MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Nov 25, 2023 17:28:45 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Nov 25, 2023 17:28:45 GMT
”Any drinks with that?”
”Hmm?” Mab looked up, staring at the woman behind the counter for a moment before she shook her head. ”Just the cupcakes, thanks.”
Her lips twitched into a faint smile as she paid. She hadn’t even intended on those, but she’d passed a tall guy in the street, a bag from the bakery in one hand, the other on the belly of a baby strapped to his chest. Probably some sort of a weekend treat for a family. The pang from that had been short lived. Just because her family – what had been left of it – wasn’t the sunny Saturday afternoon kind didn’t mean that others didn’t get the blessing of it. There’d still been sweets on occasion, never bought by her grandmother, but pressed on her by visitors who knew that the gesture would be lost on the old witch. Sugary little cookies, cannoli, little amaretti biscuits that would crunch loudly enough to wring a mutter out of Chiara (of course that meant she’d do it all she could).
The cupcakes had sat on a tray in the glass cabinet she now hovered in front of as they were boxed up. Red velvet, plain old vanilla, caramel, chocolate. The last two were being boxed up for her, 2 of each. Turning away to bag the box up, she thought that the woman added something else to the bag, but Mab said nothing as it was passed over. It had probably just been napkins, in the anticipation that the frosting was gonna get everywhere. Her tongue touched the corner of her mouth as she walked back out. She could almost taste it there, even though she’d never tried them before.
In the constant anticipation that she’d be leaving town the minute St John reappeared – she knew in her gut that he hadn’t run the minute he was free – she’d left the fridge practically bare. The essentials were picked up every few days, but more often than not she’d get take out for dinner, or she’d head out into town. By now she could’ve recited the menu from the Grill by heart. A woman could lose her mind over her hundredth cheese burger. Maybe she had. By now she could’ve been back in New York, trying to figure out where the vampire had run to from home – not that the old brownstone held any real appeal. She just wouldn’t have been here alone, twiddling her thumbs while Joseph lingered in…
Dragging her teeth over her lower lip, Mab raised a hand to pinch her thumb and forefinger into her eyes. She pressed hard enough to have lights dancing in the darkness behind closed lids. Maybe he was better off there than here with her. He’d known what he was getting into when he’d agreed to partner up with her, he’d promised her that when they’d started talking about leaving. His love for her had killed him in the end, coming back would only leave him vulnerable to that again. The old bitch wasn’t gonna let go the minute she finally got to tear St John apart inch by inch, her bony grip on her only blood relative’s life would stay, claws digging in to control her like a puppet.
Mab shrugged her shoulders, trying to rid herself of the feeling as she dropped her hand away. She stopped on the sidewalk, eyes on the Grill at the end far end of the square and felt her stomach rebel. Not another cheeseburger, not tonight. A ripple of laughter came from beside her, a couple spilling out of the Diner. They smiled at her before they were past, heading up the street. Another pang.
She stared at the dark haired guy behind the counter, the knot loosening for a moment before it snapped tight again. He’d been around when she’d been in there before, but she was sure there’d been others too. Some dude with long hair she was sure had managed the place. Someone else behind the counter, working the grill.
Pancakes.
The thought had her heading in the door before she gave it a second thought. Breakfast for dinner. She headed for a booth, dropping into it before she reached idly for one of the menus. The pancakes were a sure thing, but she studied it without really seeing it all the same. Moments later the box was out on the table, the lid thrown back and … huh, candles. Mab half smiled, rubbing her thumb up the side of one as she set it into one of the cupcakes. Her hand was back in her purse, looking for something to light it with when she heard someone approaching. ”Hey,” she murmured absently. ”Can I get a coffee? And some pancakes, bacon on the side. Thanks. Have you got a lighter or some matches?” She looked up, frowning faintly at the guy she’d seen through the window.
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DOMINIC PHENDER
Human
Posts: 146
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Julia
"Liking what I like don't make me a bitch."
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Jan 2, 2024 19:37:03 GMT
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Post by DOMINIC PHENDER on Jan 2, 2024 19:37:03 GMT
 ━ don't fucking tell me what's impossible ━
Dominic shifted from working in the kitchen to cashing out the couple at the front━the annoying one that was finally done with their meal━and then he was the server, again, to some chick who brought her own shit in. Were those… cupcakes?
“Uh…” He started, then paused to scribble down her order on the pad he’d “borrowed” from another waitress. “Y’know, you ain’t supposedta have outside food in here.” It kinda… went without saying, didn’t it? At least she was ordering. He pulled the lighter from his pocket anyway and handed it over. “Is it your birthday or somethin’?” He asked━not that he cared. Normally, he wouldn’t have even said anything, but he wasn’t gonna walk away and let her pocket his lighter. Or worse━burn the whole fuckin’ place down. Also, she looked kinda familiar━like he’d seen her around here, but as someone more significant than just a regular customer. If he couldn’t remember, though, maybe it wasn’t that important.
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MAB CARMELLO
Witch
Posts: 81
Age:
34
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Mikey Buckley
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 16, 2024 18:04:55 GMT
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Jan 14, 2024 16:25:12 GMT
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Post by MAB CARMELLO on Jan 14, 2024 16:25:12 GMT
Rules didn’t apply to them. Chiara had made that clear from the moment she could actually understand the old woman’s accented words. Others clung to them like sheep, but Meraviglias tossed them aside. They’d made their fortune from it – and from others caught sneaking a toe across those lines. You made them pay for their indiscretions, without fail. They’d tried to box her in with the rules in high school, but by the time Chiara had let them go, Mab had learned how to slip out of them. With a smile and a little charm you acted like they couldn’t touch you. Then it had worked, in this town it was different. She’d grown soft.
The memory of tumbling to the floor at Whitmore when she’d broken in to get the ideas flashed into her mind as she frowned up at the man standing at the end of her table. She’d been burgling the place, had known she would end up behind bars – or worse – if she’d been caught, but somebody else had dragged her out of there. Someone she’d dragged into the plan in the first place. Had it been Tobi? The little witch maybe. No. Not this man either, she would’ve remembered that face, and he didn’t look big enough to have dragged her out of there.
Mab blinked, glancing back down on the box of cupcakes in front of her on the table. ”You sure? I doubt it’s the first time.” She wouldn’t have thought to do any of this if it was, would she? This was all out of character, like this town was twisting up something inside of her. If she didn’t get out of here soon she’d be smiling at her neighbours in the elevator and offering to look after the asshole at the end of the hall’s yappy dog when he went to force his presence onto his ungrateful grandkids – the last two words were his, not hers, he bitched loud enough for the whole building to hear when he shuffled along muttering to himself.
Taking the lighter from him, Mab flicked it on. She stared at the flame for a long moment, then past it to the bench seat opposite. The wick went up the moment she touched the flame to it, her fingers closing around the lighter as she flicked it off again. ”Mine?” she parroted, laughing before the sound trailed off. She paused, puffing the candle out after a second without thinking about a wish – they never came true anyway. ”Not unless this is February.” The barista had to have thought it was someone’s though, didn’t she? ”They don’t give you these every time you buy them, right?” This guy probably wouldn’t have had a clue. He didn’t exactly look like the cupcake kind.
Frowning deeper, she shifted in her seat, looking past him to the kitchen space again. Mystic Falls’ population had a high turn over rate, like most of the people here were just cattle, waiting for their time to head to the slaughterhouse that the supernatural could turn the place into when they felt like it. It wasn’t that high though, was it? Two out of the three people she thought she’d seen here the last time not working now. Maybe it was just a different shift, people switched those out. ”What happened to the other guys?” she asked as she looked back. ”That was some guy at the register the last time. A blonde guy, long hair. There was someone else in the kitchen too. Older.” Being that familiar with the staff here was a big flashing red light that told her she should’ve been gone already. You weren’t meant to let yourself settle into some other life, not when your family’s downfall was still out there somewhere and that son of a bitch was your only way out of any of it.
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