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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Jun 27, 2019 19:27:23 GMT 1
Cally was convinced her boyfriend was a genius. It had taken her a good few months but she'd finally purchased herself an all in one cat suit that zipped up almost invisibly from her navel up to her throat and fit like a second skin. For the first time in a long, long time she had been working a shift without the worry of accidentally brushing against a customer and harming them, the amount of people attempting to touch her had increased somewhat but she had grown quite accustomed to both letting them down and reprimanding them for daring to touch. It helped that the burly bouncer at the door had her back if she so much as made a gesture to him, this was a good job. A better job than she'd ever had.
And she didn't have to remove her clothing for the tips.
The nephilim was back behind the bar after half an hour spent on the pole that she'd managed to convince the owner and her boss to install. He enjoyed them too, she'd seen him twirl around the thing. He was actually quite good, but there was no convincing him to join in a ladies night to show off what he could do.. Well, she hadn't tried yet actually, but how do you ask your boss if they'd be up for stripping and possibly getting groped by a bunch of supernatural, horny women? It made her chuckle just to think of it. In this job her wings were her dazzling feature, two appendages that she'd finally mastered dancing with and had done so this very night. Now she stood behind the bar with the tawny brown things folded surprisingly neatly against her back as she moved back and forth fixing drinks for customers and taking money. She still had a good few hours of her shift left but she was due a break and after she closed the register and the bar seemed to have become less busy she spared a bright smile for her fellow employee, "right, I'm taking my hour. Text me if you need me urgently, otherwise I'm out." And with that she took the side door off of the bar, down some stairs and out into the night.
Carpe's carpark was protected. So she crouched down to sit on an upturned bucket, lifting her light wings a little so they didn't slide all over the ground and sparked up a cigarette. Tonight was a good night so far.. It was warm, there were no clouds in the sky and the stars were stunning. It was a perfect night actually.. Shame she was alone. Shame she was working.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Jul 19, 2019 10:00:25 GMT 1
Sorrel had planned to head to Carpe earlier in the evening to properly check it out himself, but he had been distracted by a ghost telling him where to find a joint. So, naturally, he'd been off to a later start on his trip to town than he'd originally intended. At least it gave him a little peace and quiet and made him temporarily banish his father so he wouldn't be able to follow him right now. It was a rather peaceful ectomancer that finally made his way across the carpark. Or, he was walking until he spotted the winged woman and stumbled over his own feet. He managed to collect himself from tumbling over and brushed off his jeans. "Woah, pretty," he said as he looked up at the girl again, sheepishly grinning at her as he brushed himself off. "Nice outfit," he added as an afterthought and pointed towards the wings. "Just for show, or do they work?" seemed like a reasonable question in his mind. He'd seen humans put on pretend wings before and from a little distance away, he couldn't really tell whether these were real wings or just for show.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Jul 22, 2019 12:54:19 GMT 1
Cally was casually watching Sorrel as he crossed the road and entered the carpark, crossing the barrier that prevented humans from finding this place with ease so she knew he was part of their world. She took another lungful of smoke and blew it out, a quiet laughter leaving her when he stumbled and almost fell ass over tit, she would have gone and offered help if he had fallen but he managed to save himself and looked rather sheepish over the whole thing. She smiled, a natural reaction to meeting somebody new, she had to be polite, especially if this person was a customer. She may be on a break but she still had to make sure that customers felt welcome in Carpe.
"Thank you," she sounded genuinely appreciative of the compliment, of course she was, everybody likes to know that they look good and considering she's a professional dancer and relies on looking good for the tips she was pleased to hear it. So what if she hears it often? It's always a welcome thing to hear. Of course, welcoming a compliment was about as far as she allows anybody to go when it comes to accepting other people's affections.
Her expression turned a little puzzled when he questioned her wings, why would they be just for show? In a place like Carpe there was no point in pretending to be something that you weren't. So she opened them up fully and cocked a brow with a more smirk like smile upon her lips, she's allowed to be proud over the six foot spanning appendages, "they're real.. Enough for flight. I'm a nephilim," she stood to her feet, only so she didn't feel like he would be towering over her if he approached, ".. You can touch if you like? The wings only, of course."
It never hurts to specify.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Aug 1, 2019 19:52:56 GMT 1
If he hadn’t already been here, sort of, Sorrel might’ve had a hard time finding the place. Mostly because he’d be too content with what he already knew. He’d wanted to see the insides of this place though, maybe check it out ahead of a night out with his new friend. While he knew all too well he was a clumsy screw-up, Sorrel usually managed to avoid falling over unless he could barely stand in the first place. He’d at least developed good reflexes for recovering from an almost fall if nothing else. Since he didn’t know if she worked here (though that was his first assumption given where she was and what she was doing) it seemed safest to avoid getting himself banned by being overly inappropriate. That didn’t mean he couldn’t compliment the lady. “Awesome,” was all he was able to say when she informed him that they were real enough for flight. They were gorgeous and he couldn’t help but gawk slightly when she said he could touch the wings. “I’m more used to human places,” he said as he took care to not trip again as he made his way closer to run his fingers along the beautiful feathers. “Gorgeous,” he said, having to resist the urge to just put his face in her wings. That seemed a little too inappropriate. Taking a step back again, he ran a hand through his hair. He would have offered her his hand to shake, but he didn't know if just her wings included shaking hands or not so he didn't. “I just see ghosts,” he said, shrugging slightly. He wasn’t overly impressed with his own powers when it came to all the ones around Manson. Sure, he could do more than just see them, but that was what he did the most of.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Aug 4, 2019 12:01:05 GMT 1
She tilted her wing against his hand when he touched it, a smile upon her lips. Cally was kind of used to the reaction that he was having right now but it never really lost it's charm. Cally likes compliments, if it wasn't for Xan in her life then she'd be milking him for some more complimentary words. But loving the vampire made her a little less needy for such things, she knows her worth, she see's it in his face. She'd most likely go and slip into his room after she finishes her shift, try and spend the morning sleeping or not sleeping with him.
"Thank you," it was customary to be grateful for a compliment regardless of how much she ate it up, "this is a place we can all be ourselves, these wings are as much a part of me as my hair and nails," her smile turned slightly impish and she ruffled the feathers on her wings as those fingers roamed over them, "and they get me a lot more money in the way of tips.. Ever seen a burlesque dancer with actual wings? If not, come see me on thursday evenings, bring some friends too?"
She couldn't be accused of not trying to advertise this place to those who could appreciate it's charms.
She loosely folded her wings back into herself so they weren't overshadowing the two of them and she took another drag on her cigarette before bending to put it out on the floor at her feet. But then he came out with his own ability and she did a double take, blue eyes looking at him more curiously, "you can?" She hoped that there were none around her, she'd often thought about those that she'd accidentally killed with her ability and whilst she'd repented as much as she possible can she often can't shake the fear that they'd want revenge on her. Even the priest that had touched her when she'd been nothing but a babe.
"That must be tiring at times.. Is it an ability you can switch off or something you have to deal with on a daily basis?"
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Aug 8, 2019 17:58:56 GMT 1
Those wings! Man, they were the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen. And so soft! It made it hard to focus on anything else for a moment and he got kinda jealous she had such beautiful wings and wasn’t constantly haunted. But then, there were probably downsides to what she was too and he wasn’t sure he could deal with different sets of downsides. When she mentioned coming to see him on Thursday evenings, Sorrel couldn’t help but grin slightly. “Would this be after sunset? Because I can think of at least one friend that might enjoy something like that,” he said, thinking of bringing Ozymandias with him. He was sure the vampire would love seeing someone with wings dance as much as he would. He would bring Sage too, but it seemed the guy was restricted from leaving the grounds, much less to go to a bar. Sorrel still didn’t find his own gift very exciting. It was a nuisance more than anything most days. Sorrel shrugged and kicked at a rock at the question. “Kinda always there, yammering away,” he admitted. “Can silence or send them away, but it’s usually only temporary.” The persistent buggers came back time and again to bug him coz he could see them. “Someone was kind enough to leave a little something for me though, so right now it’s all quiet,” he added, grinning at Cally. It was blissfully quiet right now. “Good rule for avoiding them? Don’t be sober,” he said, shrugging slightly.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Aug 11, 2019 17:35:07 GMT 1
She'd quite happily let him marvel over her wings for a little while longer, she likes being admired, especially over something that she's forced to keep hidden so very often. It's not nice to have to hide something, but at least she could hide them. There are some creatures in the world who can't do so, those who have to have their wings out all of the time, those who can't mingle with humans, or go shopping, or go to a cafe for a cup of tea.. She can count her blessings, things might be bad for her but she could have had it a lot worse.
She returned his grin and let out a peal of laughter as he contined to speak, "all of the best things happen after sunset, that's why we open in the evening." That, and because there was a lot of nocturnal creatures who come to Carpe too. Plus, the owner was deadly allergic to the sunlight, and the moon affected him, but it wasn't deadly, "bring as many friends as you like, they'll be more than welcome, especially if they're as charmingly sweet as you." The more the merrier in Carpe, she was quite sure of that. If she can help bring in more patrons then she was more than willing to do so.
Blue eyes widened a little as he admitted that they're always there. That must have been annoying as hell, being followed around constantly.. She'd grown up in a home with a bunch of adopted siblings and that had been annoying as hell but having the dead constantly around, frustrating and annoying. "I don't want to imagine that.. But well done for being mostly sane." She was teasing a little there and her tone of voice made that quite obvious, however what he said next made her laugh again. "A good shot of something strong will solve a lot of things," she agreed wholeheartedy there, Cally was the type of person who would drink away her problems rather than face them head on.
Apart from one. The massive problem of her skin condition (as she's began calling it) was only made more dangerous with alcohol as she loses her inhibitions. Hence the cat suit, it made her less dangerous when she drank after her shift.. Which she'd begin doing within the next few hours, until the big rush of customers begins to die down.
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Aug 21, 2019 20:05:42 GMT 1
Cally was lucky in his mind. Lucky to have such beautiful wings, even if she had to hide them in the regular world, nobody could accuse her of being crazy for accidentally talking to dead people in public. Sorrel tried his best not to talk to ghosts in public, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself and so he often looked a little crazy. It had seemed perfectly reasonable for him to ask if this show was going to take place at night. Especially since he didn’t really know the opening times and wanted to bring Oz with him next time he made his way down here. “I will try to round up a few mischief makers that would enjoy a night out,” he said, more than happy to come back with friends to watch her dance. She was gorgeous, who wouldn’t enjoy watching her dance? “I’m sure it’ll be an amazing night out.” That he had no doubts about really. Honestly, anytime he could get away from the dead and just enjoy the living was an amazing time, but dancing on top of everything else? Yeah, it’d be awesome. “I think mostly is the key word there,” he said, grinning slightly. It was hard not to find it amusing right now though what with finally having a few moments on his own for a change. He was lucky he hadn’t had any other spirits attach themselves to him and see him as their personal interpreter. “Shot of something strong, whatever else I can get my hands on, either work really. Something about not being such a bright beacon of ‘here I am, come bug me’ or something. Also helps with the staying calm required to send them away.” Maybe it was a bit ironic that he struggled the most with keeping the dead at bay when he was sober, but Sorrel just enjoyed the quiet that usually came with being shitfaced. Usually, his dad would still stick around, but it was easier to mute him, and others wouldn’t bother him too much. Thankfully, he hadn’t brought parental supervision for a change. “I mean, if I was really awesome, I’d be making them solid for halloween or something to really spook people, or help put souls into stuff for people to make golems or whatnot, but meh, too much work. I’d rather just be left alone. Unless the company is alive in some form, of course.” And for someone like him, vampires definitely counted as alive.
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Aug 23, 2019 17:30:54 GMT 1
Cally was used to looking crazy too, except most people thought she just had a thing about germs when she'll jerk away from anybody attempting to touch her. She wasn't so bothered about it, it was certainly better than the alternative an accidentally ending up with somebody bleeding out in front of her. She couldn't deal with that so easily. It's difficult to help somebody when it's your touch that hurts them..
She smiled brightly and lifted her cigarette packet up to offer him a smoke, she was going to have another one. It wasn't like a nephilim could get lung cancer and smoking didn't bother her lungs that much, she was sure she was quite imune to the negative effects of them, "it'll be a fantastic night, I can guarantee you that. There'll be a live band as well, drinks are quite reasonable.. And if any of these michievous friends of yours have special dietary requirements, we cater for that. Like blood." They had drinks infused with it so the vampires didn't have to worry about getting ill off of any beverage.
Cally arched a blonde brow and made a small 'oh?' sound at the idea that he likes more than just a drink, that was something that she could get on board with for sure. There had been plenty of times before when she'd popped a pill or smoked something a little funny to enhance her night, "well," she said with a softer smile, "I'm glad that I don't see them, I don't think I'd be able to function normally at all. So fair play to you for at least.. Well, at least being upright. That's quite impressive." And Manson obviously thought he was good enough to be out on his own.. Or he'd slipped past his guard and had made a run for it and had managed to last this long without being caught.
Either way, she was amused.
"I'm Calissa," she introduced herself as she held out a hand, her long fingers were covered with gloves so she wasn't worried about him hurting himself on her, "but my friends call me Cally, I'm a Nephilim. What's your name stranger?"
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Aug 31, 2019 21:43:48 GMT 1
Sorrel wasn’t above accepting a cigarette like that and smiled at her. “Thanks,” he said, feeling like he should be polite about it. Sure, he was a screwup 90% of the time, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to say please if he really wanted something or thank you when someone offered him something. He really did need to find out who had left the joint he’d smoked earlier so he could thank them properly too. It was a much better go-to than pills or a mixture of pills and booze for staying calm and he had a feeling he was going to have a fun night because he could hear himself think.
“Sounds like we’ll blend in just fine,” he said, when she told him they served blood too. While it wasn’t appealing to him, he was sure Oz would appreciate a place like this. “I’ve been here before, but I didn’t exactly get a chance to see much of it before security showed up. Kind of talked a shadow-demon into coming here and he wasn’t supposed to leave Manson.” Sorrel didn’t feel bad about getting into trouble over that, he had enjoyed the experience and Lauri had been lovely. He should look for the demon again, he was an interesting guy.
“Apparently my playmate as a child was an old-lady ghost, so kinda grew up with it all. Guess that’s why I’m not curled up in a corner,” he said, shrugging slightly. He didn’t find it all that impressive at all. If he’d kept up with his craft, maybe. They he’d be able to do so much more, but since he just wanted to be left alone because it annoyed him, and some seriously scared him, he kind of wished he hadn’t been born with the gift at all.
Oh! Introductions! He gave a sheepish smile once he realized those had all been forgotten about because he’d been distracted by those wings. “Sorrel,” he replied, shaking her hand. “They should put you on the pamphlets for this place, or just your wings. Either would be awesome. It’s nice to meet you, Cally.”
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Post by CALISSA IDALIA ANASTAS on Sept 7, 2019 18:15:12 GMT 1
She appreciates good manners, not everybody has them. That just meant that she'd offer him another cigarette in the future, or a discounted drink from her own stash if she came across him inside. She likes polite, and not because she's part angel, it was good parenting skills that lead her to be like she is today. Perhaps not the drinking, that was her own personal coping mechanism, but her parents had paid for her to travel and live here until that problem was sorted and truly Manson had helped her out one hell of a lot more than she would have been if she'd been left in Kent. She wasn't going to spark another one right now even though she could. Instead she unhooked the small flask from her belt and took a little sip. Thankfully Bram didn't seem to mind her having a drink on the job, as long as she did her job. It was a fantastic place to work really.
A shadow demon.. That would have been the night she'd missed, Steve had filled her in about that. Apparently the shadowed guy had been quite the cutey too according to another member of the bar staff. She wasn't curious about that because she had the most handsome guy around, she was more than happy with her cowboy. Even if a lot of people did think of him as grouchy, "ah.." She grinned a little and shrugged a shoulder, "well, mistakes happen I suppose. At least nobody was hurt. As long as everything was okay I can't see bossman getting annoyed. He's a grea guy." A bit peculiar, eccentric was the word really, but she loved that he liked the pole she'd installed. Better yet, he was good at it. Bram is a good boss.
And he's not a pervert, so that's a bonus.
"Sorrel, it's a pleasure to meet you too, hopefully this won't be the last time.." She flushed a little at the compliment but still laughed, waving it off because she can be pretty modest, "Carpe relies mostly on word of mouth, can't have the humans trying to find the hidden, mysterious bar." Not that they would even if they stood in the very car park of the place. There was no way any plain, boring human could get into this place without some kind of counterspell and if they had one of those then they wouldn't be entirely oblivious and human, would they?
"So," she stood up from her bucket and tucked her cigarattes and the little flask back onto her belt and gestured to the corner they'd have to turn to get to the entrance of Carpe, a smile curved to her lips, "fancy grabbing a drink? I have about forty minutes left, but that's plenty of time to show you around. Have a little chat. Get a drink or two. What do you say?"
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Post by SORREL DALLAS TAYLOR on Sept 15, 2019 20:31:46 GMT 1
If he was entirely sober, Sorrel wouldn't brag about being good mannered. But that was mostly because withdrawal made him short-fused and ill-tempered. Also made him more prone to being haunted, so he made a point to not be sober in the first place. Made life so much easier and pleasant. He liked being around people after all, best to avoid being sober so he didn't end up a tired loner. It didn't take him long to dig his lighter out of his pocket and light the cigarette. It was always a relief to get that nicotine his system.
Sorrel really hadn't seen what the big deal had been about Lauri coming to Carpe, but he supposed the staff had their rules and views on things for a reason. Maybe he was more dangerous than he appeared? Because he seemed perfectly safe to him. "He seemed like a perfectly nice guy, so it was worth getting in a little trouble," he admitted. Sure, maybe he'd misjudged Lauri, but the man seemed friendly to him and that was all he really cared about.
"Oh, I fully intend to spend more time here," he said, grinning at Cally. This place seemed way more fun and awesome than the student bar, so he was planning on spending more time here. "With magic like this place? I reckon someone would be able to make flyers that look like nothing but adverts to regular people," he said, shrugging slightly. "I mean, if a whole church can be hidden from humans, why not some flyers? But yeah, word of mouth is probably safer." It seemed to be working, and this place seemed like it was doing well, so why change anything? Even if she'd make an awesome advertisement.
When she suggested they go grab a drink and he got a proper tour of the place, Sorrel nodded and put his cigarette out. Once he was sure it was properly out, he smiled at her. "I'd love a proper tour and some drinks," he said.
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