YEAR: 2041
YEAR: 2041-2042
YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by MARISOL NAVARRO on Mar 28, 2020 8:55:11 GMT -5
open up this moment
and bury me inside, i can see us changing
like a season over time.
and bury me inside, i can see us changing
like a season over time.
WORDS: 279 || TAGS: DAKOTA HERNANDEZ
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]She was really starting to get a headache. She had forgotten how dull their senses were. Still, they had to be annoyed with the man's shrieking. Infants didn't put up this much of a fuss. She closed her eyes, hoping to block out the cries of pain from the man, but doing that only served to enhance the decibels of his wailing. Her fists clinched tightly as she dug her nails into her flesh. "Is this really necessary?" she asked holding up her arms, which were bound together by a binding spell.
Her question fell on deaf ears, more than likely by choice. After all these years, people were still uneasy around vampires. Here she was, the proprietor of this establishment, and she was the one being treated like a criminal. It had been this gentleman that had gotten unruly and nearly started a fight. Her bouncer had stepped in only to find jinxed by a flesh-burning hex. It was only then, that Marisol had stepped in to intervene. Some would say a tad too zealously, because the man was now nursing a broken arm, nearly shattered completely. And the reward she received for protecting her club and all the patrons with in was a binding spell and the silent treatment. @vina would certainly be hearing about this.
"Excuse me," she said to a young witch whom had just finished interviewing one of the club's patrons. "I would like to speak with whomever is in charge." Again, she found herself ignored. "Excuse me!" Mari said after her a bit more insistent. She exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes, unsure of how long this was going to go on.
Her question fell on deaf ears, more than likely by choice. After all these years, people were still uneasy around vampires. Here she was, the proprietor of this establishment, and she was the one being treated like a criminal. It had been this gentleman that had gotten unruly and nearly started a fight. Her bouncer had stepped in only to find jinxed by a flesh-burning hex. It was only then, that Marisol had stepped in to intervene. Some would say a tad too zealously, because the man was now nursing a broken arm, nearly shattered completely. And the reward she received for protecting her club and all the patrons with in was a binding spell and the silent treatment. @vina would certainly be hearing about this.
"Excuse me," she said to a young witch whom had just finished interviewing one of the club's patrons. "I would like to speak with whomever is in charge." Again, she found herself ignored. "Excuse me!" Mari said after her a bit more insistent. She exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes, unsure of how long this was going to go on.
NOTES: MARI'S OUTFIT; SO SORRY.
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