anyway. Hector had taken a sip of red wine by the time he was ten with no one there to bat his hands away and tell him that it was for adults only. His left arm shot up, meeting the end of his desk before it slammed into him. It was time to drop his customer service face. He was done playing nice with this woman. “Well, Olivia, if you're so au fait with my club you’ll be aware that you’re going to struggle to chew me up. It takes more than a collapsed building to take me down.” He suspected it would probably be easy for him to take Olivia down.
Mikaelson— Shit. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to back down, swallow his words and offer Olivia an apology, even if it meant bringing certain death to his front door. There weren’t many people who Hector was fearful of, but the Mikaelsons were almost top of that list, Klaus in particular. The unhinged original vampire who didn’t offer a second chance to those who crossed him. Hector had been actively staying on their good side since he was turned. He’d always joked that his ego would get him killed, but maybe it finally would. “Hector Dacre… Funnily enough, I’m an old friend of Elijah’s. I was a part of his group, the Strixs, back in the 1400s.” Again, he may have signed his death certificate by mentioning Elijah, but Elijah was a sensible man. Surely he’d see that this whole mess was out of Hector’s hands. Pass him the stake, he’ll drive it through his own heart to save the Mikaelsons any bother. OLIVIA CAMPBELL - wrap up with yours? |
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OLIVIA CAMPBELL
Kitsune
Posts: 182
Age:
101
Occupation:
Owner of Campbell's Bar
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Henrik Mikaelson
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 22, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
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Post by OLIVIA CAMPBELL on Nov 22, 2022 22:26:38 GMT
The sarcasm was just short of sending her temper over the edge. Flashing power around in this town, even if it was just of the earth moving kind, and not the sort that could age up all the kids in town overnight or turn good little werewolves into a personal army of hybrids. Wisdom and experience said to keep it to herself unless the situation was dire. In the moment, with that mental image of how Alice had stumbled into the house, in mind, it had seemed perfectly reasonable to bring the whole place down. Maybe it still seemed half reasonable. Just the one room, with him still sitting in it. The staff who hadn’t stopped her from walking in could dig him out, and hopefully they wouldn’t have to do much more than pick splinters out of him. Maybe a little misery would dull that sharp tongue for a moment.
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, making a small sound in her throat. A mother’s patience stretched to the thickness of a single hair, all the better to snap clean through. The desk squealed across the floor, her knuckles pressing white against her skin as she held it there. He’d caught it on his end, unfortunately before she’d knocked him on him pompous ass. A ticked off mother and a jackass facing off against the width of it. ”Well, if you’re au fait with the things that walk in here, you’ll be aware that I’m more than I look. I’d say a collapsed building would at least be a pain in the arse to crawl out from under, especially if you’ve got to dig through a dozen feet of earth to do it.” She shifted, muscles tensing under her skin, just in case. She’d made the mistake of trusting once before and had paid for it. She wouldn’t do so again.
She hadn’t gone into her relationship with Henrik blind. Just the name Mikaelson put a target on your back. Anybody close to them, loved by them, was a walking, talking target, a way to try and drive them to their knees if you were foolish enough to take a chance. And, it seemed, Hector Dacre, wasn’t willing to. Slowly, Olivia straightened up, the smile tugging at her lips as she dusted her palms off. ”I’m willing to bet there are a lot who’d claim the same title. If you were close to Elijah, then you’ll know just what he’s willing to do to protect his family … and what his brothers and sisters are like when their patience is strained.” They wouldn’t have just razed this place to the ground, they would’ve scorched everything that remained of it too, just to make their point.
The name, Olivia supposed, would do enough, even if he had tossed back his history with a tone that still held a little glib. ’I’m in with the family’, AKA, I’m not that bad a man, don’t kill me. She wondered if Elijah would even recognise the name, or the weasely little face. ”Perhaps the next time Elijah would be happy to come in my place. I imagine he’d appreciate a word with an old friend about what was served up to his niece here. Mark my words, Mr Dacre, this is going to be the one and only time my daughter, or any other underaged drinkers are served here. If it happens again, I’ll be the least of your problems.”” Her smile was sharp, the threat lingering as she stepped back. At the door she cast one last look over her shoulder, considering the man in the chair for a moment before she stepped through the door and with the clunk of it shutting, raised the ground beneath his desk to try and tip it and the man behind it over. ”He might need a little something,” she said sweetly to the bartender on the way out. He’d need more than a belt of whiskey if he didn’t bother to listen this time.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
