Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

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Marc-Anthony realized how big of a mistake it was to let her choose the movie. He should have said something to the point where they could both agree on the movie. Now he was stuck having to watch half of it with her.
He loved spending time with his girlfriend but honestly watching the same movie over and over again was getting tiring for him.
Luckily for them both they were never bound to perish. Meaning Princess Bride for eternity.
"Wonderful choice.." he said through gritted teeth and a false smile
"I'll make sure I find it later tonight.."
He sighed and turned a little to drop the act, rubbing his chin and watching the opposite wall. Why did it have to be Princess Bride...
He sat there a minute before turning back to her and grinning mischievously
"That just means next movie night we watch what I want to watch!"
He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest triumphantly. He had beat her in her game and now they were even.
"But Princess Bride is a wonderful choice.. whatever makes you happy, my dear." he purred while leaning forwards and catching her to give her a few playful kisses to the cheek as he gripped her arms and held her still to enforce his kissing attack to her jaw and cheeks
Like any good boyfriend would do.
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Arc rolled his eyes at himself and figured at some point in time he would have to actually learn English. This was getting upsetting. Especially over words he knew in German but couldn't say in English.
He followed the kid into the floral department and made sure he got everything okay, eventually just looking around himself and checking out what this place had to offer
Mary eventually spoke up about the flower and he turned himself to watch the kid
"Its probably a rose." he replied while coming over and tilting his head. He watched the other and frowned. This wasn't going to go very well
"Stay here." he said, slipping off to go grab them a cart. He got a smaller one, one of those carts that were just a pain in the behind to handle when pulling back to the store. Especially when you have more than one and the wheels aren't in the correct position to be pulled forwards and the entire cart either runs over your foot or just hits you in the ankle.
Fun times
"Here.. zhis might be easier." he said while moving to help grab Mary's items and put them on the lower half of the cart so they could be distinguished between his and Arcs items, which would be on the top
"Do you vant to get a rose? Zese are roses." he said while pulling one from the bucket and showing it to Mary
"Just von?"
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Vengal didn't feel unhappy anymore. He didn't feel angry that this guy had woken him up from his nap and was completely concerned that he was dead or something.
Sometimes he felt like he was dead on the inside, but that was about it.
"No.. No I'm okay." he said while leaning forwards a little more and pulling his legs close. "I have my own room here.. I just kinda fell asleep out here by accident. I had a rough night last night."
He had frequent nightmares, reoccurring ones with either his father or his mother coming to talk to him. Telling him that he didn't belong. He was meant to be dead.. he was supposed to stay that way.
It didn't make him feel good, sometimes he forgot they were just dreams.
His mismatched eyes flickered up from space, blinking a few times to rid his sight of a daydream before watching those of the other in front of him.
That smile made his heart melt a little bit and he chuckled lightly, smiling back and tilting his head.
"Thanks.. I think I.. inherited it from my dad or something.."
He ran a hand through his hair and shook the hood from his head to let it fall off his horns before reaching out and holding a hand towards the other
"I'm Vengal. Don't think I've seen you around before. I'm one of the Manor regulars.. I've been here a while.."
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Mishka woke up early that day, lifting his head from his pillow from a nightmare. The dream had left him in a cold sweat, and he slowly leaned forwards to think about what had just happened.
The bed groaned in protest as he got up out of it and moved himself to get ready for the day.
He showered, brushed his teeth and got dressed within an hour. Afterwards he found himself leaving his small apartment in Airedale and heading downtown for something to do. He had his money in his pockets and while walking he gently poked two fingers in his pants and prodded at the sack of gold he had. Just to make sure it was still there, and to listen as it jingled softly in his pocket
A reminder.
The great lumbering man passed a small boy and glanced back at him, thinking this one was probably up to no good. There was never a time in his life where he was up to no good. He didn't have time for trouble. He had a family to take care of.
But now that he moved into Airedale, he had plenty of time to himself. It kind of pained him because he didn't really know what to do with himself. His sisters were growing up by themselves back in Russia.. and because of what he was, he couldn't go back. In order to keep them safe.
He continued down the street and while now thinking of his sisters, looked up from his daydream to spot a store with womanly items. An idea sparked in his mind and he turned heel to the store.
A great hand took the knob gracefully, turning it and pushing himself into the store. Another jingle and he was in, looking around at the place.
Perhaps his sisters would enjoy something from his travels? They were writing to him every day, asking him so many questions about his days. They didn't know what he was. They knew he was out travelling to see the world.
He exhaled softly and let the door fall shut behind him gently, before moving in to seek the wares within.
Eventually after bypassing basically all the dresses (knowing that his sisters lived in such a place where dresses were laughed at by all manner of women) he found himself leaning over the display case. There were plenty of beautiful exampled jewelry within, he exhaled again and tilted his head just a little bit. Rings and necklaces galore, he wondered if any of his sisters back home would enjoy wearing these?
His bright blue eyes flicked up to the little girl behind the counter and a fleeting memory of the boy on the street passed by in his mind. Then the memory of himself as a child.
An eye twitched and he rose back up to his full height
"Do you vork here?" he asked lowly, his voice almost a grumble as the bear tilted his head and eyed the child behind the counter. He did not see anyone else in the store besides her, so he assumed she worked there
"Do you have any more necklaces?" he then asked before crossing his arms over his chest and sighing.
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[Ƥɛтɛяραn]

| annaise baudlaire { ⍣ } 11 { ⍣ } townsfolk { ⍣ } mishka |

anya snapped out of her daydream once the sound of the bell at the front door sounded. she sat straight up before sliding off of the counter and onto the wooden bar stool so the costumer didn’t see her slacking off to soon rat her out to her grandma. luckily the person, a man that was to tall and intimidating, didn’t see her when he first came in. instead he went ahead to the jewelry display case. as he was looking, anya took this chance to create a life story for this man:

This man lives in a house not that all grand. However he still manages to get by. Now the reason why he is here...

she continued to examine the man as he continued to stare at the jewelry in the display case.

is that he has a crush that he wants to impress by giving her the most expensive piece of jewelry there is. he’s getting tired of the roses and the ‘sweetheart’ flowers, therefore he resorted to the jewelry instead.

a smile broke out on her face as she had perfected that story, but what she didn’t know was the fact that the man had asked her a question that she was unable to answer due to her attention span of an ant. maybe this is why the teachers tend to yell at her when she didn’t know an answer to a question. anya turned her head over towards the side as the man stared back at her, which she was staring to grow uncomfortable by the minute. it took a bit for the little girl’s mind to register that he might be looking for some more jewelry. she blinked a couple of times before shaking her head out of her daze. “oh...uhhhhhh. if you are looking for more jewelry... uhh,” she turned her head over towards the two display cases that surrounded her and the counter. she pointed to both of them with each hand, her hands facing down at the countertops, “here and here. let me know if you are ready to purchase anythingggg~”. the smile was still plastered across her face as she waited for the man’s response. she didn’t bother to apologize as she hoped that her slip-up of forgetting the possible question that the man asked was barely noticeable by him.

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he wandered the streets for a moment or so before looking up at a man that passed him. which of course with an adult at great height made him pause in his tracks. vanya watched as the man continued down the street until he disappeared. once he did, vanya continued down the street as well, ignoring the dress shop that brought the temptation of annoying his sister while she worked. of course he wouldn’t do that...of course he will. but right now the time didn’t feel right. maybe he should just head over towards the coffee shop and grab something to eat... maybe this time he’ll be able to get something without being told that he’s too young to order something like coffee or a sweet. he could blame his grandfather for that.

vanya walked in the coffee shop, not admiring the line that was at the counter. he hated lines. on the road, at school, at both shops, pretty much everywhere. there had to be a line somewhere, he thought as he stood behind two adults, chatting with each other about what they were going to get. Too bad he was just a child and couldn’t see much of the menu.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; (Oisin) Lark
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Let's just leave door duty to someone else, he thought as he turned around to follow Lark out the door as he didn’t have much of a reply for what he had said. Who would even reply to that? No one at all, but he should at least say something so it didn’t seem like he was ignoring him.... but what to say? He should mention the bird that the man had, but what use would that be? Lark might go on about how that was also bad due to a certain family member. And yet, here is where the mistakes fall into place. This is why he shouldn’t be trusted with the door in the first place. “Why do I have a bad feeling that he’s not going to be in there?” he muttered, unaware that he spoke it out loud rather than in his head. He bit the bottom of his lip and thought about the worst possible punishment: getting fired. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as getting killed, but why would Lark kill someone?...unless he is secretly heartless and doesn’t really care about everyone in the manor, but then again...But back to getting fired, if he was ever fired, then where would he and Mary stay? Absolutely positively not the place that he used to reside in. Reasons varied between two things: a psychopathic wolf lives there (which he shouldn’t be really talking due to the fact that the ‘good’ old days seemed to never leave his mind) and then there’s the wolf.... just the wolf. Hating humans. As much as he does. Facilier sighed heavily, praying (ironically of course) that the giant was still in the interview room.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Arc
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A rose? He didn’t know that a rose was the right flower that his father liked. He watched as Arc moved away from him to grab a cart. He didn’t say anything, instead, he was just pondering on what the name of the flower was. Mary turned his head over towards the side, getting distracted for a bit, soon to snap back to reality when Arc took the goods that he had away from him. He stared at him and then back to the bucket, not really happy that the rose wasn’t the flower that his father liked. Mary started to slowly shake his head back and forth, but he stopped, taking the thought that he was wasting the man’s breath and time. If he didn’t know the flower, then why just waste the man’s time? The boy glanced up at Arc with accidental puppy dog eyes, his head tilting slightly, “Yes, that’s fine. I’m fine with one- thank you.”. He pulled the paper out of his back pocket, soon to take another look at the drawing of the flower it was different from the rose. It didn’t have thorns nor the petals didn’t stick up and curl around each other like the rose did. Without further thought, Mary placed the note back in his pocket before taking the rose from Arc, holding it carefully in his hand.

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18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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Everest looked at Valac explained that he didn’t have an outside source and he doesn’t tell lies. She didn’t bother to answer that before listening to him once again. A smile parted, “Hm you don’t completely hate me? I feel betrayed. And true, I would probably devour you like the little girl in the red hood... things didn’t go that well after that. Fal almost disowned me when he heard about it. And I told him that she didn’t really taste good- I don’t like raw meat... He sent me outside...in the snow.”. A grin was now showing, with her pearly whites showing... they were more yellow and blood stained, but hey, who would take care of a wolf’s teeth. Molly did but after she passed, Everest was incapable of brushing her own teeth. Oh well. It just goes to show that she wasn’t nice when it came for people sneaking in the manor house. But her mind changed to the front door once Valac when he mentioned the door. “Well if you break it, then I wouldn’t be happy and actually devour you without any thought. There’s a key somewhere, but I believe that Facilier took it when he left. But the most important matter is this: I’m a creature of the night, I don’t have the ability to to open doors. I can’t do what humans do. Besides talk and backstab...that’s what they do, right?” . Everest looked up at him as she stared to fall behind, which was followed by Val telling her to hurry up otherwise the old hag would die of old age. She didn’t increase her speed at all, “How old is she? I am like... probably older than her! Do you see me withering in the soil?! I’ll take my damn time if I have to!” a laughed escaped from her as she ran after him until she was by his side, “Also, I have problems... with running.... I don’t... want to... be... like that... dog from... Stone Fox... I don’t want... my... heart... to burst... I think... Searchlight... was her name?”. Before they could reach the town, which wasn’t that far, she slowed down as she ran out of breath. But as soon as Bal was out of sight, she slowed down even more. She lowered her head, picking up a scent that was she was slightly familiar with. The one that has been to the manor quite often, yet never showed themselves. It wasn’t Fal, no. Maybe it was the other one that Valac has mentioned? Hell it could be anyone. Mentally shaking it off, she continued after Val, her heart pounding with mixed excitement and a sour emotion that she, herself can not detect.

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“I’m glad.” Alexander replies to the stranger upon learning he’s safe. He takes the hand and gingerly shakes it. “Ah, I am Alexander. I just got here, actually,” He retrieves his hand and rubs the back of his neck. Alex studies Vengal,noting his horns, and watching his eyes. “I’ll be working as a cook. Pleasure to meet you, Vengal! Oh, and I do apologize for that,” He laughs weakly, “Even though it’s not my fault, I understand... Just lack of sleep or something bad, it happens to everyone. Are you okay in that regard? By no means do you have to talk about it, I just want to ensure you’re safe alone!”

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Prince of the Damned|LeMarc|Head Butler|Half-Demon|Tagged: Angel Boi

LeMarc sighs, shaking his head. That was not the answer he was looking for.
An antiquated part of him is thirsting to rip the boy in front of him to bloody shreds, leaving nothing left but a very unfortunate feeling. He is not a slave to his bloodlust, though. Unlike a full demon, his humanity gives him excellent control of his being; able to push back the animalistic instinct that sticks to him like a born parasite. So LeMarc just takes a deep breath. Sighs again. Alright.

The butler strides across the forest floor, closing the gap between himself and his target. He towers before the angel, hands clasped behind his back as he stares down, eyes glinting an inhuman scarlet where they were previously a rich brown. "Who are you? What do you think you are doing here you wretched soul?" He does his best to keep his voice on an even level, as if he were simply scolding, not attacking with words and fury. He pronounces each word with very exact pronunciation, though, as if he believes he needs to emphasize his own simple questions.

Resident Scholar|Franz Joseph|Attic Hermit|Vampire|Tagged: Arthritis

Franz blinks, suddenly finding himself in the arms of his test subject. His eyes widen and he stills like a confused cat, unsure if he should be attacking or struggling or perhaps purring, but he's not being petted right now sothere's no reason to purr, but then what does a cat do in such a situation? should he hiss? ...and this simile was beginning to get lost inthe catacombs of his mind...Well, he supposes this may be more efficient. After all, the man has longer legs than him and certainly could therefore get them to the lab faster, though Franz did not consider himself unsteady on his feet. "Hm? What? Ah, yes," He points towards the stairs. "We keep the lab in the highest portion of the building to ensure it does not disturb Cordelia's guests. She claims the noise does not bother her, but I try to be considerate." His mind has drifted back into a far away place in time, lost in a world that made more sense. "Yes yes we should continue onwards. Time is a commodity that does not sell cheap!"

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: Open

Eadgyd slinks through town, knowing that her time on the corner for the day has been taken. She has lost her clientele for now, lost the ones who seek information on the streets. They cannot ask her to find their missing children, to track down their enemies, to find a man who will kill for coin, or to tell them any of the other mundane, human secrets she keeps. The Corner Witch, they had always called her that. She is not a witch, not really, but the name is fitting.

Still, that time is up for today. She could not linger when she had made such a dramatic exit from her new 'friends', so she turns to the forest and dashes among the trees, keeping out of sight until her bare feet sink into mud, and the mud turns to muck, and the to cool water. She sheds the shawls and scarves, stores her human clothing in a hollow willow tree before she dives into the lake.

The water is freezing to most, but to her it is welcome. She spins and turns under the lake's green waves, shifting into a form more true, less human. Eadgyd hums a tune. Sound does not travel through water like it does through air, but this song does not follow physics. It resonates out of the lake, twisting across the water, bouncing onto the grass and trees. Her song is quiet, but it runs bone deep. A calling, though her prey does not know this. A question.

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𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephlim|Bi Male|Appears 20
Stablehand
Location: Forest Entrance
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Xzavier looked up at the half-demon, confusion and fear evident in his bright blue eyes. "Xzavier Beliel, I was trying to ride my horse but some bastard scared her away," He growled, trying his best to make the look on his face look more angry than frightened. "And who do you think you are?" He added, forcing his weak body to stand. LeMarc was a good amount taller than the nephlim but he did his best not to be intimidated. He still felt ill and desperately wanted to get away, namely to find his horse.

Xzavier let out a frustrated groan and turned away from the demon, anxious about where his beloved Mona was. "Y'know what? I don't even care. I have to find my horse," He said, spinning around and clenching his fists to prevent him from reaching out and punching the man. But he didn't, instead taking a few unsteady steps towards the forest. The butler looked familiar, maybe someone who he had seen during his hiring process, so he figured it would be a good idea to try to stop the meaningless quarrel. Even if he was the one who started it. Letting out a frustrated sigh and pulling his long sleeves over his hands, he held back tears as he realized that Mona could very well be lost forever.

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Gypsy Vanner|Female|5
Manor Animal
Location: Forest
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The only things Mona could hear was the clopping of her own hooves and a faint musical noise. She slowed a bit, deciding she had put enough distance between her and whoever that man was. Wait, she huffed, tossing her head back, realizing Xzavier wasn't on her back. Oh God... She nervously continued into the forest, following the slight hum of music until she reached a large lake. At the sight of water, Mona let out a whiny, trotting forward and taking an appreciative gulp of water.

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Fallen angel|Male|Appears 12
Townsfolk
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Valac scoffed at Everest's remark. "That just means I hate you less than most," He said, grumpily. "And that Fal sounds terrible. Who'd ever put an animal outside in the freezing snow!" The fallen angel sighed, crossing his arms as he brewed over ways to kill Facilier. Mostly so he could get the keys to the manor and save Everest the trouble of climbing through a window. Upon hearing Everest talk about her heart bursting, Valac slowed. He wasn't sure why the thought of the black wolf dying upset him. He shook off the feeling and stretched his arms over her head.

"C'mon, we'll go through the alleys," He encouraged, turning into a small corridor before turning left to a small street that ran behind the shops in town. He counted the shops as they walked, stopping at the 8th building and pointing to it. "This is the shop, she lives in an apartment upstairs," He explained, then pointing to the balcony above them. He was thankful for the overcast weather, knowing that Everest's shadow could easily sneak about without being noticed. "You ready, Ever?" He asked with a grin. His excitement was evident from the glimmer in his sea-green eyes and the manic grin plastered across his face.

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Artaxerxes's smile returned, the same sort of puckishness to it that might've suggested a younger man. In his arms, you could practically feel the great rumble of laughter in his chest as the doctor spoke. In speak of his arms, his hands were actually quite...cold. Even under leather gloves, there was none of the softness that might've suggested flesh, though with his sleeves to his elbow you could see that there was quite a lot of that. Queerer still was just how warm the rest of his body was in comparison to these hands, a considerable degree higher than any human should've been. "Lovely! You're shaping up to be quite a character, o' friend. I mean that in a good way. I do hope I come to make the acquaintance of this Cordelia, if I live to see next morning's light. Oh! Entirely unrelated, but...say, do you folks have any archaically thin spiral staircases into secret towers here? I did not see any towers on my way in, but...manors of this era - though I would say the place has gone under recent renovation - tend to have such extremities in their grounds. Ah, but perhaps I should preface by saying that since the manor is in such condition that a tower like that would seem in frame for renovation as well, you see. Particularly since your servants' passageways are still intact." He went on and on, smiling wildly as he ducked under the doorframe, striding quite confidently over to the stairs. Though he ought to with such a frame and clicky dress-shoes, he made no sound of footsteps. Agrypnia fluttered from perch to perch on their way along, occasionally chattering in a tone that could mean nothing but ill-will. "Time depends on what company you keep, friend. Particularly in this world of ours. Oh. But. Onwards, then!" Now smashing through his record of distractibility for the day, he clicked back to the situation at hand and began up the stairs. His curiosity was not subtle; Artaxerxes was studying everything from the wallpaper to the molding styles, taking it in as they went. At one point, even, he ever-so-gently draped Franz over one of his shoulders to admire a set of thick velveteen drapes the hall of the upstairs. "Why, I didn't think that they manufactured such thick curtains of this style anymore. I wouldn't suppose the family here is a recent arrival to the states?"

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Marc-Anthony realized how big of a mistake it was to let her choose the movie. He should have said something to the point where they could both agree on the movie. Now he was stuck having to watch half of it with her.
He loved spending time with his girlfriend but honestly watching the same movie over and over again was getting tiring for him.
Luckily for them both they were never bound to perish. Meaning Princess Bride for eternity.
"Wonderful choice.." he said through gritted teeth and a false smile
"I'll make sure I find it later tonight.."
He sighed and turned a little to drop the act, rubbing his chin and watching the opposite wall. Why did it have to be Princess Bride...
He sat there a minute before turning back to her and grinning mischievously
"That just means next movie night we watch what I want to watch!"
He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest triumphantly. He had beat her in her game and now they were even.
"But Princess Bride is a wonderful choice.. whatever makes you happy, my dear." he purred while leaning forwards and catching her to give her a few playful kisses to the cheek as he gripped her arms and held her still to enforce his kissing attack to her jaw and cheeks
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Arc raised his eyebrows at the kid as he waited a response. What he got was a 'no' and puppy dog eyes. His own eyes widened a little as he watched the kid and lowered his arm a little.
This wasn't the flower? Then what other flowers were there? This place didn't exactly have an abundance of flowers.
"Alright.. are you sure?" the boy asked while tilting his head and leaning down a little to watch Mary carefully
"If its not zhe right flower ve can still go find ze right von. I'm more concerned vis you finding vaht you need over vaht I need."
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before shrugging
"Honestly I'm alright vis staying out as long as possible. I'm not in zhe mood to go home to my fahzzer."
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Vengal watched the other carefully, shaking his hand and taking it back when they were done. Come to find out this guy just arrived at the manor and was going to be one of the cooks. Hopefully Deirdre liked him. He did.. ehem.
Anyways.
It was nice to know they cared about him.. somewhat. Even if he himself didn't feel much, he sure felt something.
"Yeah I'm all good." he replied and moved to stand now, popping joints and cracking his back as he stood, reaching out to help Alexander up as well.
"I'll be safe.. I've lasted this long, anyways. Just some night terrors every now and again, nothing to .. worry about."
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Mishka narrowed his eyes and looked a little unhappy with the girl who was smiling at him. Smiling.. and not answering his question. He didn't have all day.. and he surely wasn't planning on sticking around that long.
But apparently today wasn't his day.
He watched the girl wake from her daydream and finally help him out, after waiting for so long. It felt like forever before she spoke about the other countertops with jewelry. The counters he had already seen.
Fine. So they didn't have more anywhere else, he would just have to make do with what they had.
He had to make do with this girl treating him like a rock. At least thats what it came off as. He asked a specific question and got nothing in return. Perhaps his precious consumer time shouldn't be spent here.
Mishka glanced at the door and debated whether or not he should leave. The large man sighed and shook his head.
He didn't feel like walking around all day.
"Pair of blue earrings. Pink necklace. Green bracelet." he said aloud, pointing to each individual item he wanted to buy before taking his money out and sitting stoically
"Vhat will you offer? I am villing to make bargain."
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[Ƥɛтɛяραn]

| annaise baudlaire { ⍣ } 11 { ⍣ } townsfolk { ⍣ } mishka |

anya’s smile dropped once the man's expression changed into something sour. by now she should be used to it as her grandpa, vanya, and grandma (sometimes) would give her that look when she did something unladylike. but when it was dealing with a possible impatient costumer, she wasn’t all that used to it. anya slid down from the bar stool and nabbed the keys off of the counter before heading over towards the display case where the man was standing. she inserted the key and unlocked the casing. anya opened the door grabbed the items that the man wanted before placing them gently down on the counter. they were great choices actually, but it was an odd color theme. after she placed the items on the counter, anya ducked back down in the casing and lifted up the heavy bottom that covered many more things such as bubble wrap and boxes. she grabbed three different sized grey-purplish boxes that belonged to each piece of jewelry along with a cloth and cleaner. she placed all the items on the counter and started to clean the pieces of jewelry. not that they were clean, just to make it more shiny. she shouldn’t be doing this job but her grandma was upstairs still getting around. once anya finished the necklace, she placed it in its proper box and slid it over to the man before doing the same with the earrings and bracelet. now the price. math isn’t my cup of tea, rather vanya’s but i guess i can see what i can do, she thought as she sat back up on the barstool. “originally the price is thirty for each- so that would be ninety. but since i wrongfully wasted your time, i can bring it down to...” she looked down at the counter, wondering what could be a reasonable price for her and the man. maybe fifteen would do?...no. maybe fifteen for each of the three? “i can take fifteen each for the three....if that’s okay with you...you can ask for a lower price...if you want... sorry.” she muttered softly, feeling awkward for doing this. it looked simple when her grandma tended the counter, and all she had to do was carefully arrange the jewelry to look nice. but now her grandma was still upstairs, and the only person that could help her was vanya. but he was with their grandpa, which was a good thing as vanya would probably charge the man a higher price... which he has done before with a different costumer. which that costumer would tell at them for highway robbery, whatever that meant, before heading out of the store in a fiery rage. something that she wouldn’t want to see this costumer do.

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| vanya baudlaire { ⍣ } 11 { ⍣ } townsfolk { ⍣ } xxx {mentions; codie}|

vanya sat at the table with his treat- a cinnamon roll and orange juice. what? he was young. no child should have coffee and causing havoc at a serene coffee shop....which he would totally do if he had someone else to get in trouble with. too bad anya was sitting at the store with nothing much to do besides talk to the costumers about her life story- even though she was the same age as he was. vanya glances around, noting that the adults that still lingered around glanced at him, something that he didn’t like all that much as he didn’t know why they were staring at him. ignoring them, he turned back to his plate, tearing off small pieces of the roll. while he was nibbling on a small piece of the roll, he glanced up at someone who didn’t look all that much of an adult- although he probably was. it was just his life to assume what people are and are not. maybe he should make a future career out of that... but wasn’t that what the news people do? just assume that something is real in order to make a profit... definitely my cup of tea, he thought as took another piece off of the roll.

[Winchester's Wolf]

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; (Oisin) Lark
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Let's just leave door duty to someone else, he thought as he turned around to follow Lark out the door as he didn’t have much of a reply for what he had said. Who would even reply to that? No one at all, but he should at least say something so it didn’t seem like he was ignoring him.... but what to say? He should mention the bird that the man had, but what use would that be? Lark might go on about how that was also bad due to a certain family member. And yet, here is where the mistakes fall into place. This is why he shouldn’t be trusted with the door in the first place. “Why do I have a bad feeling that he’s not going to be in there?” he muttered, unaware that he spoke it out loud rather than in his head. He bit the bottom of his lip and thought about the worst possible punishment: getting fired. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as getting killed, but why would Lark kill someone?...unless he is secretly heartless and doesn’t really care about everyone in the manor, but then again...But back to getting fired, if he was ever fired, then where would he and Mary stay? Absolutely positively not the place that he used to reside in. Reasons varied between two things: a psychopathic wolf lives there (which he shouldn’t be really talking due to the fact that the ‘good’ old days seemed to never leave his mind) and then there’s the wolf.... just the wolf. Hating humans. As much as he does. Facilier sighed heavily, praying (ironically of course) that the giant was still in the interview room.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Arc
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Mary stared at the man when he caught on to the lie that the rose was fine. But he should’ve expected that as the man was indeed older than him, which of course he was much more wiser than he was. Something that he would shamefully admit to him and pap. The boy held in his breath and thought for a moment, carefully. If he got the rose for his father, he would probably accept it regardless if it was from Mary. But would pap discard it while he was sheltered in the closet? That thought made Mary think a little bit more, which he soon figured out a solution: just look for that certain flower, and if it wasn’t here, then get the rose. Case solved. He looked up at Arc, a small smile forming back on his face, “We can look around then!”. Maybe he should’ve explained the plan first, but the rose was already back in the bucket and he was already hurrying over towards the other buckets that held the flowers. But he stopped once he registered what Arc said about his father. He turned his head slightly, his expression turning into slight concern. “Did you do something to make your father mad? Is that why you are out here?” he asked, slowly dragging his attention back at the flowers.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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Everest had finally caught up to him smiling at the fact that Fal was terrible due to him leaving her outside in the snow. “I mean, I killed someone. Without their or his consent. That’s what most people do to their animals when they do wrong. Right? At least you don’t know the full story.” she muttered as she followed him into the alleyway. “Just a kid being followed by a psychopathic talking wolf. That is surely not suspicious.” she stopped once Valac stopped, soon to point up at the balcony. She glanced at Val, “What am I to you? A wolf spider?”. She snickered, knowing the actual answer to that. She looked up and stared at the balcony, wondering where she would find the old hag. In her room? In the living room? Kitchen? Walking out of the front door now? Possibly in the store. She sighed deeply, this woman could be anywhere. Everest looked up at Valac, “Okay, if I’m going up there, you have to at least go in the shop and throw a rock or something at the balcony so I know when to go downstairs.”. She looked up back at the balcony before heading towards the wall, shifting into a shadowy blob. She glilded up the wall and towards the balcony, soon to shift back once she was safe. Everest stuck her head through the bars of the balcony and looked down at Valac, grinning, “Chop chop lil Val.”. With that, she twisted her head a little before backing up and headed inside.