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 14, 2024 18:58:19 GMT
The problem was you couldn’t cheat when it came to roulette— although was it technically cheating listening out for other players' heartbeats? He’d promised Pierre and Lena he wouldn’t be engaging with any card counting inside their casino though. It was all good clean fun, but now Hector was down four thousand dollars after putting it all on black. There was a poor man sitting alongside him desperate to keep up with Hector’s high bids. “Let’s agree a deal. I bet on black. You bet on red. If you win you get everything I put forward, but if I win I get your money.” There was a slight murmur from the employee. It wasn’t allowed. “I’ve been sitting at this table for nearly an hour, giving you money. Let us have this one, okay? I’m sure Pierre won’t mind.” His lips curled up into a sharp smile, ready for her to argue back, but she fell silent. Hector placed a stack of cash on the table, “Twelve thousand on black.” The employee and man exchanged a concerning look. Then the stranger placed his car keys on the table. There was a Toyota sitting outside that would belong to Hector if he won. The wheel spun around, the tiny ball bouncing aggressively between the numbers. It was all that stood between this man and twelve thousand dollars. The stranger’s eyes were glued on the ball. Beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead. Meanwhile Hector was half paying attention to that. It was a little difficult to focus when the sound of the man’s rapid heartbeat flooded his ears. The tiny ball eventually slowed down, bouncing between red and black. The man’s nails were dug deep into the wooden table. Then the ball stopped bouncing, landing on its final destination. “Congratulations.” He pushed the money towards the man, who looked like he was about to pass out. As he stood up he gave the man a light pat on the shoulder. He was about to head to the bar, but paused. With his hand still on the man’s shoulder he turned him slightly toward him, “Go home. Don’t spend that money here. Spend it on something good. A holiday, new car, deposit towards a new house. Start being more careful with your gambling habits.” He let go of the man and continued his journey towards the bar. It was official. Hector was going a little soft. There was a time where he wouldn’t care about some random man in a casino gambling away his life savings. The only people he cared about back then were his crew. Everyone else was either an enemy or food. Nowadays he was helping strangers and taking his staff on expensive holidays. In Aruba Magnus had joked a few times that the real Hector was finally shining through, especially when they were slipping back into their old ways and getting completely blinded in the casino. Some evenings Hector can’t even remember getting home. Other evenings they were being collected by Linc from the beach. Both of them face down in the sand talking about the Titanic and Jack the Ripper. Patiently he stood at the bar, waiting to be served. There was only one employee behind the bar, serving a brunette woman next to him. They were discussing wines. The bartender clearly knew nothing about wines either, recommending awful red ones to the woman. “Please don’t recommend this beautiful lady a subpar Merlot. There is a good Pinot Noir there towards the top. The Domaine Berthaut-Gerbet Fixin.” The French pronunciation rolled off his tongue perfectly. The employee struggled a little bit to reach the wine. “I can pay for this bottle if you like. I feel obliged after telling him to pick you out a bottle of wine which is nearly a hundred dollars.” The bartender’s arm stretched out until he managed to curl his fingers around the bottle. Eventually he retrieved it and placed it on the counter. CONNIE BECK  |
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CONNIE BECK
Human
Posts: 8
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 21:11:29 GMT
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Post by CONNIE BECK on Sept 10, 2024 20:03:59 GMT
 ━ hope on this side of the grave ━
Connie wanted to soak up all this new, exciting information as fast as she possibly could. She wanted her own bank account (imagine that!) and her own “cell phone,” never mind that she wouldn’t know what to do with it. She took all of these changes in stride, but, at some point, she finally got overwhelmed.
She cried in the bathroom after her first day, desperately hoping Damien and his new lady-friend didn’t hear her. The next day, she wanted to try again.
She’d had a few days out in the “new world” by the time she finally convinced Damien that she’d be fine on her own. She’d already memorized his new phone number, and if she needed him, she’d borrow somebody’s. Everyone had them, after all.
She really wanted to take herself to one of these nifty new clubs. She’d try the louder one with all the flashing lights another day. Now, she wanted to go into the casino and see how far she could get with the twenty bucks Damien gave her. Twenty! She told him she didn’t know what she was gonna do with all that, but, when she saw the price of the slots, she realized what he’d been thinking.
In any case, she could play them herself, and drink━all without a chaperone━which was the whole point of tonight! She wanted to experience everything!
Only, she was sixteen when she went into that coma, so the most she’d ever had to drink were sips of her mom’s strawberry daiquiris, and a bit of alcohol mixed into a cold, glass bottle of coke. Maybe a beer at a party, but she never finished the whole thing.
So, she needed help. The bartender seemed to be able to give her a good idea, recommending a few red wines with fancy French names. Suddenly, someone piped up at her side, and Connie looked over, realizing that this dreamboat had walked right up without her noticing. His smooth English accent shifted into a suave French one at the drop of a hat, and even though nobody liked the French, she melted a little at it.
“Golly, a hundred bucks?” Connie gaped, her own accent coming out, a little New York, and a little old-timey. She wouldn’t be able to explain it if anyone asked, but people nowadays sounded… different.
She wasn’t gonna come back to this ‘new world’ where women apparently went crazy and conform to the old ways━i.e. owin’ a man somethin’ ‘cause he paid for her drink━but she didn’t have a hundred dollars to drop on wine, and he was offering, wasn’t he? She didn’t have to do anything for him. The way Connie understood it, she could get herself a glass, say ‘thanks,’ and walk away. And, yeah, she could’ve done that before, too, but she wasn’t bold enough. Now, she certainly was, and he was damn-good-lookin’. So, why shouldn’t she?
“Only if you’re gonna share it with me.” Connie beamed up at him, then turned back to the bartender, waiting for him to bring the bottle over.
He did, along with two glasses, and uncorked it, then did that thing where they only fill the bottom curve of the glass. He left the bottle, though━of course━and Connie clinked her glass to his before taking a small sip. The fact that she grew up before overly-sugary and processed foods took over children’s diets likely helped some, but she wasn’t old enough to really appreciate a good wine yet. Her nose wrinkled slightly, but it wasn’t bad. She was just happy the man was paying.
“I’m Connie,” She proclaimed, and stuck her hand out to shake his. Women didn’t usually do that, but it wasn’t unheard of━she only knew that the ‘rule’ was that she had to offer her hand first. And she definitely wanted this guy to get ahold of her.
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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 Sept 19, 2024 19:22:43 GMT
If only he weren’t a vampire, he would have returned from Aruba with a glowing tan—the Italian in him would’ve shone through. But, of course, the only ones who fell victim to the sun's rays were Cassie and Tobi, spending their evenings lathering aftersun on each other. When Cassie wasn’t around, Tobi was begging Hector to rub it on his back, stripping down to his boxers before Hector even had a chance to reply. Were his bar staff this clueless when it came to wine? There was only one cheap bottle available at his bar, mostly for the students. He’d love to have stocked the shelves with high-end drinks, but the student budget didn’t stretch that far. He’d sampled the budget wine once—and only once. He almost vomited, needing to down two blood bags just to wash away the taste. How could they drink that stuff? Hector’s attention shifted to the woman next to him when she exclaimed at the price. Golly. He held back a laugh, his eyes scanning over her once again. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman in the bar. Where had she been hiding? There was no way she’d been walking around Mystic Falls all this time without him noticing her. “I’d love to,” he said, flashing her a smile. The bartender knew to put the bottle of wine on Hector’s tab, leaving the two of them alone. He raised his glass and lightly tapped it against hers, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He took a small sip, savoring the taste. The same couldn’t be said for her, as she wrinkled her nose slightly. “It grows on you,” he assured her, taking another sip. Hector gently took Connie’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “Hector,” he introduced himself, releasing her hand and reaching for the bottle. “Shall we sit?” He nodded toward a free table. He lowered himself into one of the chairs. “So, what brings you from Long Island to Mystic Falls? You’re new in town, right?” He topped off her glass before refilling his own, setting the bottle between them. CONNIE BECK |
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CONNIE BECK
Human
Posts: 8
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 21:11:29 GMT
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Post by CONNIE BECK on Sept 29, 2024 17:54:01 GMT
━ hope on this side of the grave ━
She followed him to one of the small tables near the bar, and set her glass down before she ended up spilling it all over herself (it just seemed like something she’d do).
“How’d ya know…” Connie lifted an inquisitive brow, then grinned wide as the realization hit her, “Hey, you’ve got a good ear!” She leaned over to punch his arm lightly, something she’d picked up from her brothers, she was sure. Usually, Connie stuck to being a total girl, but she was a little nervous around this handsome guy━Hector━and kinda just kept moving and talking without really tryin’. He refilled her glass, too, which was nice… even though she was really hopin’ he’d finish most of the bottle. Connie forced herself to take another sip. Nope, just as bad.
“Yup, I’m new! My brothers moved here a little while ago, but I finally decided to follow ‘em. See what all the fuss’s about.” She tried for another sip, and, again, tried not to squish her face up. “What about you, you been in Mystic Falls long? When’d ya come across the pond?” His accent gave him away, and all signs were startin’ to point towards the fact that this guy was rich. Nice suit, drops a hundred bucks like it’s nothin’, and a flight over the Atlantic? Mister Money Bags over here was impressing Connie more and more by the second.
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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 8, 2024 21:37:06 GMT
Hector smiled, feeling the warmth of Connie’s laughter, her light blush not escaping his notice. There was something genuinely endearing about her, an energy that felt lively and easy. It wasn’t difficult to get the women to melt in his arms. This was a game he’d played a thousand times before—flirting with beautiful women, sharing drinks, and usually ending the night by inviting them back to his apartment. He was well-versed in this game, confident in knowing exactly what to say to get the outcome he desired. It wasn’t hard to pick up on Connie’s strong accent, the pair of them standing out in this casino in a small town in Virginia. Hector wasn’t expecting her to lean across the table and punch him lightly on the arm. He merely laughed, finding her reaction refreshing. "I have a knack for accents," he said with a smile. Centuries of wandering the earth had trained his ear well. He could pick up on the smallest details, and Connie’s accent wasn't hard to miss. He leaned back in his chair, listening carefully as she spoke about her brothers and their move to Mystic Falls. Her story intrigued him. No one came to this town by accident— it always pulled people in for a reason. His eyes scanned her face, not just because she was beautiful, but because he was trying to read beyond her words, curious about what had brought her here. "Your brothers must have been persuasive to drag you all the way to a small town like this," he commented. Mystic Falls wasn't exactly the type of place people flocked to for the idyllic suburban life. He shifted in his seat, a smile tugging at his lips as he continued, “I moved over to America a few years ago. Started off in New York, but it’s all too fast paced up there. I moved to Mystic Falls for work, in a way, I owe the The Ruby Slipper Club.” He brought the glass up to his wine, taking another long sip before he leaned in just a bit, lowering his voice as if letting her in on a secret, “I’m gonna go out on a whim and say you’ve never been there… I’d remember a face like yours.” Again, his eyes studied her face for a moment, but this time he was just admiring her. CONNIE BECK |
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CONNIE BECK
Human
Posts: 8
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 21:11:29 GMT
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Post by CONNIE BECK on Nov 10, 2024 20:50:05 GMT
━ hope on this side of the grave ━
Well, it made sense that he’d lived in New York. Thankfully it was giant━the city and the state━so she didn’t have to worry about him wondering why he’d never seen her there. Hopefully a lot of the landmarks were the same. “Where abouts?” She asked, smiling brightly. Not that she spent much time over the bridge, but she’d know the area if he mentioned one of the boroughs. Brooklyn and Queens were still technically Long Island, but she was from Nassau, and Hector probably didn’t waste his time in those places. He probably stayed in the fancy spots.
Her brows went up when he mentioned owning the local club in town. Connie hadn’t been━yet━but that was only because Damien didn’t think she was ‘ready’ for it. And, as much as she would argue and complain, she didn’t think she was, either. It was the whole reason she’d come to the casino instead. Also, she’d had her point proven about him bein’ rich.
Connie blushed and giggled like she’d never been complimented before. And, really, she hadn’t. Not by a man, anyway. This was a whole new ballgame. “Not yet.” She grinned, “Seemed awfully noisy. I figured I’d come here on my night out,” Her eyes fell bashfully to the wine glass, her thumb running over the stem. Connie hadn’t realized it, but she was leaning closer to him now, lost in his suave demeanour. “I’m glad ya stepped away from work this evening. Unless you own all the entertainment spaces in this town,” She teased, her eyes flicking back up to find his again. Though, if he owned the place, she figured he wouldn’t have had to pay for the wine.
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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 13, 2024 22:29:03 GMT
The closest thing Hector had to a brother was Magnus, though Magnus could just as easily pass for his dad—an ongoing joke between them for centuries. Sometimes, Hector would push it further, claiming Magnus could even pass as his granddad. “Upper East Side,” he said, recalling his old haunt. Back then, the apartments weren’t as sleek as they are now, but Hector had secured the best one around. He’d taken a job under an alias and slipped into a routine, staying until the police closed in on him and he was forced to leave a city he’d grown to love. Maybe he’d return one day, rekindling his old bank-robbing habits. Sadly, it wasn’t as easy now, with CCTV glued to every corner. Or maybe he’d stay put in Mystic Falls, leading a quiet life—though, so far, Mystic Falls had proven anything but quiet, with a virus spreading through town and strange cowboys kidnapping people. But there was a part of him that knew that the town was going to be chaotic before he arrived. Whispers of the place travelled through the vampire community. Hector chuckled warmly at Connie’s comment, nodding in agreement. “It’s pretty noisy in there. College kids love music that practically melts their brains.” A regular human would have to shout to hold a conversation. “Not yet,” he replied with a grin, meeting her eyes as he finished his wine. “A friend of mine owes me this place,” he added, gesturing around. The wine didn’t seem to be going down well with Connie, despite her polite compliments. He could see it in her face each time she took a sip, so they switched to something else. Sliding the menu over, he told her to choose whatever she wanted, and she picked a piña colada, which she actually enjoyed. It didn’t take long for a few drinks to make Connie tipsy. They spent the evening talking and laughing as the crowd thinned out. “You know, I make a decent piña colada,” he said with a smile. “I’ve got everything we need back at my place.” They agreed to a nightcap at Hector’s apartment before calling it a night. He picked up her purse, offered her his hand and walked them both back to his place. CONNIE BECK - end! |
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