Post by DIMITRIA LEVINE on Jul 8, 2016 22:00:46 GMT -6
oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact. I can bitch,
I can bitch 'cuz I'm better than you. It's the way I move, it's the things I do.
I entertain by picking brains, I sell my soul by dropping names. I don't like those!
My God, what is that?! Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.
I can bitch 'cuz I'm better than you. It's the way I move, it's the things I do.
I entertain by picking brains, I sell my soul by dropping names. I don't like those!
My God, what is that?! Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back.
Other than April and her daughter, no one knew yet that Tria was back. She'd only been up and about for a few days now, not even a week, just stretching her legs and taking in damage control. She'd been to Ravenous, slipping under the radar of Killian, Lochlan, August, and Holly, making sure to melt in with the crowd so she could simply see how it all was progressing in her absence. Holly's demeanor had seemed subdued, a very big change for her, and August practically radiated waves of anger, most of which Tria had been able to tell were aimed at Killian. Guilt and anger crossed both Lochlan and Killian, the twins, as usual, reflecting the feelings of each other. Yet, despite the clear discontent running between the group even after a month after Tria's funeral, they still were together, hovering near each other in the club. It brought a smirk to her kips as Tria could see that if she had remained dead, the group would have eventually healed and moved on with their lives, their should so deeply intertwined with each others's that they couldn't bear to stay away from one another. And even though Tria was a demon now, she could practically feel her destiny infuse itself once again with her group of people, even though they hadn't even spoke yet. The world was off fixing itself before the ball was even roaming.
Dimitria had made April swear that she wouldn't spill the beans of her whole revamp on the life dealio. Tria decided to spend a few days having fun being the dead girl with no name, no I.D., and complete freedom to roam the city and stir up little bouts of trouble. It's why that even when she dropped by Ravenous, she made sure no one knew she was there. And it worked, especially since she had a completely new smell attached to her completely new demon self so Killian and Lochlan wouldn't even have a race of her scent. She had always been clever, but slipping under the radar of that group was certainly no difficulty. Truth be told, they were all so self involved with their own drama and feelings that noticing something outside of their little bubble was damn near impossible.
On a different note, Tria was actually very impressed on how fast they'd rebuilt Ravenous, and how they'd managed to make it look even sexier than before. It was bigger, the feel was savvier, sexier, and the back door to the feeders was much more well hidden than it had been before. The incident that killed Dimirtia was just a little bit over a month ago, and the damage had been enormous. Tria had looked up images and news videos and articles of the attack, and the pure destruction of the club had surprised her. April had later told her that it wasn't the hunters that had torn it down, but rather August in his grief of losing one of his best friends. The actual attack had been deemed a terrorist attack, the media claiming that it had been a bomb set off by someone from some overseas group of extremists. They justified it by reporting that the twenty five year old daughter of an extremely influential senator had been among the victims, and she had clearly been the target. Tria was impressed with whoever came up with that story, because it really was perfect. It covered up the hunter attack and also made sure that Revenous would still have customers after it was repaired. Job well done.
So, after three days of being a demon, Tria felt she was good to come out to her friends. She made her way to the apartment that Lochlan and Killian shared, figuring that since it was only like two in the afternoon they'd both still be home. She was surprised that when she approached the apartment door, she could only hear one heartbeat, meaning it was for sure Lochlan since he holed himself up during the day. She had found her spare keys to all of her friends' houses, so she opened up his door without even knocking. Immediately, she was greeted the the enormous and overwhelmingly beautiful of the city, as Lochlan and Killian lived on the top floor pent house of their building. She had to stroll over to the giant panes of glass and gently press her hands against it, admiring the view for the moment. "Oh, honey, I'm home." she said, a grin on her face as she drank up the view. In the other room, she could hear Lochlan's even breaths, the lazy ass still passed out in his room.
After taking it in for a moment, she strolled to their open concept kitchen, snatching up a remote on the way and pressing the button so the shades would descend, making the living room safe to enter for Lochlan. Once in the kitchen, she began opening cupboards and rummaging through them, purposefully making a shit ton of noise. At first she had been doing it to rouse him, and then she set off looking for his booze, surprised to find the minibar filled with empty bottles and none stashed away in their luxurious kitchen storage. "Dude, where the fuck are the drinks around here?" She shouted, making sure to project loudly just in case Lochlan wasn't awake yet, knowing her voice would be enough to draw his curiosity enough to come out... you know, considering she was supposed to be dead and all. "I swear to fucking Christ, I leave for like ten minutes and ya'll are run dry. Can't you people function without me? Grown ass adults, hundreds of years old, own a fucking nightclub and can't even keep your damn shelves stocked." She opened the stove, and then rolled her eyes and pulled out the bottle of Sweet Revenge from inside, slamming it closed. Of course, all of her bitching was just play, simply trying to be blase as she walked right back into your own life.
Stealing a shot glass from the minibar and pouring herself a double, she smirked and said, "Shit, it's good to be back." Then she threw her head back to take the shot, and slammed her glass down on the table in front of her, a sly grin forming on her lips as the whiskey warmed her soulless chest.
||TAG: LOCHLAN SLATER ||WORDS: 1057 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES:aye, diva's reunion
Dimitria had made April swear that she wouldn't spill the beans of her whole revamp on the life dealio. Tria decided to spend a few days having fun being the dead girl with no name, no I.D., and complete freedom to roam the city and stir up little bouts of trouble. It's why that even when she dropped by Ravenous, she made sure no one knew she was there. And it worked, especially since she had a completely new smell attached to her completely new demon self so Killian and Lochlan wouldn't even have a race of her scent. She had always been clever, but slipping under the radar of that group was certainly no difficulty. Truth be told, they were all so self involved with their own drama and feelings that noticing something outside of their little bubble was damn near impossible.
On a different note, Tria was actually very impressed on how fast they'd rebuilt Ravenous, and how they'd managed to make it look even sexier than before. It was bigger, the feel was savvier, sexier, and the back door to the feeders was much more well hidden than it had been before. The incident that killed Dimirtia was just a little bit over a month ago, and the damage had been enormous. Tria had looked up images and news videos and articles of the attack, and the pure destruction of the club had surprised her. April had later told her that it wasn't the hunters that had torn it down, but rather August in his grief of losing one of his best friends. The actual attack had been deemed a terrorist attack, the media claiming that it had been a bomb set off by someone from some overseas group of extremists. They justified it by reporting that the twenty five year old daughter of an extremely influential senator had been among the victims, and she had clearly been the target. Tria was impressed with whoever came up with that story, because it really was perfect. It covered up the hunter attack and also made sure that Revenous would still have customers after it was repaired. Job well done.
So, after three days of being a demon, Tria felt she was good to come out to her friends. She made her way to the apartment that Lochlan and Killian shared, figuring that since it was only like two in the afternoon they'd both still be home. She was surprised that when she approached the apartment door, she could only hear one heartbeat, meaning it was for sure Lochlan since he holed himself up during the day. She had found her spare keys to all of her friends' houses, so she opened up his door without even knocking. Immediately, she was greeted the the enormous and overwhelmingly beautiful of the city, as Lochlan and Killian lived on the top floor pent house of their building. She had to stroll over to the giant panes of glass and gently press her hands against it, admiring the view for the moment. "Oh, honey, I'm home." she said, a grin on her face as she drank up the view. In the other room, she could hear Lochlan's even breaths, the lazy ass still passed out in his room.
After taking it in for a moment, she strolled to their open concept kitchen, snatching up a remote on the way and pressing the button so the shades would descend, making the living room safe to enter for Lochlan. Once in the kitchen, she began opening cupboards and rummaging through them, purposefully making a shit ton of noise. At first she had been doing it to rouse him, and then she set off looking for his booze, surprised to find the minibar filled with empty bottles and none stashed away in their luxurious kitchen storage. "Dude, where the fuck are the drinks around here?" She shouted, making sure to project loudly just in case Lochlan wasn't awake yet, knowing her voice would be enough to draw his curiosity enough to come out... you know, considering she was supposed to be dead and all. "I swear to fucking Christ, I leave for like ten minutes and ya'll are run dry. Can't you people function without me? Grown ass adults, hundreds of years old, own a fucking nightclub and can't even keep your damn shelves stocked." She opened the stove, and then rolled her eyes and pulled out the bottle of Sweet Revenge from inside, slamming it closed. Of course, all of her bitching was just play, simply trying to be blase as she walked right back into your own life.
Stealing a shot glass from the minibar and pouring herself a double, she smirked and said, "Shit, it's good to be back." Then she threw her head back to take the shot, and slammed her glass down on the table in front of her, a sly grin forming on her lips as the whiskey warmed her soulless chest.
||TAG: LOCHLAN SLATER ||WORDS: 1057 ||CLOTHES
||NOTES:aye, diva's reunion
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