PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 77
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 5, 2024 18:58:32 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on Mar 27, 2024 20:39:01 GMT
”We’re celebrating! Line ‘em up!” It didn’t matter that Lawrence wasn’t the one behind the bar pouring for them, or that he wasn’t even there to celebrate, just that she had a reason to start throwing those shots back. She had her brother back.
One of her kitchen cabinets still had no door. She’d plucked a glass out of it for some pre-loading with Kitty and Krista before they’d gone out, frowning faintly. There was no way Lawrence was fixing it, so at some point she’d have to compel the super to come in and do something about it. The truth was too fucking strange to work on him. I’m sorry, sir. You see my brother was forced to turn off his emotions by a demon w*ore, and the only way could think of to get him to turn them back on was to break his heart. What she hadn’t anticipated was the anger striking first. Lawrence had been an asshole of epic proportions while his emotions were off – rude, vengeful, heartless – but she’d never felt threatened by him until that night.
The clean up had been tear filled, at least on her part. Lawrence had rushed out of the apartment, presumably to pick up the pieces of the life he’d been busy shattering like the cupboard door, leaving her to it. She’d knelt there on the tile, sweeping up splinters of wood, straining her ears to make sure that it hadn’t been a false start and Lawrence hadn’t gone down to his old apartment to pay Teddy back for helping her out. God, she owed him for that. There wasn’t gonna be a fruit basket in Mystic Falls big enough to say thank you for saving my brother.
Once upon a time her thanks might’ve been given in shots, lined up on a bar somewhere – probably another first for Teddy. Something easy that didn’t require her tying her brain up in knots, but thanks to wounds inflicted long before she’d found her way back into her brother’s life, it wasn’t that easy to get Teddy to stop being suspicious about everything she did.
That was a problem for another day though. Phoebe had never counted herself as one of those maudlin drunks, sitting in a corner, spilling her life story and some tears in a corner of a bar to people who absolutely didn’t wanna hear it – and probably shouldn’t have done given the shit that had happened in it. She was a party girl, happy to be the life and soul of the party. Clutching another round of drinks in her hands and charging back onto the dance floor in search of Kitty and Krista.
Frothy pink drink, heavy on the rum, ran down Phoebe’s throat and buzzed in her veins. Maybe it took a lot more to get her drunk than it did Krista, but it still happened. She still lost minutes at a time as she threw her hands up and danced. Spinning through the crowd, losing the two of them at times before she came drifting back in with the offer of another drink or hollered comments about some guy in the crowd – as though Krista would look at any of them when she had Maaaaal.
Who needed an asshole like that when you could have practically anybody else here? A night without strings, someone who hadn’t seen right through your prettily made up exterior to what you hid beneath. Lights glittered overhead as Phoebe opened her eyes and swung herself around again, hips twisting to the beat of the music. Her gaze drifted across the crowd, latching onto the tall form towards the edge of it.
Her squeal was probably lost in the throb of the music, but Raik didn’t have a choice about avoiding her as she threw herself towards him. ”Hey!” Phoebe raised her voice, craning up on her toes like she always did with him as she threw her arms around his shoulders. ”I wasn’t so sure I’d see you in here again!” After you’d been left in a freezer in the basement of a place there had to be some bad memories lingering. ”Are you brother sitting or is this a night out for yourself?” Phoebe supposed he could’ve asked the same of her, after all the first time they’d met had been right here, her wanting to spend what time she could with Lawrence, Raik keeping watch over his brother in the crowd.
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RAIK DURMAZ
Human
Posts: 105
Age:
35
Occupation:
Bartender
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
You’re as sweet as maple
Last seen May 14, 2024 18:58:12 GMT
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Post by RAIK DURMAZ on Apr 15, 2024 18:53:58 GMT
Raik should have known better than a few drinks after work would escalate to a night of drinking at the club. It always did. The younger ones would be grabbing beer bottles from behind the bar as soon as Raik flipped the sign from open to closed. He’d do the same thing he did most Friday or Saturday evenings where he’d tell the others he’d only have a few drinks before heading upstairs but then end up crawling home from the club at 3am. Perhaps he was more like his brother than he thought. That would only happen on evenings he wasn’t spending with Ayla though. If he had plans with Ayla he’d pulled himself away from the party as soon as he finished work. Something which Remzi wouldn’t do. After sinking a few beers in Campbells Bar he was nodding along with plans to head over to the club later. Ayla was busy with work anyway so there was no point sitting in his apartment feeling all lonely and sad. Tomorrow he’d regret his decision when he woke up with a splitting headache and had to work all day. He really did need to start looking for another job though. Working as a bartender brought him no sense of achievement, not like when he was in the military. He was a man who used to save lives and serve his country, now he was serving the locals in Mystic Falls tequila shots and beer. He’d fallen into a routine. The shifts weren’t sociable sometimes, but it was easy money. His younger co-workers had more gas in the tank than him. They ordered countless shots, knocking them back one by one. Raik declined after one or two. Waking up in a pool of his own vomit wasn’t what was on the agenda tonight. Plus he was scared if he drank too much he’d end up doing something stupid like calling Ayla. Some mornings he would wake up, grab his phone and frantically look at his messages just to make sure he hadn’t sent her a message, professing his undying love to her. The others disappeared onto the dance floor. Raik decided to stand on the sidelines, sipping his drink and observing everyone. He needed at least three more drinks to find the confidence to head onto the dancefloor. He’d needed several to work up the nerve to ask Ayla to dance with him at Christmas. They had the most perfect evening together, leaving Raik feeling deflated when it came to an end. For a few hours he’d forgotten Ayla was marrying Remzi. It wasn’t Raik, it would never be Raik. Raik finished the last of his drink. It was some kind of cocktail that was on the two for one menu and he was forced to go halves with one of the girls. The sugar of the drink rested on his teeth. He didn’t spot Phoebe moving the crowd until her hands were around him to greet him. “Hello!” He broke out into a smile as he placed his arms around her, giving her a hug. “It’s the only club in Mystic Falls. Nowhere else to go.” He said with a chuckle. Raik tended to ignore the dark underbelly which lay beneath the club. It was none of his business. “No brother tonight. I’m here with some co-workers. They’re somewhere in there.” He lifted his hand, gesturing towards the sea of people on the dance floor. “How is your brother? Remzi told me he’d… well y’know… done that thing you guys can do where you feel nothing. Remzi was telling me your brother dragged him off on some road trip to Canada.” Raik didn’t even want to know what might have happened on that trip though. Two chaotic vampires travelling across America wasn’t a good idea. PHOEBE MURPHY
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PHOEBE MURPHY
Vampire
Posts: 77
Age:
102
Occupation:
DA Intern
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 5, 2024 18:58:32 GMT
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Post by PHOEBE MURPHY on May 5, 2024 18:58:38 GMT
Continuing to strut into what Hannya probably saw as her club was likely waving a red rag to a demonic bull. The first time she’d done it after Lawrence’s emotions had been switched back on, she’d expected Hannya to come charging out of the door that led downstairs. Blonde hair flying like, eyes glittering with malice, her hand extended, ready to punch its way back through her rib cage. That trick had forced Lawrence’s hand before, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t work again. The two of them would do anything to protect one another after decades of being separated. It only took one painted nail to have the weight of guilt they both carried tilting.
Determined not to cower from the bitch, or lose the time with her brother, she’d kept coming. Throwing her hair back, throwing drinks back, pretending that she wasn’t aware of the praying mantis lurking downstairs. Each time left Phoebe a little more comfortable. She wouldn’t grow complacent enough not to see Hannya when she inevitably came sniffing around again, but she would carry on with her old ways. Nights out steeped with enough shots to fell a small elephant. That buzz finally burning its way through her system the same way it had when she’d snuck her first bottle of liquor out into the woods as a teenager. At some point Krista would hit her wall with those drinks and her and Kitty would practically be carrying her out of there. This cocktail might’ve been that limit, but she’d caught sight of another figure on the edge of the dance floor before she could see how it had hit Krista.
Raik. Someone definitely took good for the cess pit the club could be. They’d practically met on this spot before his brother’s actions had caught up to them both and he'd ended up downstairs. The thought had a shiver running down her spine for just a second as she threw herself towards him. Looking stoic, he was handsome, smiling he could’ve had every girl in the place swooning, yet there he was, alone again. ”I guess when you work in one of the only other places you can get drunk in town, the pickings are slim,” Phoebe admitted with a chuckle. If Raik could get over the memories associated with this place, then she could definitely keep pushing them to the back of her mind. Having a brother like Remzi probably didn’t give Raik much choice in where to go either. Like Lawrence, Remzi had a tendency to need watching. It was probably a relief not to be following him around for the night, protecting him from himself. ”And you’re out here on your own,” Phoebe finished for him. She kept one arm thrown around his neck as she twisted around to look. It was a wonder you could find anybody on the dance floor on a night like this. Everybody was crowded in there, letting the pounding music drive things like responsibilities and worries out of their head one note at a time.
Phoebe wished it was still doing the same for her as Raik as he asked after Lawrence. Of course, after their little road trip back home, Remzi had told his brother all about it. Her smile dimmed, one corner of her mouth trying vainly to lift. ”Better, thanks,” she said hoarsely. ”He didn’t have much choice in it happening. Some bitch forced him to do it. I’m just glad we managed to get him back.” If Lawrence hadn’t made that trip with Remzi, she probably wouldn’t have been able to use their mom’s bones to get him back in the end. ”He didn’t drag your brother into too much trouble, did he?” Rationally she knew that the two of them were probably as bad as one another, but without his emotions, Lawrence had been a loaded cannon, just wanting to blow and destroy who knew how many lives.
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