〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 ❥ 𝓒𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓮 〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 Cyanide felt the green gaze travel down her. The woman practically oozed predatory dominance. Cya ran a hand through her hair pulling it over one shoulder, trying to keep her face turned away even as she examined the woman from the corner of her eye. Her hair sparkled like flame and Cya was a little jealous, even in life she only had strawberry blond hair, nothing compared to the fiery bold color sitting in front of her. her haze traveled down to her feline-esque eyes, they were a duller green than she had originally thought, the flecks of gold making them blaze brighter than the gray green hues should. but there was something else about them. she had the eyes of someone with an 'old soul' her NanNan would of told her, Cya never understood what she had ment before, but now she thought she did. Those eyes, which were currently glancing at her dress, had definitely seen some s**t.
Cya was slightly surprised when the woman spoke, calling her out on her s**t. she grimaced at the coffee cup, "Well that's what I get for stealing someone elses coffee," she looked back up at the counter and noticed a figure standing off to the side waiting with a confused irritated look on their face while everyone else received there coffee. Cya snorted a laugh to herself. What a t**t. she thought to herself. She blew off the womans question instead leaning forward on her elbows so they were awfully close to each other. "What's a girl like you," she nodded her head at the whole aggressive threatening presence of the woman "doing in a place like this?" she purred, meaning the strange town in general. " you dont seem the hopeless desperate romantic type."
Believe me, Di said with a huff, responding to the ghost with an almost sarcastic tone, I'm not. Romance wasn't exactly the redhead's forte. In fact, even before she was left with an ageless life, the huntress never pursued any romantic interests. Being a daughter of a wealthy family had it's perks, absolutely, but even the draw of wealth wasn't enough for any suitors to come knocking on the door of a clan of fire-wielding beauties. To be honest, Diana had all but chalked up the romance troupe to a tourist trap. Some people would do anything in order to ensure that they wouldn't live out the rest of their lives alone.
Diana has had multiple lifetimes' experience of being alone, it came as a benefit to her line of work. Traveling by herself allowed her to be flexible with her schedule and she was able to carry out her hits and disappear before anybody could stir up enough resources to come to look for her; being by herself was her preferred way of operating At least that's what she told herself anyway.
The redhead didn't lean back from her place at the table as the girl drew closer. If anything, Diana was surprised she had moved in. Most individuals seemed to keep their distance from the huntress. Not only did she exude a cold demeanor that acted like a forcefield against friendly interaction, but her eyes were also enough to unsettle the everyday person. They held two centuries worth of memories, emotions, and visions...pop those babies into the head of someone who looks no more than 25, and you get a combination that can make someone's skin crawl.
I'm here for my job. I was transferred. She replied, abruptly leaning back and taking a sip of coffee. She wasn't lying, she was more or less pushed to this location. A town full of creatures of the night seemed to be the last place one would look for a notorious hunter...much less an injured one at that. Taking another sip, the woman sighed blissfully. The coffee was at the perfect temperature, and the girl guzzled it down greedily. Ah, that's a damn good cup. I'm going to have to make this one of my regular stops.... Di let her gaze flutter back up to the woman in front of her. I suppose I could ask the same question to you. Although, I must say, you do seem to be a bit more inclined to deal with... feelings. The woman was inferring to the almost flirtatious nature of this spirit in front of her. It seemed even in death, the woman knew what her assets were and weren't afraid to use them. Diana had to give her props for that. Where Diana lacked sex appeal, she made up for in a deadly ability to track and kill.
〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 ❥𝓒𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓮❥ 〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 Cyanide let out a throaty laugh, "Believe it or not I'm also here on buisness." With them both leaning towards each other Cya was able to see the various scars littering the womans skin and wondered if their jobs correlated. Being a Banshee wasnt very informative. Some times shed enter a hypnotic like state and when shed come back to herself shed be gods knew where. Usually within a few days shed be drawn somewhere close with a pressure building in her throat. Eventually shed find her target and let out the Harbuorer of Deaths scream. The damn scream made her a mess, tears streaming hair and dress whipping in a nonexistant flurry of wind, she always had to take a 'me-day' afterwards. The Harboring scream didnt actually hold much power, it was a prediction. So while the scream itself didnt kill the person it was pretty distracting. It was common for people to stop dead in their tracts when they heard and saw her, she once saw a guy taken out by a bus due to stoping in the middle of the street.That's what the b*****d got for jaywalking. She kept her hypothesis to herself, as well as the fact that she was hoping to score some a** from a desperate hottie or two while she was here. Cyanide could tell that the woman wasnt into her, atleast not in the a** scoring sort of way. The woman didnt stay leaning towards her in a sensual manner but more in the dominant preditor unwilling to back down way. Didnt mean that Cyanide wasnt going to push it for the shits and giggles, "Oh, I'm great at feeling." She purred. "I'm pretty good at touching too. I could show you sometime if youd like?" she batted her eyelashes innocently.
Di pulled her arms underneath the table. She didn't like to flaunt her scars, wishing that they didn't decorate her skin like some horrible red tattoo. Some would view them as marks of survival--she saw them as marks of failure. Each one represented a time when another being got the best of her. Each one held a story of the countless hours training after receiving them in order to ensure she would not fail again. The most noticeable among her vast collection involved one created from her own ability...or lack thereof. Having had her family uprooted before her training could be complete, Di never quite got the hang of her manipulation of fire. Occasionally, when she feels truly angry, her sense of control will evaporate. This leads her vulnerable to very severe consequences. The silver scar upon her arm, like flames licking up the otherwise graceful limb, resulted in not only physical injury to her but the death of a loved one. She had allowed herself to become far too invested in another being, and as a result of their closeness, he had died by her hand.
The sudden outright flirtation that this woman before her suddenly exuded was enough to snap Diana back to the present. She blinked her eyes in surprise and confusion before knitting her eyebrows together. Thanks, but no thanks. She replied, taken aback by the unabashed nature of this ghost. The redhead was of such an opposite disposition; she could never imagine herself being so forward with a stranger. This, in turn, caused the faintest of flush to spread across the huntress's cheeks. This was an embarrassing trait that she had never been able to kick--blushing was an easy give away!
〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 ❥𝓒𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓮❥ 〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 Even as she dismissed her a slight blush spread across the womans cheeks causing Cyanide to grin wickedly. She watched as she drew her arms under the table, uncomfortably, causing Cya to take more noticed at the way the woman was dressed. It was comfortable but still well put together. putting that and her general demenor Cyanide did believe that she was in the presence of a fellow rich girl. Look at that! They were birds of a feather, though the woman in front of her was definitely the more respectable type while Cya was a bit of a brat.In all fairness to herself she was much kinder before she got murdered. She reached out her hand in front of the woman," I'm Cyanide. We're friends now. So tell me, friend, what line of business are you in?" She didn't wait on a response, "I'm hungry, are you hungry? let's get some soft tacos!" she stood up, going in to loop arms with the girl and drag her off.
W-wait..wha-? Diana stammered as she was pulled to her feet. This woman--Cyanide was it?--had looped arms with her and was clambering about getting tacos. It took Diana two heartbeats before she could get out another word. Wait, wait. It is the morning and you want to get tacos? The redhead was in such disbelief that she actually stopped dead in her tracks, halting any progress towards the door. Besides, friend, I don't know anything about you. Why would I come with a stranger? Di looked Cyanide up and down. What was she going on about? Suddenly deciding that they were friends.... The huntress couldn't hide the warmth that the idea of a friend made in her, but she wasn't exactly keen on traipsing around town with someone she barely knew.
〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 ❥𝓒𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓮❥ 〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞✘〝〞 Cyanide snorted, "Of course you dont know much about me, we met like three minutes ago." Though the woman had stopped, and Cya did NOT have the muscles to make her move an inch she could tell that the woman didnt completely hate the idea of being friends. She smiled tugging at her motionless form. ,"If you want to know more about me you should try asking a question." she leaned in in a mock whisper, "Maybe you should start by telling me your name, or I'm just going to start calling you Kitten." She winked mischievously.
It was truly lucky that Cyanide had such a forward personality, otherwise, Diana would still be sitting in this coffee shop just as alone as she had always been and doing her best to convince herself that that's what she wanted. Unable to resist the ghost's personality much longer, the redhead cracked the smallest of smiles. Diana. The redhead relaxed slightly or at least didn't hold such an alert posture. Her muscles were always slightly strained, ready to react to any possible situation. The nickname kitten caused a wry laugh to escape from the hunter's lips. If only Cyanide knew just how coincidental that nickname was. That's my name. I guess I do have a few questions..., The woman trailed off, but you're right. I am feeling a little hungry...and tacos do sound good.... The woman inched towards the door, her stomach jumping at the idea of getting a real meal in her belly.
Company :: the entirety of moonbucks Glamours :: N/a Outfit :: Jean jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans
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The previous day had been a bit annoying but Peers was hoping things would turn out better today. After only a short hindrance he eventually did make his way to the cafe to check it out. Now that he was more familiar with where the cafe was he was hellbent on getting some coffee. This time he didn’t waste time and just drove his car straight to the place. Parking his car, he quickly killed the engine and hopped out. He always hated driving, but knew it was worth it to get to places faster. Setting the car alarm, it beeped at him as he headed inside.
While he waited in line he took the time to fluff out and smooth his tail, feeling as if a kink was forming from sitting on it during the drive. An agitated sigh escaped his lips once he let go of it, letting it sway gently behind him, and turned his attention to the menu. He really needed some coffee. None of that fancy s**t filled with milk either.
Gage haphazardly drove up to moonbucks with a screech and parked his motorcycle, taking up two entire spaces with the small flashy bike. Not like he cared either way as he carelessly shoved the door open hard. He was hungover from the night before celebrating his new house and desperately needed a pick-me-up in order to even ATTEMPT to deal with common folk today. As he entered the building he looked around with a judgmental grimace and narrowed eyes. He was thinking to himself about how it was a shame how far he had fallen getting anything from a place as dull and pedestrian as this when his eyes fell on a man in line.
Immediately recognizing the man wasn't an employee Gage decided the weird ginger cosplayer might as well be. Wearing a pastel punk outfit he clearly thought himself better than the man (outfit) and brought out his wallet. With a strut he walked over to the man looking agitated, stopping about a foot away before throwing a wad of cash at him, making bills fall over the man. "Hey kawaii c*ck, make yourself useful and get me a Grande Cappuccino and a slice of cheesecake. Make it quick I don't have all day." He stood there looking expectantly at him.
Company :: An entitled p***k Glamours :: N/a Outfit :: Jean jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans
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Occasionally Peers would click his tongue piercing against his teeth while he impatiently waited for his turn to order. It was a habit of his that he only did when he was annoyed. He paid no mind to anyone that came in after him, he was counting down the people in front of him only. It was almost his turn when suddenly a man stepped up to him and began throwing money at him. The entire cafe seemed to hush at that moment as the man made his demands, everyone turning to look at the two. Was that a joke? He didn’t think anyone had the gall to say such things to him. Brown eyes narrowed as he took a fraction of a second to conclude this asshat was dead serious. Yeah, no, he wasn’t having any of that.
Without a word he bent over and carefully picked up the money, the sound of clicking of his tongue being the only noise he made. Then after it was all collected he pocketed the cash and flipped the man off. “Didn’t expect a free coffee today. Lucky me.” Casting one glare back at the a*****e he stepped over to the counter and began his order, now courtesy of the deranged man. “I’ll have a large black coffee— and I think I also want a poppyseed muffin.” He slapped down the money that had been flung at him, his tail flickering as his gaze held with the man while he did so. It was his way of telling him no. He listened to nobody, and considering the entitled attitude, the snotty rich kid was lucky he was refraining from knocking his teeth in.
Rolling his eyes hard enough to tilt his head around Gage scoffs at the man. He looked him up and down trying to figure out why the denim cocooned little s**t wasn't following orders. After a moment he sighs walking up to the counter deciding that the ignorant commoner probably didn't even know what a cappuccino was. How sad. Gage tossed his card at the cashier knowing full well that he had heard the order and cashier just sort of took the card and went to make the coffees with the classic Please Kill Me retail worker face. "Just my luck to pick out the most incompetent peasant in the land. Seriously what are you even good for?"
He sat his entitled butt on the counter and crossed his legs looking condescendingly at the man already irritated he had to deal with people. Gage put on a cocky smirk and asked "Tell me, what do you think your mother regrets more. giving birth to you or allowing you to grow up to be such a useless loser? I didn't get the chance to ask her last night before she left my place." People were honestly just too easy to piss off and Gage was going to take full advantage of that.
Dyl had discovered that in this shopping there was a toy shop with colorful activities to shop for and Dyl thought he'd start exploring this land for the most colorful and intriguing place he could find on the island. He got dressed in a few casual clothes he bought yesterday and looked over the map he got over one more time. He saw that down that same street there were a few select eating establishments there and they also piqued his interest. Looking through a small catalogue he learned the difference between them figured he wasn't that hungry for a full meal, but assumed he'd thirsty by the time he'd get there so he found the number of the Moonbuck's Cafe and called ahead of time so he didn't have to stand in line. Then he called a Shyft, put his long hair in high ponytail, grabbed his sunglasses and handbag, and drove to the shops.
He arrived at the Cerise district and payed his driver, heading to Cafe first to pick up a blue lavender iced tea and bagel. Walking in, he immediately noticed two individuals who stood out most in the side of the room. They seemed somewhat confrontational, but since Dyl was just walking in he wouldn't know what they were talking about. But there on the counter he could see his order and he slipped through the crowd to retrieve his food, paying for it but giving a barista money and saying something along the lines of 'keep the change'. He turned to sit down in a corner to admire the darker ambience inside the cafe. Then he took a look around at the other customers in the room and came to figure that humans seem to be the minority here on the island. One of the men arguing had a tail and the other on the counter certainly wasn't human. Regardless of what they were doing now, Dyl started eating his bagel and enjoying the drink's complex flavors.
