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      27 minutes ago, Mariah. said:

      SETH ROLLINS
      Seth pants as he stares through the glass door at Dean who steadily paces away. He clenches his jaw and crinkles his brows, fighting himself and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Arrrrrrrrgggghhh," he cries out, his lust exploding out of him as he sprints behind Dean into the storm, leaving behind a blast of wind. He then turns Dean around and spears him into the side of his car with wild force, but remarkable grace. Then and there, he gives in, finally pressing his lips against his mentor as the torrential downpour soaks the pair of them, washing out the saliva layering their connecting tongues.

      DEAN AMBROSE
      Resting against the car, Dean basks in the moment and allows Seth to have his way with him only for an instant before grabbing him by the shirt collar and turning them around. He pins the impassioned younger vampire against the car and attacks his lips, their tongues engaging in messy intense war. Their bodies entangled, their hands wandering, their breath heavy until suddenly, the war would come to a halt as Dean's army retreated. He uses his mouth to speak instead, his voice deep and lustful. "Not here."

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      On 10/12/2018 at 1:44 AM, Shoaib. said:

      DEAN AMBROSE
      Resting against the car, Dean basks in the moment and allows Seth to have his way with him only for an instant before grabbing him by the shirt collar and turning them around. He pins the impassioned younger vampire against the car and attacks his lips, their tongues engaging in messy intense war. Their bodies entangled, their hands wandering, their breath heavy until suddenly, the war would come to a halt as Dean's army retreated. He uses his mouth to speak instead, his voice deep and lustful. "Not here."

      SETH ROLLINS
      Seth lets the rain water run off his closed eyes and pink lips as he fights himself to adhere to Dean's suggestion, wanting nothing but to ravage his mate then and there. "Come," he exhales into Dean's ear, his tongue grazing the outer edge of it. Like a bullet, the pair speed through the police station following Seth's lead and wind up in Seth's office, pressed against the officer's desk as the soaked couple drip all over the furniture and carry on interlocking their wild tongues. Eager to advance, Seth throws off Dean's leather jacket and forces him into a seated position on the wooden desktop. Writhing between his thick legs, he pauses from the kiss to marvel at the wet white t-shirt practically suffocating his mentor's new, large body, and providing a peak at the flesh beneath. Then, he rolls it off and guides his mouth down his partner's skin, biting into his left pectoral and continuing down until his mouth reaches just above Dean's belt buckle.

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      Seth's breath gets hot and his mouth fills with dampness as he forcefully tears out Dean's belt, inadvertently bursting through the denim belt loops. Making the most of every second and every uncontrollable sense, he unfastens the jeans on his lover and reveals his endowment, in sheer awe and ecstasy at it's length and girth, only partially filled. Stroking it with excitement, he thereafter wraps his mouth around it and enjoys the flavor. The best part, however, was Dean's response. Everything about this moment was heightened, much like Seth's emotions. Every touch was otherworldly, almost as though he was out of body. Every sight, sound and taste was euphoric.

       

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      On 10/12/2018 at 2:25 AM, Mariah. said:

      SETH ROLLINS
      Seth lets the rain water run off his closed eyes and pink lips as he fights himself to adhere to Dean's suggestion, wanting nothing but to ravage his mate then and there. "Come," he exhales into Dean's ear, his tongue grazing the outer edge of it. Like a bullet, the pair speed through the police station following Seth's lead and wind up in Seth's office, pressed against the officer's desk as the soaked couple drip all over the furniture and carry on interlocking their wild tongues. Eager to advance, Seth throws off Dean's leather jacket and forces him into a seated position on the wooden desktop. Writhing between his thick legs, he pauses from the kiss to marvel at the wet white t-shirt practically suffocating his mentor's new, large body, and providing a peak at the flesh beneath. Then, he rolls it off and guides his mouth down his partner's skin, biting into his left pectoral and continuing down until his mouth reaches just above Dean's belt buckle.

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      Seth's breath gets hot and his mouth fills with dampness as he forcefully tears out Dean's belt, inadvertently bursting through the denim belt loops. Making the most of every second and every uncontrollable sense, he unfastens the jeans on his lover and reveals his endowment, in sheer awe and ecstasy at it's length and girth, only partially filled. Stroking it with excitement, he thereafter wraps his mouth around it and enjoys the flavor. The best part, however, was Dean's response. Everything about this moment was heightened, much like Seth's emotions. Every touch was otherworldly, almost as though he was out of body. Every sight, sound and taste was euphoric.

       

      DEAN AMBROSE

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      The unadulterated enjoyment on Dean's face was apparent as Seth's mouth continued to work its magic. Not one to surrender control, Dean grips a handful of Seth's dripping mane and forces the eager novice into a quick and unforgiving rhythm before pulling both up to their feet abruptly. The lascivious elder tastes himself on swollen lips before tearing open the front of Seth's shirt, sending buttons flying. His long fingers explore every crevice of Seth's chiselled hairy torso while he ravenously sucks and bites at flesh, dragging his fangs along the remaining water droplets on his pale neck.

      Further undressing Seth until the member of his cohort was completely naked, Dean takes in the Greek God's physique; not a new occasion but this time more significant. Trading places and dropping to his knees, Dean returns the favour, taking in Seth more literally this time. His wet lips indulge in inspecting every inch and before long, his hands guide Seth to turn around and use the desk for support so his skilful and experienced tongue can provide the same pleasure behind. 

      Licking his lips as he comes up for air, Dean leans back into the chair at Seth's desk, the detective's name plate almost symbolically brushed away and falling to the floor in the ensuing positioning, Seth preparing to give himself up. Dean doesn't wait long, however, proceeding without caution-- the predator asserting his dominance over his prey-- and eliciting moans all around in the long awaited moment of ecstasy. The feeling intoxicating, Dean continues roughly and violently, muttering obscenities as nothing but the raw and uncensored sounds of their carnal act of desire filled the room.

       

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      22 hours ago, Shoaib. said:

      DEAN AMBROSE

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      The unadulterated enjoyment on Dean's face was apparent as Seth's mouth continued to work its magic. Not one to surrender control, Dean grips a handful of Seth's dripping mane and forces the eager novice into a quick and unforgiving rhythm before pulling both up to their feet abruptly. The lascivious elder tastes himself on swollen lips before tearing open the front of Seth's shirt, sending buttons flying. His long fingers explore every crevice of Seth's chiselled hairy torso while he ravenously sucks and bites at flesh, dragging his fangs along the remaining water droplets on his pale neck.

      Further undressing Seth until the member of his cohort was completely naked, Dean takes in the Greek God's physique; not a new occasion but this time more significant. Trading places and dropping to his knees, Dean returns the favour, taking in Seth more literally this time. His wet lips indulge in inspecting every inch and before long, his hands guide Seth to turn around and use the desk for support so his skilful and experienced tongue can provide the same pleasure behind. 

      Licking his lips as he comes up for air, Dean leans back into the chair at Seth's desk, the detective's name plate almost symbolically brushed away and falling to the floor in the ensuing positioning, Seth preparing to give himself up. Dean doesn't wait long, however, proceeding without caution-- the predator asserting his dominance over his prey-- and eliciting moans all around in the long awaited moment of ecstasy. The feeling intoxicating, Dean continues roughly and violently, muttering obscenities as nothing but the raw and uncensored sounds of their carnal act of desire filled the room.

       

      SETH ROLLINS

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      Seth's lack of breath is balanced by the amount of sweat dripping from his pores, as the pair assert their repressed desires. His back arches and muscles tense as Dean grinds into him like a steady beat of a drum, Seth's round, tight glutes clenching with the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. He then stands himself back upright—still connected to Dean—and slides his tongue into his partner's mouth while the thrusting continues. Seth's eyes clamp shut, him exerting short, airy moans into Dean's wet mouth while his wearing body tremors. "F-fuck," he manages to speak before removing Dean and turning his own body to lay back on the desk, with his thick legs resting on Dean's shoulder for him to continue, Seth's member swollen and eager for release. And continue Dean does, rocking the furniture's legs from beneath it, sending a loud crash echoing through the office. "Fuck," Seth exclaims once again as the two carry on their animalistic ritual until Dean melts into him, synchronized with Seth's own finish glazing his body through nothing but pure satisfaction.

      "Who'da thought you're be this... well-versed after several decades," he quietly exhales in an apt quip.

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      On 10/12/2018 at 1:29 AM, Mariah. said:

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "1 North Lake Vincent,"
      Carmella quickly replies without pause or hesitation. She trickles on a small, reassuring smile for Roman, then tilts her head while lining the roof of her mouth with the tip of her sharp tongue.

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Roman knew the small shudder that ran up his spine at that moment was no better indication that he needed to put a bit of space between Carmella and himself for a moment.


      " 'Preciate it", he says as he swivels around and leaves the room. Not four seconds later, did footsteps begin to echo again throughout the house's foyer, before Roman made his reappearance.
       

      "Um, phonebook...?"

       

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      On 10/16/2018 at 1:42 AM, Maxim said:

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Roman knew the small shudder that ran up his spine at that moment was no better indication that he needed to put a bit of space between Carmella and himself for a moment.


      " 'Preciate it", he says as he swivels around and leaves the room. Not four seconds later, did footsteps begin to echo again throughout the house's foyer, before Roman made his reappearance.
       

      "Um, phonebook...?"

       

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      Responding with a patent eye roll, Carmella rises from her seat and strolls into the foyer, leading Roman to a large antique chest. "I would ask why you don't just use Google in 2019, but I forgot that this is all arising because of your dead phone," she snarks as she digs through the items for a directory. Running her hand across a worn leather covered book, fastened with a buckle, her search is suddenly halted.

      "Elias' song book," she whispers to herself as she stares at her discovery, having misplaced it some time ago. Her heart patters with what little of it was left unfrozen and she stands still, distracted by the remnant of her friend. She then sifts through the book to a song named in her honor and silently recites every word, a smile growing upon her face, forgetting the man standing behind her.

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      On 10/16/2018 at 2:21 AM, Mariah. said:

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      Responding with a patent eye roll, Carmella rises from her seat and strolls into the foyer, leading Roman to a large antique chest. "I would ask why you don't just use Google in 2019, but I forgot that this is all arising because of your dead phone," she snarks as she digs through the items for a directory. Running her hand across a worn leather covered book, fastened with a buckle, her search is suddenly halted.

      "Elias' song book," she whispers to herself as she stares at her discovery, having misplaced it some time ago. Her heart patters with what little of it was left unfrozen and she stands still, distracted by the remnant of her friend. She then sifts through the book to a song named in her honor and silently recites every word, a smile growing upon her face, forgetting the man standing behind her.

       

      ROMAN REIGNS

      "You still talkin' to me?", Roman inquires, wondering how to interpret the scene in front of him, " 'cause you're gonna need to turn it up a bit if you want me to hear what you're saying".

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      On 10/16/2018 at 2:45 AM, Maxim said:
       

      ROMAN REIGNS

      "You still talkin' to me?", Roman inquires, wondering how to interpret the scene in front of him, " 'cause you're gonna need to turn it up a bit if you want me to hear what you're saying".

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Oh no, sorry,"
      Carmella responds, startled out of her brief moment of reflection. "Just reading my old diary. Meant to throw it out a while ago. But..." she breaks, reaching back into the chest for the found directory and passing it off. She clutches the leather song book to her breasts and revisits Roman's stunning gray eyes, curiously gazing at her. "There you go. Enjoy."

      Leaving Roman to himself, she strolls back into the living area and holds back out the song book in front of her. With her eyes growing heavy and her heart aching for her lover, she draws back tears and tosses the book into the fireplace. As made evident with recent events, the old Carmella was no more. Vulnerability or weakness was not an option—not anymore. Watching the flames burst out toward her, she reaches over to a side table and pours herself a drink of brandy, daintily curling her lips over the brim of the glass. "Find what you're looking for?!" she shouts to Roman outside the room.

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      On 10/16/2018 at 3:18 AM, Mariah. said:

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Oh no, sorry,"
      Carmella responds, startled out of her brief moment of reflection. "Just reading my old diary. Meant to throw it out a while ago. But..." she breaks, reaching back into the chest for the found directory and passing it off. She clutches the leather song book to her breasts and revisits Roman's stunning gray eyes, curiously gazing at her. "There you go. Enjoy."

      Leaving Roman to himself, she strolls back into the living area and holds back out the song book in front of her. With her eyes growing heavy and her heart aching for her lover, she draws back tears and tosses the book into the fireplace. As made evident with recent events, the old Carmella was no more. Vulnerability or weakness was not an option—not anymore. Watching the flames burst out toward her, she reaches over to a side table and pours herself a drink of brandy, daintily curling her lips over the brim of the glass. "Find what you're looking for?!" she shouts to Roman outside the room.

      ROMAN REIGNS
      "Well, for the moment, I sold her a story about some sister of mine being missing. Can't say how much of it she bought, but at least I'm in, so she doesn't suspect too much". Roman pulls the phone from his ear at the shrill call of the woman from the other room. "Yeah, lemme get back before she does start to wonder. I'll keep you posted, man". With that, Roman kills the line and discreetly exits the broom closet he'd stowed himself away in for the moment, idly sorting himself out before he makes his way back into the foyer.


      "Just my shitty luck. The only mechanic shop within a reasonable radius from his address has closed down for the next, like, three weeks. Apparently one of the guys died a while back, and the other guy skipped town for a bit to sort his shit out. So now I'm here up the creek without a paddle".

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      1 hour ago, Maxim said:

      ROMAN REIGNS
      "Well, for the moment, I sold her a story about some sister of mine being missing. Can't say how much of it she bought, but at least I'm in, so she doesn't suspect too much". Roman pulls the phone from his ear at the shrill call of the woman from the other room. "Yeah, lemme get back before she does start to wonder. I'll keep you posted, man". With that, Roman kills the line and discreetly exits the broom closet he'd stowed himself away in for the moment, idly sorting himself out before he makes his way back into the foyer.


      "Just my shitty luck. The only mechanic shop within a reasonable radius from his address has closed down for the next, like, three weeks. Apparently one of the guys died a while back, and the other guy skipped town for a bit to sort his shit out. So now I'm here up the creek without a paddle".

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Oh wow, right,"
      Carmella snickers to herself, brimming with amusement over the revelation. Holding her glass in her hand, she points toward Roman as her memory is jogged. "Right actually, I remember hearing about the missing persons search a year ago, but the story just disappeared from the news. Figures more dead bodies would pile up in perfect little Full Sail."
      She licks her lips and takes another taste of her drink, gulping the strong flavor down forcefully while maintaining eye contact with the beautiful stranger, her own eyes narrowing as the substance stings her throat. "So, what now? Should I call one of your family members? Or maybe there's a friend I can call that would be willing to come get you? Should we book you at the nearest hotel? I promised I'd help, so whatever you need..."

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      On 16/10/2018 at 6:29 AM, Mariah. said:

      SETH ROLLINS

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      Seth's lack of breath is balanced by the amount of sweat dripping from his pores, as the pair assert their repressed desires. His back arches and muscles tense as Dean grinds into him like a steady beat of a drum, Seth's round, tight glutes clenching with the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. He then stands himself back upright—still connected to Dean—and slides his tongue into his partner's mouth while the thrusting continues. Seth's eyes clamp shut, him exerting short, airy moans into Dean's wet mouth while his wearing body tremors. "F-fuck," he manages to speak before removing Dean and turning his own body to lay back on the desk, with his thick legs resting on Dean's shoulder for him to continue, Seth's member swollen and eager for release. And continue Dean does, rocking the furniture's legs from beneath it, sending a loud crash echoing through the office. "Fuck," Seth exclaims once again as the two carry on their animalistic ritual until Dean melts into him, synchronized with Seth's own finish glazing his body through nothing but pure satisfaction.

      "Who'da thought you're be this... well-versed after several decades," he quietly exhales in an apt quip.

      DEAN AMBROSE
      "Heh,"
      Dean pants as he catches his breath, their bodies still entwined. "I missed you too, by the way," he mindlessly lets out, his defences low and the words spilling out. Realizing what he had said, he does his best to redirect the conversation as their touches part ways, Dean turning away, providing a peek of his ass. He retrieves a hand towel and tosses it beside Seth.

      "I mean, I didn't have to stick around anyone else long before it was off to the next city. You, I had to deal with; to help, to teach, to craft, to mold. You and those fuckin' twins. Fuckin' pain in the ass..." Dean trails off as he gets dressed, swinging his head back in Seth's direction as he buttons his jeans. "Sorry, didn't mean to be insensitive."

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      28 minutes ago, Shoaib. said:

      DEAN AMBROSE
      "Heh,"
      Dean pants as he catches his breath, their bodies still entwined. "I missed you too, by the way," he mindlessly lets out, his defences low and the words spilling out. Realizing what he had said, he does his best to redirect the conversation as their touches part ways, Dean turning away, providing a peek of his ass. He retrieves a hand towel and tosses it beside Seth.

      "I mean, I didn't have to stick around anyone else long before it was off to the next city. You, I had to deal with; to help, to teach, to craft, to mold. You and those fuckin' twins. Fuckin' pain in the ass..." Dean trails off as he gets dressed, swinging his head back in Seth's direction as he buttons his jeans. "Sorry, didn't mean to be insensitive."

      SETH ROLLINS
      As Seth sits upright on his desk, he squints his shadowy eyes and rests his forearms against his open bare thighs. "I mean," he chuckles, "I was right here the whole time, Dean. Never left. If you missed me so much, you really could have called, texted, anything." Realizing he was—once again—wearing his heart on his sleeve, he leaps off the desk before Dean responds and grabs the hand towel to clean himself off, leaving his own fit backside turned. He closes his eyes slowly, exhales and turns back to his partner. "Just tell me why, man."

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      24 minutes ago, Mariah. said:

      SETH ROLLINS
      As Seth sits upright on his desk, he squints his shadowy eyes and rests his forearms against his open bare thighs. "I mean," he chuckles, "I was right here the whole time, Dean. Never left. If you missed me so much, you really could have called, texted, anything." Realizing he was—once again—wearing his heart on his sleeve, he leaps off the desk before Dean responds and grabs the hand towel to clean himself off, leaving his own fit backside turned. He closes his eyes slowly, exhales and turns back to his partner. "Just tell me why, man."

      DEAN AMBROSE
      Swallowing his words, Dean pauses to think for a moment before formulating a reply. "You really wanna know?" he asks, his expression stone cold serious as his gaze remains on Seth. "Well you'll find out soon enough. I'm calling a meeting to hear what you've been up to while I've been gone and see where everybody's head's at. Usos, Ruby, the whole gang. Call it a welcome home party, if you will. Don't forget to bring a gift," he kids, conscious of the manner in which he had chosen to answer Seth's query.

      Fully dressed by now, he fixes his jacket, both hands on either side of his collar as he shuts his eyes before opening them wide with renewed vigour. A wild "I'M BACK, BABY!" echoes through the station as in a gust, he's gone.

      fin.

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      On 10/18/2018 at 11:04 PM, Mariah. said:

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Oh wow, right,"
      Carmella snickers to herself, brimming with amusement over the revelation. Holding her glass in her hand, she points toward Roman as her memory is jogged. "Right actually, I remember hearing about the missing persons search a year ago, but the story just disappeared from the news. Figures more dead bodies would pile up in perfect little Full Sail."
      She licks her lips and takes another taste of her drink, gulping the strong flavor down forcefully while maintaining eye contact with the beautiful stranger, her own eyes narrowing as the substance stings her throat. "So, what now? Should I call one of your family members? Or maybe there's a friend I can call that would be willing to come get you? Should we book you at the nearest hotel? I promised I'd help, so whatever you need..."

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Roman knew exactly how to capitalize on a prime opportunity when he was presented with one. How he responded here would dictate the outcome of said opportunity, and he needed this to work in his favor, so he chose his next few words very carefully, with that in mind.

      "Nah, a hotel is out of the question. I'm kinda strapped for cash right now, and the few dollars I do have are gonna have to go into getting my rustbucket truck back up. And it's a bit late and way too dangerous out here for me to call any family out."


      Realizing that now was as good a time as any to strike, he went in for the kill. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you here. All of these detours and bullshit distractions right now are throwing me way off course. Before I made my way up here, I made a promise to myself that I would not leave this perch until I found some trace of my sister --- anything. I just... wouldn't be able to live with myself. So I'm devoting all of my time to being here. I know this doesn't really concern you and, really you don't even know me at all, but c'mon --- isn't there something you can do to help me out here? I'm laid out bare in front of you right now".

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      2 hours ago, Maxim said:

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Roman knew exactly how to capitalize on a prime opportunity when he was presented with one. How he responded here would dictate the outcome of said opportunity, and he needed this to work in his favor, so he chose his next few words very carefully, with that in mind.

      "Nah, a hotel is out of the question. I'm kinda strapped for cash right now, and the few dollars I do have are gonna have to go into getting my rustbucket truck back up. And it's a bit late and way too dangerous out here for me to call any family out."


      Realizing that now was as good a time as any to strike, he went in for the kill. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you here. All of these detours and bullshit distractions right now are throwing me way off course. Before I made my way up here, I made a promise to myself that I would not leave this perch until I found some trace of my sister --- anything. I just... wouldn't be able to live with myself. So I'm devoting all of my time to being here. I know this doesn't really concern you and, really you don't even know me at all, but c'mon --- isn't there something you can do to help me out here? I'm laid out bare in front of you right now".

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "And I've laid out all our options besides me driving you out into nowhere myself, without a clue. What happened to your sister is unfortunate, but there's nothing else I can—,"
      Carmella stops to examine her little semblance of empathy once again, momentarily rejuvenated by the relic of Elias. The man was broken, desperate and, hearkening back to an earlier thought, the dark aura he projected was still enticing; a harrowing puzzle waiting to be pieced together by a woman uninhibited and wild enough to tackle it. Besides, it's not as though she had much else occupying her time awaiting Corey's return. Roman could be her distraction; her toy. "Okay, listen carefully: I don't know you and frankly, I don't trust you. But I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. If you need a place to crash for a few days or until you get a lead on your sister... there's a couple of empty rooms here. You're not wasting any time, though. Not that I'd expect you to with these stakes."

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      5 hours ago, Mariah. said:

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "And I've laid out all our options besides me driving you out into nowhere myself, without a clue. What happened to your sister is unfortunate, but there's nothing else I can—,"
      Carmella stops to examine her little semblance of empathy once again, momentarily rejuvenated by the relic of Elias. The man was broken, desperate and, hearkening back to an earlier thought, the dark aura he projected was still enticing; a harrowing puzzle waiting to be pieced together by a woman uninhibited and wild enough to tackle it. Besides, it's not as though she had much else occupying her time awaiting Corey's return. Roman could be her distraction; her toy. "Okay, listen carefully: I don't know you and frankly, I don't trust you. But I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. If you need a place to crash for a few days or until you get a lead on your sister... there's a couple of empty rooms here. You're not wasting any time, though. Not that I'd expect you to with these stakes."

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Had Roman been a religious man, he would've thanked whatever higher power profusely in that moment, but having been guilty of some--alot--of the things he's done in his life, he decided that it was essentially be fruitless for him at this point, and eventually settled on the small victory lap in his head. There was a minute part of his mind that maybe, kind of, almost felt a small bit of remorse for having manipulated and taken advantage of Carmella's empathy and sense of pity toward his 'plight', especially considering how notoriously hard-nosed and apathetic she's quite well infamous for being, but ultimately he settled on the fact that he couldn't drum up much interest to care, and squashed that inconsequential feeling of doubt before it had time to form a head. He'd been instructed with a small task on behalf of perhaps the only person he considered close to kin right now; someone that gave him structure and direction after he'd slowly but surely begun losing his way; someone that opened his eyes to the obscene amount of corruption and chicanery in the outside world and volunteered to take him under his wing and lead him to 'proper guidance'. A man he owed his life to, and just about the only person in the world that he could trust. Carrying out an achievable task like this is perhaps the least Roman felt he could do to begin to repay a strong figure that he pretty much considered a mentor.


      He briefly wondered if hugging Carmella in a believable show of gratitude would be an appropriate move, but ultimately decided against it and settled for a slight bow of the head and expressed that he'd try to pay Carmella back in the best way he could when the 'situation' blew over. Not that he felt that the woman would react adversely to the hug, but Roman himself felt like a gesture like that would certainly be laying it on a bit too thick.


      "Well, I definitely appreciate the change of heart. A gesture like this would certainly be a help to me in a predicament like this. I promise you won't even notice me, though. I can assure I'm just here to soak up some information and, well... keep an eye to the streets, if need be." He gives a charming smirk at that point --- partially to Carmella, mostly to himself. "It's like you won't even realize I'm here".

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      2 hours ago, Maxim said:

      ROMAN REIGNS
      Had Roman been a religious man, he would've thanked whatever higher power profusely in that moment, but having been guilty of some--alot--of the things he's done in his life, he decided that it was essentially be fruitless for him at this point, and eventually settled on the small victory lap in his head. There was a minute part of his mind that maybe, kind of, almost felt a small bit of remorse for having manipulated and taken advantage of Carmella's empathy and sense of pity toward his 'plight', especially considering how notoriously hard-nosed and apathetic she's quite well infamous for being, but ultimately he settled on the fact that he couldn't drum up much interest to care, and squashed that inconsequential feeling of doubt before it had time to form a head. He'd been instructed with a small task on behalf of perhaps the only person he considered close to kin right now; someone that gave him structure and direction after he'd slowly but surely begun losing his way; someone that opened his eyes to the obscene amount of corruption and chicanery in the outside world and volunteered to take him under his wing and lead him to 'proper guidance'. A man he owed his life to, and just about the only person in the world that he could trust. Carrying out an achievable task like this is perhaps the least Roman felt he could do to begin to repay a strong figure that he pretty much considered a mentor.


      He briefly wondered if hugging Carmella in a believable show of gratitude would be an appropriate move, but ultimately decided against it and settled for a slight bow of the head and expressed that he'd try to pay Carmella back in the best way he could when the 'situation' blew over. Not that he felt that the woman would react adversely to the hug, but Roman himself felt like a gesture like that would certainly be laying it on a bit too thick.


      "Well, I definitely appreciate the change of heart. A gesture like this would certainly be a help to me in a predicament like this. I promise you won't even notice me, though. I can assure I'm just here to soak up some information and, well... keep an eye to the streets, if need be." He gives a charming smirk at that point --- partially to Carmella, mostly to himself. "It's like you won't even realize I'm here".

      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Impossible. Like I said before,"
       a saucy Carmella purrs as she slithers near Roman, her body so close that she could feel his heart pounding vigorously against the inside of his muscular chest. "A guy like you is very hard to miss." She looks him up and down, and readjusts her silk robe once again, careless in regards to any peek she may provide—the view was already fruitful, as the drafty mansion left her bosoms vulnerable. Then, she runs her tongue across her bottom lip, getting the last taste of her beverage. "But I'll make do, trust me."

      She begins to prance backward up the staircase, keeping her eyes locked on the sexy enigma. "Now. I'm gonna return to my bath, but I'll put out some towels and what not in one of the rooms, and leave the door to it open so you know which you'll be staying in. Feel free to entertain yourself, as long as you put things back where you found them. With all of that said... in case we don't cross paths again tonight: sweet dreams, Roman."

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      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      "Impossible. Like I said before,"
       a saucy Carmella purrs as she slithers near Roman, her body so close that she could feel his heart pounding vigorously against the inside of his muscular chest. "A guy like you is very hard to miss." She looks him up and down, and readjusts her silk robe once again, careless in regards to any peek she may provide—the view was already fruitful, as the drafty mansion left her bosoms vulnerable. Then, she runs her tongue across her bottom lip, getting the last taste of her beverage. "But I'll make do, trust me."

      She begins to prance backward up the staircase, keeping her eyes locked on the sexy enigma. "Now. I'm gonna return to my bath, but I'll put out some towels and what not in one of the rooms, and leave the door to it open so you know which you'll be staying in. Feel free to entertain yourself, as long as you put things back where you found them. With all of that said... in case we don't cross paths again tonight: sweet dreams, Roman."


      ROMAN REIGNS
      Just as Roman had felt every stiff joint in his body begin to loosen at the revelation of Carmella accepting him into the home, he immediately felt a rush of hot blood coursing through his veins when said woman had practically begun to slither all around his body like the serpent he was almost positive had probably once inhabited her. It was only after their entire exchange, that he'd found time to find a bit of humor in the taste of cruel irony at the idea of him having ended up on the opposite end of the seduction tactics, despite it being his own approach at the beginning. Of course Roman isn't that daft to not have discerned that he indeed had felt a notable attraction to the seductive woman during their exchange, but whether that had come down to any supernatural intervention on Carmella's part, or just pure carnal instinct, Roman wasn't completely sure. Watching the bronzed sexpot gliding up the staircase to the second level of the home, legs as long as a fully matured sequoia, Roman became fully aware that his time spent there wouldn't come without its stumbling blocks and distractions, but he chided himself in knowing that he could ill-afford to compromise an operation like this in such a mundane and bone-headed way.

      Only the sound of muffled commotion on the ground near him manages to break him from his reverie, and he finds that he does snicker out loud and snort when he further inspects the offending noise.

      As he walks back to the settee to catch himself a bit and re-evaluate the events of the past two hours, he has a direct line of sight towards Carmella's now-discarded satin robe at the foot of the spiral stairwell.

       

      FIN.

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      ELIAS SAMSON

      A humble lodge sits upon the precipice of a mountain, inside a burning fireplace casts an illuminating glow on talon stained walls. Rugged and shabby, Elias steps out of the lodge’s shadows, his once smooth and muscular physique now adorned in fleshy scars. With an ominous expression he carefully eyes a pin board cloaked by months upon months of newspaper clippings, each article correlating back to the reoccurring topic of unexplained crimes.

      Clearing his throat, he reaches for a Dictaphone on the mantelpiece. "Week seventy-one, day five hundred and something, the moon is sitting peacefully in its third quarter." Elias hums, his tone empty and monotonous, almost as he was reciting his words from a poorly written script. "After a dreadful weekend chasing an empty lead in shithole New Mexico, I'm still no closer to finding out who did 'this' to me. Although, I did manage to reign in a little a bloodsucker who has been terrorising Santa Fe for the last five months, but something tells me I wont be receiving a key to the city anytime soon." He chuckles, allowing a glimpse of his old self to show in his laugh for a brief second. "It's been a while since I last checked in on Carmella and Punk, she's way too powerful for me to creep around undetected now. Besides, it's not like they need me watching their every move, not when they've probably forgot all about me."

      With a bated breath, Elias pauses for a moment as he mulls over the past few months and the solitude and havoc they have brought. Loneliness was not an unfamiliar feeling for him, in fact it was something he embraced and treasured over the years and he knew who to blame for his sudden change of heart— Carmella. His eyes dart back to the board, focused solely on a specific article as they trail the bold headline – MURDER RATE CONTINUES TO RISE IN THE SMALL TOWN OF FULL SAIL. 

      "I keep trying to convince myself that they're better off without me, that I'm just another fucked up problem to add to the equation," he begins, his eyes becoming glazed and desolate. "But I know that she needs me and that I need her just as nuch, now more than ever." With a pause he launches the recorder at a nearby sofa, his muscles tensing as his frustration would grow. Elias takes one more look at the article, contemplating the repercussions that would arise if he was to return to a world that thought he was dead. He covers his tapestry of scars with a tatty hoodie as he storms towards the door with intent, swinging it open and taking one last look of his more than humble abode. 

      "I'm comin' home kids."

      Fin. 

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      CARMELLA VAN DALE
      Sunken into the black cushions of her large bed, Carmella lays restless in the wake of an alluring energy. A presence had entered or re-entered her circle, mildly interfering with the control she had over her powers. Curious and wary of a potential threat, she slinks from her bed—her body bare—and wraps herself in her silk robe. She then strolls along the dark hallway of the upper floor, balancing on the toes of her dainty feet, and stops at the door of guest Roman. Quietly pushing it open, her eyes become sharp and wide whilst she stares upon the sleeping beauty, sprawled across his mattress, himself completely nude and posed like an immaculate Renaissance painting, every muscle detailed and canyon deep. Short, calm breaths breeze through her open, pouty lips as she closes in toward the male, an insatiable feeling burning through her core through the energy he projected. She stands over him with her brows furrowed and reaches into the drawer of the night table, pulling out an antique dagger and resting the sharp point against her tongue. Inching her hand forward, she lays her palm atop his forehead.

      "Somnum," Carmella whispers in Latin, enchanting Roman to ensure he remains in his state of slumber. There had to be something more to this strange man and if he himself wouldn't divulge, she was forced to act herself in defense. With her security, she returns to the drawer and retrieves a box of matches, thereafter using it to light candles around the bed frame. Once complete, she seats herself beside Roman, curiously admiring his body and thick, long shaft once again, before running her hand across his muscular chest, above his intricate body art. Subsequently moving her hand against where his heart pattered, she massages his pectoral tender and takes the dagger, carving a hexagram shape into his flesh. Using the same blade, she cuts into her palm, sending a river of blood flowing down her wrist before placing it back onto Roman's sculpted build. His heart beats between each syllable of her full incantation, then her eyes cloud to black and her mouth sits agape, her subconscious merging with his.

      With control of Roman's thoughts and memories, Carmella begins to burrow herself deeper and deeper into his mind, looking to unearth the story beneath his hardened cover. There, through a storm of black haze, flashes various macabre images like lightning bolts. As things become more vivid; more clear, a young girl emerges. Crying out to her brother Roman for help, the scantily clad girl sprints through the greenery of a dark forest, her neck and shoulder torn into, revealing her tissue and plenty of gore. She trips over an exposed tree root and falls to her knees, twisting her ankle and cutting her legs. Wrought with fear, she begins to vomit, heaving up spurts of blood. The girl then rolls over and attempts to drag herself away from the oncoming monster, when another one emerges and pulls her up by her hair, continuing to feed on her until it tears her head from her shoulders. Panicked, the final image Carmella sees is that of the dismembered girl falling to the dirt and mud, before the witch shocks herself out of her trance. Sparkling with sweat under the moonlight shining through the window, she tries to catch her heavy breath and carefully removes her hand from Roman's chest while the burning flames surrounding them suddenly extinguish in sync.

      "What the fuck," she murmurs to herself, trying to decipher what she had just witnessed. Roman said he was looking for his younger sister, but Carmella saw her, in her final moments. Was it his fear? A nightmare? Neither conclusion felt correct as the dark spirits continue to blanket her body. She was sure what she felt was reality; something that had already occurred. Perhaps it was a looking glass—a form of enlightenment from her ancestors. It was true: the sister Roman was searching for was already dead. It appeared he was too late.

      The young witch curls her fingers away and feels a modicum of sympathy expressed through a single tear, allowing the dark spirits to feed on the creeping emotion like vultures until all that was left was anger. Anger that a naive young woman's life was taken, without her choice and beyond her control. Anger that this well-intentioned man was about to suffer from a great loss, knowing what it could do to a person—knowing what it did to her. It was moments later that she decided she couldn't tell him... at least not yet. Part of her reasoning was selfish: it hasn't even been hours, but having a presence in her suddenly lonely life felt good, especially an attractive one. A presence in which she could exploit to fill her void. The other part? She felt as though if she could bring back Elias, perhaps she could bring back this young girl and gift her with what she herself desired: freedom and happiness. However, until Corey returned with the resources to give Carmella her ultimate power, she had to drown away this secret and wait... or otherwise keep herself and Roman occupied.

      Sitting in the mute room and shadowy darkness, Carmella's mind turns to the monsters in the vision, and with focus, she's hit with an important revelation. Those weren't just monsters: they were vampires. Suddenly overcome with disgust, her anger turns into unadulterated, raw rage. Corey and her ancestor witches warned her about those abominations, and what better way to occupy herself than to torture and eradicate them once and for all. She hovers her blood stained hand over Roman's forehead to remove the charm and watches the wound she cut into him swiftly heal beyond nature. Finally, as Roman lays serenely once again, she quietly exits to prepare herself for a very necessary encounter.

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      Becky Lynch
      Becky sighed as she pushed open the doors to the run down bar. To say it had been a hard day of work would be an understatement. She was fine with becoming a police officer, she really was. Catching bad guys and putting them behind bars was rewarding even if at times it would become equally exhausting. However over the past year the reward to exhaust ratio had been truly thrown out of wack. Now she was used to the burglary, the domestic disturbances heck she could even handle a murder or two once every year or so. What she was tired of seeing however was murder victims with 'mysterious' holes in their necks or people involved in 'suspicious' animal attacks out in the woods. It was just getting harder and harder to deal with this stuff and it was only becoming more and more frequent.

      Still dressed in her work clothes Becky would trudge over towards the counter of the bar, barely having the energy left to plop herself down on the stool closest to the wall. Completely giving up any charade she had been putting on for the last nine hours of having energy, she let her face fall on the counter top and halfheartedly raised a hand. A signal she and the bartender had devised after one too many forced interactions. 'Beer here' it meant. Not a particularly clever signal, which was something even Becky would admit but if she was even at the bar to begin with she truly had no fucks left to give. 

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      Becky Lynch
      Becky sighed as she pushed open the doors to the run down bar. To say it had been a hard day of work would be an understatement. She was fine with becoming a police officer, she really was. Catching bad guys and putting them behind bars was rewarding even if at times it would become equally exhausting. However over the past year the reward to exhaust ratio had been truly thrown out of wack. Now she was used to the burglary, the domestic disturbances heck she could even handle a murder or two once every year or so. What she was tired of seeing however was murder victims with 'mysterious' holes in their necks or people involved in 'suspicious' animal attacks out in the woods. It was just getting harder and harder to deal with this stuff and it was only becoming more and more frequent.

      Still dressed in her work clothes Becky would trudge over towards the counter of the bar, barely having the energy left to plop herself down on the stool closest to the wall. Completely giving up any charade she had been putting on for the last nine hours of having energy, she let her face fall on the counter top and halfheartedly raised a hand. A signal she and the bartender had devised after one too many forced interactions. 'Beer here' it meant. Not a particularly clever signal, which was something even Becky would admit but if she was even at the bar to begin with she truly had no fucks left to give. 

      tbc: @Michael Psyches

      Sonya Deville
      "This is the last time I cover someone else's shift," Sonya grumbled to herself as she tried in vain to clean a patron's vomit off her shoes, "I could be taking body shots off some drunk sorority chicks. I could be taking a nice, long bath to help me relax after how shitty this week has been. I could be watching Netflix and eating my weight in ice cream. Literally anything would be better than--" "Hey baaaaaaaaartenderrrrr!" Sonya glared up over the edge of the bar and came face-to-face with one of her more obnoxious customers. "Heeeeeey lady, me and my friends need nother round." Sonya sighed and pulled herself to her feet. "Sure, coming right up." 

      She quickly made up drinks for the group, dropped them off at their table, and made a quick getaway before one of them could start flirting with her. Men sucked in general, but drunk men? The. Worst. As she made her way back behind the counter, she noticed a redhead sitting at the far end of the bar with her head down and hand up. "Must've come in while I was dealing with those assholes," she thought to herself. Sonya forced a smile, hoping it didn't look too fake, and walked over to the new customer. "Hey, something wrong with your hand?"

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      SETH ROLLINS
      As late night crept over Full Sail, so meant the monsters would come out from under their beds. As such, Seth Rollins made sure he'd keep watch of the streets even off duty, aiming to protect his people and the town he's grown to love; a town that's become part of his being and livelihood. His vigilantism, however, wasn't black and white. Layered beneath him was the urge to brutally punish those who threatened the safety and serenity of the coastal residence—a twisted habit he managed to suppress with the help of his stalwart Ruby. But Dean's impromptu return and their passionate, carnal affair awoke his dark side once more, re-opening the flood gates blocking all of his vices. 

      Seated comfortably in his undercover police cruiser, Seth drives down a typically bustling main street, the businesses quieting in lieu of the nightlife's earlier last calls due to the rise in threat. His radio blasts Washington state's own grunge rock, when from his side view mirror he notices he had passed by a young woman being sexually harassed by two drunk young men. Setting his car in reverse, he rolls back and turns down the volume dial.

      "Hey. Is there a problem here?" he queries, his voice deepened and gravelly as he glares upon the assailants with his dark, shadowy eyes.

      "Please help," the woman desperately cries out, her face glazed with sweat and tears while she struggles to fight away.

      "We told you to shut the fuck up!" says one of the intoxicated criminals to the woman as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, pressing it against her neck and opening her slightly.

      "Are you fucking serious? Right in front of my salad?" Seth quips before he darts out of the cruiser like a bullet and tackles one male to the pavement, the attacker's bones audibly crunching. With cat like reflexes, he then flashes around to push the other head first into the brick wall, releasing a pool of blood from his cracked skull. Inhaling the rousing scent of his favorite meal, Seth's eyes turn red and a devilish grin sweeps onto his scowling face. There, as the woman stares on in shock and horror, he turns to her and looks her in the eye, triggering his compulsion. "Don't be scared; don't cry. You're way too pretty for that. You're not gonna run. I'm gonna let you enjoy this as much as I am, then you're gonna forget any of this ever happened. All you'll remember is you got home safely after a fun night out, in spite of turning a few heads."

      Seth turns his attention back to the barely conscious men trembling in fear, then picks one off the floor and begins to savagely feast on the man's vital fluids, the liquid running out of his mouth and down his chin as it seeps into his digestive system.

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      4 minutes ago, Michael Psyches said:

      Sonya Deville
      "This is the last time I cover someone else's shift," Sonya grumbled to herself as she tried in vain to clean a patron's vomit off her shoes, "I could be taking body shots off some drunk sorority chicks. I could be taking a nice, long bath to help me relax after how shitty this week has been. I could be watching Netflix and eating my weight in ice cream. Literally anything would be better than--" "Hey baaaaaaaaartenderrrrr!" Sonya glared up over the edge of the bar and came face-to-face with one of her more obnoxious customers. "Heeeeeey lady, me and my friends need nother round." Sonya sighed and pulled herself to her feet. "Sure, coming right up." 

      She quickly made up drinks for the group, dropped them off at their table, and made a quick getaway before one of them could start flirting with her. Men sucked in general, but drunk men? The. Worst. As she made her way back behind the counter, she noticed a redhead sitting at the far end of the bar with her head down and hand up. "Must've come in while I was dealing with those assholes," she thought to herself. Sonya forced a smile, hoping it didn't look too fake, and walked over to the new customer. "Hey, something wrong with your hand?"

      Becky Lynch
      Becky would sigh into the bar before slowly raising her head up to meet the owner of the voice unknown to her. Her eyes widening once she saw the female figure in front of her. 'uh, uh sorry' Becky stammers shaking her head. "The other bartender and I kind of have a thing going on where I just come in and ... well yeah it's not important." She says, deciding against going any deeper into her mess with some random stranger just doing their job. "Can I please just get a beer? Whatever you have on tap is fine." She states flatly, but offers a small, tired smile to the woman in front of her in an attempt to not seem too utterly hopeless. 

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      Becky Lynch
      Becky would sigh into the bar before slowly raising her head up to meet the owner of the voice unknown to her. Her eyes widening once she saw the female figure in front of her. 'uh, uh sorry' Becky stammers shaking her head. "The other bartender and I kind of have a thing going on where I just come in and ... well yeah it's not important." She says, deciding against going any deeper into her mess with some random stranger just doing their job. "Can I please just get a beer? Whatever you have on tap is fine." She states flatly, but offers a small, tired smile to the woman in front of her in an attempt to not seem too utterly hopeless. 

      Sonya Deville
      "A beer girl, huh?" Sonya asks as she fills the woman's order, "Not the most exciting choice, but it's a go-to for a reason, right?" Silence. "Okay Sonya, work on the small talk," she thought to herself, setting the woman's drink down in front of her. "So you kind of look like shit," she blurts out, immediately regretting her choice of words. "Okay, I totally didn't mean that like it came out. You just look like you've had a rough day, you know? Maybe a rough week. Or month. Let me stop, this probably isn't helping." She stood silently for a moment, then added, "If it makes you feel any better, I had a customer barf on my shoes like ten minutes ago, so neither of us is doing great right now. Misery loves company, right?"

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