TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Feb 3, 2024 13:43:03 GMT
The only saving grace of the job was he could have a few drinks throughout his evening shift. He was entirely sure whether it was allowed, but others seemed to do it. It was better to do it now then plead ignorance later. Textbook Tobi move. His parents had wised up to that trick very quickly, along with all his other tricks. Just another reason he moved back in with River. Also it was someone to watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills with. Apparently River was into women, but Tobi wasn’t wholly convinced. He never pressed the issue though. Maybe River just wasn’t ready to come out the closet. Tobi kneeled down behind the bar, doing an inventory check. “Soft drinks.” He muttered to himself, looking down at the sheet. What the fuck constituted as a soft drink? Red Bull too? Orange juice? With no one in the bar to ask, he immediately gave up. He hauled himself up off the floor, his knees creaking slightly. A nice subtle reminder that his body was climbing closer to thirty even though his birth certificate said he was nearly forty. Thanks to his very frank and open talk with Luc there was no need to explain that little hiccup. He could have tried getting a job the honest way, by walking into the club with his resume and convincing them to hire him. But nope. He marched in, threw out accusations about the vampire bar and promised to keep quiet about everything if they gave him a job. If he asked the right people in town he would be directed towards the founders council, who were on some mission to rid the town of vampires. Tobi could hand deliver a large group of them to the council. Obviously he wasn't going to do any of those things. While he had no problem throwing vampires under the bus, he wasn’t going to throw Cassie’s vampire under the same bus. She was quite fond of Linc. Tobi had yet to meet the mysterious Linc though. He wasn’t going to be one of those friends who grilled their friend's boyfriend, to make sure he’s good enough for her. On top of all that his parents would be raging if he started getting himself involved in vampire business. They had their own shit to deal with. The sound of the door opening drew his attention away from the inventory list. He smiled a little at the man. “If you’re here for a drink, we’re not open yet. If you work here, hello I’m Tobi I’ve just started. If you’re here to rob us then good fucking luck because I have no idea where any of the cash is stored.” Covering all bases, just in case. Tobi still had no clue who actually worked at the bar. It was just a rotation of faces every day and the only one he’d remembered was Kit. For starters he was Tobi’s boss but also that man was built like a God. KACE CLARKE |
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Feb 28, 2024 21:31:06 GMT
Magic might have been what had brought him back the first time, and maybe there’d been something magical in Kit remembering him this time, but it wasn’t like a wand had been waved around and it was all just like it had been before. It hadn’t immediately swept the guilt off of Kit’s shoulders either time. It was a lead weight, a constant threat to drag him down to that dark place again and Kace wasn’t sure he could tread water for both of them yet. Just like last time that feeling like he wasn’t meant to be a part of the world clung to him like seaweed he couldn’t quite kick free of. At some point he’d tear it away and would shoot for the surface, for that familiar flash of sun on the surface of the life he’d had gifted to him for a second time.
Leaving Dom and Mikey (who knew how he was handling it, the Sphinx rarely spoke) to handle shit for a couple of hours, Kace headed out into the street. He’d probably head back later, even if it was just to help close up. His people were more than capable of it, they’d proved that when him and Mikey had been trapped in what had felt just as much like Hell as being stuck as a spirit had been. There was no way he’d put it on them daily, but tonight maybe he would. It depended on him and Kit.
Apparently shit was a whole different world without him in it. Kit’s mind hadn’t been fucked in the same way. He didn’t have those brutal memories of stabbing his baby brother in the chest. He hadn’t fried his brain and been desperate enough to have someone, anyone in his bed to fuck up his relationship. Fuck, he’d been engaged. If any part of this had brought the guilt over screwing up and putting on that dumb fucking movie that night, it had been that. They’d been happy without that gaping wound in the centre of their lives.
Kace crossed the square, feeling the damage still radiating out from that healed wound in his chest. Little shocks of pain, invisible pulses of blood that he suspected were shared. Maybe they’d crawl their way back through the damage, inching back to where things had been in that fairy tale. Maybe. Step one was getting himself steady. Step two trying to do the same for Kit without hovering so damn hard that he pushed him back under. This was gentle support and biting the shit out of his tongue if he had to.
Was that a flash of hope in his chest when he shoved open the door to the club and it wasn’t Kit’s bulky form lurking behind the bar? Maybe it meant Kit was taking a little personal time. It could just as easily have meant that he’d got an early start instead and was still sprawled beside some busty blonde, last night’s partying continuing to fizz in his system.
He lifted his chin at the guy who was there instead. A new hire, maybe Hannya’s latest attempt at getting fresh blood around here – pretty enough for it with dark curls and a body that probably would’ve had her glance stuttering up it the way his hand. ”I wouldn’t say no to one, but nah,” Kace confirmed, shaking his head. Propping his elbows on the edge of the bar, he smirked at the guy. ”Luckily I do, Tobi.” His brief introduction had proved that this place wasn’t that different from the way the Diner was run – he and Kit weren’t that different that way.
”I don’t rob family.” The explanation was punctuated with a snort before he slipped onto a stool. ”Is Kit around? Tall guy, long hair, probably looks pissed half the time.” And high the rest of the time. ”I’m Kace, his brother. I’ll take a beer if you’re offering.” It’d be the first real step away from being the one to close up the Diner tonight. He’d always been a handful of beers in at the end of the night at Bodhi’s, but shit was a different world here. One he still wanted to patch up.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Mar 7, 2024 16:44:33 GMT
If his parents found out Tobi was working in a bar that was being run by a vampire they’d lose their shit. How dare he associate with such creatures, like they were going to rip him open the moment he fucked up someones order. As always he kept his parents in the dark about his new job, even going as far as lying saying he had a job at Campbells Bar. If they asked around too much they’d soon find out the club was full of dodgy customers looking to curve their cravings with the blood bags sold downstairs. Upstairs was usually a lot tamer with students. The risk of having his jugular ripped out didn’t stop Tobi from going downstairs though. It was where all the hotter customers tended to gather, but wasn’t brave enough to hit on some of the men. Most were ridiculously old and from a different era where it wasn’t acceptable for one man to hit another. He wouldn’t be able to squeeze out enough latin words before someone snapped his neck. They were the ones missing out though. It left Tobi admiring from afar. The vampires downstairs were the least of his concerns. Kai free roaming the streets, looking to kill his siblings again and he also overheard his parents discussing the possibility of the Ghostriders coming back to collect what they believe is rightfully theirs. Luke. Tobi wasn’t prepared to be thrown down in the middle of the circle again to be sacrificed like a lamb. Someone else could go and collect Luke next time. Tobi’s eyebrows shot up when the stranger mentioned he knew where the cash was kept. He hadn’t been trusted with that secret. “Shall we rob the place and run off into the sunset together?” He flashed the man a mischievous smirk. The only thing he knew was that a large portion of the cash was kept in Hector’s office, which was usually locked with only a few people holding a key, but a warlock could break through a locked door within seconds. Quick wave of his magic wand and they’d be inside. But the blonde turned him down. Tobi rolled his eyes dramatically before breaking into a warm smile, “A man of morals. I like it.” There were hardly any of them left in Mystic Falls. Even Tobi was forced to bend his already questionable morals at times. “He ain’t in til later.” Kit did permanently look like he was angry about something, which just made him even more attractive, just like Penny. Whenever he was with her he was asking himself, was she going to kiss him or slap him? He didn’t mind either way. But this was Kit’s cute friendlier looking brother. He wasn’t as tall as Kit, but Tobi would still climb him like a tree. “Sure.” He spun around, kneeling down in front of the fridge to pull out two beer bottles, “So you’re au fait with all the goings on here?” He stood up, turning back around to place the bottles on the bar. He clipped the caps off them both. KACE CLARKE |
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Mar 16, 2024 20:39:13 GMT
If Hannya had been the one sitting on this side of the bar, hearing the same offer dripping off the guy’s lips, she’d probably already have had one hand on the safe door and the other curled into the waistband of the guy’s pants. Kace wondered whether it was worth warning him about what he’d just walked into, but not everybody who walked through the door was as naïve as he might’ve been.
He puffed out a breath, faintly amused at just how deluded he’d been about the whole thing. Pissed that his brother hadn’t had faith in him, he’d thrown his little hissy fit about being ordered out of the place – not that he regretted for a second what had happened with Cassie that night. Then it hadn’t been about Kit wanting better for him, it’d been about him not being trusted to handle himself. Like being killed with a knife by your PTSD ridden brother and watching him navigate his fucked up supernatural life for a while had qualified him for the shit that went down in this town. Getting shot by some crazy spurs-wearing asshole with a face like a knotted tree trunk had opened his eyes to a whole bunch of shit he hadn’t even considered.
Feeling about twenty years older than he had when Kit had come home to California, Kace snorted, and grinned at the guy. ”Don’t tempt me,” he drawled, his gaze dropping to that smirk and drifting back up. ”A beach, some frozen cocktails, a million dollars and some company sound pretty good.” It wouldn’t just be Hector and Kit waiting for him to crawl back - one of them would actually murder him, the other would just kill him with disappointment – it’d be all of his problems too. Sitting around in the station he’d had plenty of time to realise that hiding in Mystic Falls hadn’t solved anything, it’d just delayed going back to California and revealing that he wasn’t dead.
Kace made an amused sound low in his throat as the guy rolled his eyes and called him a man of morals. ”My family probably wouldn’t agree,” he drawled. Kit could likely reel off a dozen things he’d done to prove that he was an asshole deep down. He accepted it, it wasn’t like he’d done much the right way since he’d come back, especially where Kit was involved. Lecturing didn’t get him anywhere, brute force definitely wouldn’t work on Kit either. It had to be that quiet support, like showing up for a drink every now and then just to check in on him. Listening when Kit needed to talk, shutting his mouth and just being there when he didn’t.
”I guess I’ll just have to wait around for him.” As though that’d be some sort of a hardship when the new bartender was so … friendly. Kace watched as Tobi knelt in front of the fridge to grab the beers, his gaze wandering down the guy’s back, lingering and rapidly drifting back up to meet his eye as he turned back with the beers. Grinning as he reached for his, Kace used the open bottle to gesture around the bar. ”You mean with the club, or the people in it?” he asked. Kit would probably be pissed at him for even skirting around the topic, but given how pissed he’d been at a naïve little human thinking he could work here, he doubted he’d let someone just as virginal work behind his bar. ”I’m guessing you know what goes on here. Has my brother given you the lecture about the other staff yet?” AKA was Kit worried about Hannya twisting this guy up? Or was he likely to be immune to the demon pin-up’s wiles for some reason?
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Mar 29, 2024 19:44:35 GMT
Going on the run with a million dollars worth of cash to a foreign country with a hot man did sound inviting. Hopefully the cops would use a good photograph on Tobi’s wanted poster. It would be so embarrassing if they circulated an awful photograph. He’d have no choice but to stay on the run forever. It wouldn't be the first time he got roped into some light hearted illegal activity though. Mab forced him to break into Whitmore college, but at least she provided him with some cute clothing. By now though he presumed all the bad blood was behind them, but it was hard to tell with Mab. He helped pull her boyfriend from the train station. That was his apology to her for fucking up with Ezra, even though he still was of the opinion he didn’t fuck up at all. “I’m sure we’d have a great time together.” Until Hector found them. He hadn’t met the man yet, but he’d been forewarned by others that the owner isn’t prepared to put up with any shit. Best behaviour only. Tobi broke into a smile, letting out a quiet chuckle, “Relatable.” His parents were always silently questioning their son's choices. They just wished he would dedicate himself to the coven and the family. His siblings weren’t happy when they found out Tobi was selling daylight rings to vampires either. Samuel turned his nose up, saying Tobi shouldn’t be using his magic like that, like there was a right and wrong way to use it. Obviously there was, but not in Tobi’s mind. “My parents can’t comprehend that I like men and women. My mum says it’s selfish and I should choose. They also want me to get a real job and stop pretending I’m twenty one.” The ultimate argument to that was that he died and missed an entire ten years. He was making up for lost time now. He died in his early twenties but now he is nearing forty. Even from the outside the club looked like a questionable place. Tobi always thought things were a little off inside, but couldn’t put his finger on it. People were always last seen stepping into the club, never to be seen again. Tobi took hold of his drink, taking a small swig. “Both.” Mainly the people though. He was pretty sure half of the staff were born before the 1900s. “Not yet no, but I was told the place is owned by some ancient vampire, who I’ve yet to meet, and downstairs is full of murderous customers. I should probably stop going there though. My family won’t be happy if I die again.” He went to knock back more beer, but stopped, “I’m a warlock by the way.” He quickly added to explain the whole dead thing. KACE CLARKE |
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Apr 22, 2024 16:52:14 GMT
Running after Kit had just gotten him back the first time just hadn’t been a possibility. He’d wanted it, he’d fucking woken up in the mornings almost desperate to feel the sun baking his back and taste the salt spray on his lips. Out on the water you didn’t think about the shit you’d gone through, your thoughts shrank down to the wave, to catching it right at the perfect moment. Flying through the air on it was pure sensation. It was only once you were back on land that the shit started to roll in instead. If he’d done it, he would’ve been more of a fucking coward than he already was. Leaving Kit to deal with all the consequences of what had happened to him, bypassing the questions that would’ve crushed him back home. It was a nice dream, but impossible.
His grin grew, mirroring the smirk that’d been aimed in his direction. ”I’m sure we would,” Kace agreed. Until their problems caught up to them. Momentary oblivion vs facing up to it all, there really was only one clear winner in their battle, but he wouldn’t pick it. Unfortunately.
Maybe he hadn’t followed his dad out into the oil fields, or Kit into uniform, but at the end of the day, Kace honestly didn’t think he’d picked a bad path in life. Had he been the perfect brother while he’d been carving out his own? Nope. Kit couldn’t exactly claim to have been either, but these days he was on a high road that he hoped to fuck his brother could stick to. The preaching about wanting better for his little brother was a thousand times better than seeing Kit tear himself apart out of guilt. A snort ripped out of Kace, blonde brows rising as he studied the guy. ”I think your parents and my brother are sharing some sorta hive mind. He’s still jokin’ about it with me. I mean, why pick when you can have both, right?” Surrounded by a brother who found both equally attractive and a team-mate-slash-roommate who was gay, Kit would have to get used to it eventually.
The job was tougher. Back home he’d had his place. Alright, maybe it wasn’t a 9-5 office job, but Bodie’s had been his and he’d been making it work. The place had always been a dive and the club had felt like a taste of that. Only this dive was the sort that you might not walk out of in one piece. Kace gestured around the two of them. ”This feels like a real job to me.” It just wasn’t one for him, because according to Kit he was better than that.
There was a chance that even him hanging out here with the new guy was gonna be pushing it. If he’d walked in the door and it had been Hannya sashaying around back there, he’d have been smart, walked right back out again. The new guy felt safe, although that might just have been him being fooled by a handsome face. ”You’re safe enough with him, at least from what I hear. It’s the woman in charge downstairs you’ve gotta watch out for. Pretty to look at, capable of destroying you if you’re not careful.” And Kit had warned him to be keep fucking clear.
”Again?” Kace asked before he let out a low laugh. ”Well shit. We might as well be twins.” He took a sip of his beer before he held up two fingers. ”It’d be third time lucky for me. If you count being erased from existence dyin’.” Considering that, it was no wonder why Kit was so damn protective. Kace raked his teeth over his lower lip, wondering just how much Tobi knew about his coworkers so far. ”Human, but not blind. I kinda knew some of what was happening around here before I got hired here for five minutes. I guess you’re capable of kickin’ ass around here if you need to?” Who knew who’d come out top in a fight between a demon and a warlock. Cassie had been kinda jealous of Hannya’s assets, but when it came to power he was pretty clueless on who was capable of kicking the shit out of who.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on May 3, 2024 20:34:25 GMT
It was easier to run from your problems than face them. Tobi was the king at running away from shit. Did that make him a coward? Maybe, but not that he gave a shit. This was his life and he’d be damned if other people flooded him with unneeded problems and stress. But leaving Mystic Falls wasn’t an option at the moment. It would take a special kind of asshole to abandon their family when they needed him. The word needed was used loosely though. The only thing they needed him for so far was to send him into the train station and it wasn’t like anyone chose him to do that. Someone had to go and the straws determined Tobi was the one to go into the unknown. Kai obviously took the title of being the black sheep of the family, but Tobi came in close second. He rebelled against his parents in every way possible. Every rule they laid down in the house he would find a way to break it. His mom would sighed heavily when she’d come downstairs some mornings to find a drunk Tobi passed out on the kitchen floor holding onto a piece of bread. The others were so desperate to please their parents, it was embarrassing. Samuel basically lived up their dad’s ass. It was pointless, it wasn’t like he was going to become the conven’s leader. Liv and Luke were going to fight it out for that title. The merge was the main reason Tobi tried to turn his back on the coven. He let out a laugh at Kace’s comment, “Right? We get the best of both worlds.” Eventually he’d settled with someone, but he had no fucking clue which gender. A real job according to his parents was a standard nine to five job. Something which had the potential of becoming a career, but none of that appealed to Tobi. He wanted to get paid for doing the minimum. He didn’t give a shit about climbing up some fake corporate ladder and fuck wearing a tie to work. He’d yet to see how far he could push it with the dress code at the club though. One day he’d scroll in wearing his glittery shirt and faux fur coat. “It pays the rent. That’s all I care about.” Sorting the rent and bills was River’s job though. He was sensible and organised like that. Tobi chuckled again, nodding in agreement, “Oh yeah. Hannya. She looks like she’d claw my eyeballs out… but maybe I’d enjoy that.” Or maybe he’d just take his chances with the owner instead. He was confident he’d be able to take the vampire down or maybe that was his confidence talking. Bisexual and also died? What were the odds? Okay, the chances of the second part was pretty fucking high in Mysticl Falls. “Wait, you were taken by those cowboy fuckers?” He took a quick sip of his beer, “How did you get out? My brother was taken too, but we managed to get him out using a spell.” He held back the story about Mab’s boyfriend though, “If necessary I’d put up a good fight. I could snap a person's neck by just clicking my fingers together.” Not that he actively went around snapping people’s necks because that was murder. “Your brother though… human too?” KACE CLARKE |
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on May 19, 2024 19:39:55 GMT
Had Kit unconsciously hired a near carbon copy of his little brother? He’d told him that it had been his parole officer that’d started to ring bells in his head about the brother he’d killed, but maybe the guy he’d hired for the bar had already started to push him in that direction. It was doubtful that Tobi’s resumé had listed him as bisexual, resurrected, a disappointment to his parents, enough could’ve leaked out in the interview though. Shit like missing chunks of time would’ve caught Kit’s eye with how seriously he took things at this place. Even if it hadn’t, he was glad as fuck that something had put those memories back in his brother’s head in the end. Kace never wanted to see Kit suffer the way he did with him here, but he was also beyond fucking thankful to be back at his side again.
”Exactly!” He chuckled, letting his gaze drift over Tobi’s face again. Would Kit see a coworker as off limits the same way he did Cassie? It wasn’t like Tobi was age inappropriate and, hell, it wasn’t like he’d hidden what was happening with Gage and the others for years. Monogamy wasn’t something he’d ever managed to get behind and with shit still so up and down in Mystic Falls, it wasn’t like he was about to find himself some nice girl to settle down with. That was Kit’s thing and even then he wasn’t sure it was gonna happen for him, no matter how much he wanted it for his brother.
The Diner was about as close as he’d gotten to making any sort of a commitment here. He probably could’ve managed something similar just getting himself hired on as a waiter there, but he was happy as fuck that he’d pushed the boat out. Frank probably would’ve kept letting him live at the house rent free for as long as he wanted, figuring he owed Kit that and so much more for saving his life. Having money he’d earned in his pocket made him feel less like a free loader though. Kace huffed out a breath, amusement tugging at his lips for a moment. ”Feels good having your own space. Even if it’s just some tiny box room.” Eventually he’d maybe have to see about breaking out of that too. It wasn’t like Frank would keep his house full of waifs and strays forever. At some point he’d maybe wanna settle down the exact same way Theo had with Freyja. They’d all come back for Sunday dinners, but shit would be different.
It could’ve been beyond fucked up before that if he’d managed to keep his job here. Kit would probably never have let it happen, but if he had Hannya would likely have slithered her way back up the stairs sooner or later. She’d crowd in close, all wide eyes, her body pressing up against his. She knew the effect it had on people, and hell, maybe she was Tobi’s type. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, Kace shook his head at Tobi. ”Man, I don’t think you would. She’d tear you to pieces and have a ball doin’ it.” Maybe Tobi’d have a ball getting turned inside out by a demon, but he had a feeling his fun would stop real soon. There were better options here, and alright, maybe he woulda said himself included.
People always yammered on about how opposites attracted, but once your life started to fall the fuck apart, those shared experiences felt more important. What were you meant to tell some woman you ghosted when you appeared back out of a train station full of zonked out kidnapped people? Sorry, I wanted to call, but you know, I didn’t have any signal. Kace’s gaze flicked back up to meet Tobi’s as he cottoned on to what he’d said about being erased from experience. ”Yep,” he said with a sigh. Kace took another long swallow of beer. ”My brother got a reminder about me from someone. It bought … stuff flooding back. It pulled me right out of there. Shit, there’s a spell?” Maybe if Cassie had actually remembered he existed, she’d have pulled him out of there the same way. Instead he’d had to wait, praying that Kit would open himself back up to all that pain.
”That’s kinda hot … and scary all at the same time,” Kace said with a grin. He lifted his other hand, rubbing it lightly over his throat like he was worried Tobi might actually do it. Cassie probably could’ve done the same given the sort of power she had, but he couldn’t imagine her ever doing it unless she was pushed into a corner. Telling Tobi that wasn’t gonna happen, although if Cassie spent more time here he’d probably realise. Everyone seemed to tell their story in the end. He froze as Tobi asked about Kit, his voice only emerging when he’d swallowed hard. ”His story to tell. I should probably … you know … just leave a message for him …” Kace knew he’d pushed Kit too often, this was gonna be one more time he’d fuck up if he went blurting to everybody in here about how his brother was a werewolf.
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TOBI PARKER
Warlock
Posts: 139
Age:
37
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Bad decisions make for the best memories
Last seen Oct 28, 2024 16:09:17 GMT
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Post by TOBI PARKER on Jun 11, 2024 15:47:18 GMT
It wasn’t like he purposely went out of his way to rebel against his parents. There were six of them growing up, so it was really just a numbers game. Who was going to be the annoying shit of the family? Who was going to come home with their report card scribbled with subpar grades? Even though he was a rebelling pain in the ass, Tobi still managed to get half decent grades. Good enough to carry him through life. They meant nothing to him though. It wasn’t like he wanted to go to college. He wanted to be earning dollars as soon as possible so he could save up enough to leave home and distance himself from his weird crazy coven. Tobi was happy to sleep on someone's couch if it meant he didn’t have to live with his family. It got to a point where it seemed claustrophobic with so many of them in the house. He hadn’t known a moment's peace since the day he was born. As for having his own personal space, that was pretty much out of the question until he was a teenager, even then it was limited. His siblings seemed to think what belonged to him also belonged to them, like everything was fucking commual. “Oh yeah. I live with one guy now and it’s bliss not to be woken up by someone screaming that their orange juice is missing from the fridge.” Usually it was because Tobi had come home sky high and drank and ate everything in sight. He never admitted that though. So far he hadn’t really cast much of a glance in Hannya’s direction as she was usually downstairs with the rest of them but he’d heard whispers about her. He casually shrugged off Kace’s comment, his eyes scanning over Kace’s face. He wouldn’t mind tearing Kace to pieces, but in a non violent way. “She probably has bigger fish to fry than me.” Despite his jokes he knew to avoid her. The woman looked like trouble and Tobi got himself into enough shit without Hannya dragging him into something sinister. Unfortunately they weren’t lucky enough to spark some memories of Luke. It wasn’t simple. They’d spent night after night going through family albums trying to pick out a face they didn’t recognise, but it was like he had been erased from them too. “Pretty lucky. I’ve heard some people never get saved.” Almost as bad as being stuck on the other side, except they weren’t alone. If they snapped out of the brainwashing. “Yep. Lit a few candles, did some chanting and bam I was in the train station.” He made it sound simple, like it didn’t almost wipe him out when he brought back Mab’s lover boy. Tobi broke into a wide grin, “Perhaps I can show you some time. There’s a group of people downstairs who bounce back from that kinda thing.” He was all for showing off his abilities but didn’t want to actually kill someone. Since he started working at the bar he wondered if Kit belonged to those who drank downstairs. He had to be something, but Kace wasn’t going to share the story. “Fair enough.” Tobi didn’t care that much to push the topic, “I can pass a message on for you but I want one thing in return... your number.” This was the part where Kace laughed and informed Tobi that he was actually in a relationship. But Tobi was always prepared to shoot his shots with people. KACE CLARKE - wrap with yours? |
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KACE CLARKE
Werewolf
untriggered
Posts: 98
Age:
30
Occupation:
Owner of the Diner
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 6, 2024 20:04:23 GMT
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Post by KACE CLARKE on Jun 14, 2024 18:46:51 GMT
Living with Kamilla hadn’t meant living under a shit ton of rules, but it’d still felt good getting out from under her roof and into his own place. A shitty little place down near the beach, just a couple of blocks from Bodhi’s. The paint on the outside was peeling, the water pressure in the shower was pathetic, but like the bar it’d been his. Nobody complained if he slept in late or left dishes in the sink, he didn’t have to crawl out of his bedroom past Kamilla and her hangers on when he partied a little too hard. Most importantly, he had space for Kit to get away from the pressure of Kamilla’s screwed up brand of parenting. Room to get his head back on straight, the freedom to come and go whenever he wanted. Now, Kace guessed, it was a house of horrors in both of their memories. It was the place where he’d died.
Frank’s house was far more like the one where they’d grown up. A family home full of life. Katja probably got tired of being surrounded by guys at times, but the bachelor pad thing had seemed to work for all four of them. Maybe eventually he’d want to stretch his wings with an apartment here the same way he had with the Diner. Kace knew he wasn’t ready for that yet though. Puffing out a laugh, Kace winged a brow at Tobi. ”Lemme guess, you?” From the impression he’d gotten of Tobi so far, it seemed like OJ thievery was on brand for him. ”I’m living with two guys and a woman. There’s still some screaming, but you I’ll put up with it.” Cause he was alive and back with his brother. For that he woulda put up sleeping on the floor for at eternity.
Kit probably preferred still having him under the same roof too, even if he’d been up in his shit since things had gone sour with Katja. Kace glanced across the empty dance floor at the door that led down to the basement bar and the things that drank down there. Working here would’ve meant he could keep a closer eye on him, but Kit had cracked down on that. He could handle it, his little brother wouldn’t be able to. Protecting him over everything now cause he hadn’t been able to before. His lips curling faintly, Kace took a swallow of his beer. ”I don’t know about that. Just watch your back.” Hannya would be raking her painted nails down it before Tobi even knew what’d hit him. Knowing Kit he’d wade in to try and protect the new guy too.
In the end Kit had pulled him out of that place. It had felt like a close call though. Like hope had been running out the same way his cigarettes had. One last puff of it and then he’d have been empty. Maybe he’d have slipped back into a coma like those other people in there, not giving a shit when someone new came in or those things rode through the place, picking them off one at a time. Kace shifted on his seat, a chill rolling through him that had nothing to do with the beer he was drinking. ”Looked like that,” he muttered, his throat aching. Narrowing his eyes at Tobi, Kace tried to recall whether he’d seen him pull off his rescue. He guessed it was the same way Mikey’s friend had ended up in there too. ”You make it sound easy. I’m glad it worked, that you got your brother back.” Nobody deserved going through life thinking there was something more they coulda done to save a sibling.
After months on end of watching Kit’s tortured shifting on a full moon, he hadn’t thought he’d ever want to dip a toe into all that supernatural shit. The family had filled him in on it, Frank and Theo’s screaming banshee thing, Freyja being a psychic and Katja being a fucking dragon, but he’d always looked at it with that same sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. What Tobi was talking about had a different edge to it, one that left him nodding. ”I might just take you up on that.” When he felt like he had the balls to see the ugly side of things again. Tobi might’ve had another side to what he could do, but every part of Kit’s gift felt nightmarish. Kace shot Tobi a grateful look as he didn’t question his choice not to tell him just what Kit was, some would’ve dug deep into wounds that were still raw.
Standing up, Kace knocked back what was left in his bottle before he set it down on the bar. His knuckles skimmed his mouth but when they dropped away he was smiling. ”Sounds like a fair deal to me.” He grabbed a napkin off of the bar, digging a pencil out of his pocket to scrawl down his number. With his gaze ticking back up to hold Tobi’s, Kace nudged it across the bar. ”Just tell him his brother dropped by? I’ll catch up with him later. Hopefully you too.” There was no guarantee Tobi would call just cause he’d asked for his number, but even if he didn’t, he’d still know where to find him. Nights at the club had an extra appeal now, sitting on a stool right here, flirting with a hot guy while he pulled drinks. Kace grinned at Tobi before he started back towards the door. ”I’ll see you around.”
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hope to see you in the discord! 
