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Cailyns Odd Encounter Sr Deacon
In the deep quiet before dawn, Cailyn faces a moment of decision. Disturbed by her buzzing phone while in an intimate moment with her sleeping lover, she discovers a message from Deacon, the enigmatic Cajun soldier. He offers her a job: to deal with a man consumed by paranoia sitting in Rosie's Diner, a man who threatens to unravel the secrets of their supernatural world. Deacon's message is terse but clear—the man must be made to "vanish." Intrigued and always up for a challenge, Cailyn sends a flirtatious reply of her readiness, leaves her lover in the warmth of the bed, and prepares herself for the task, equipping a handgun and a mask among other necessities.
With the target's location tracked on a mysteriously designed app and dawn looming, Cailyn heads out. Parking her BMW outside Rosie's Diner, she hones her strategy: seduction. She sheds her jacket to reveal her form, trusting her allure to pave the way forward. Inside the diner, neon lights clash against the darkness outside, a relic of Americana thrust into Cailyn's modern, supernatural quandary. Her target sits there, the aura of his panic nearly tangible. As she steps in, Cailyn knows the stakes—she must trust in Deacon's cryptic directive and her own capabilities to make the man vanish, utilizing tools learned from her time with the Temple in New Orleans. With a practiced smile, she approaches, ready to weave her spell over the man whom fate had chosen to disappear in the twilight hours of Haven.
(Cailyn's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Sun Dec 24 2023]
In the Master Bedroom of an eerie colonial building
The lavish master bedroom offers a large, queen sized bed on a frame of thick wood. Each side of the bed features an antique night stand, making it quite comfortable and classy all-in-all. A corner couch with a coffee table - paired with a modern coffee machine offering a touch display and a wide selection of teas - make for a comfortable place to sit, right in-front of the windows that show the vistas of the north side of Haven and the harbor. Across the windows an antique desk offers a laptop computer, completed with a massive, plush leather desk chair.
A strange collection of ropes hangs from various points of the ceiling.
It is before dawn, about 9F(-12C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
While Cailyn lounges out on the bed, the activites of two others in proximity occupying her idle attention there comes a soft buzzing from the woman's phone wherever it may be located. If it doesn't grab her attention at first, it may buzz again like a soft yet persistant insect at the edges of her consciousness and perception.
Cailyn blinks as she rolls over from atop of her sleeping lover, face red. She lets out a groan as her phone buzzes and she moves to fish it out of her jeans. "Probably the Order bothering me..."
As Cailyn moves to check her phone, to her potential surprise it is not the Order looking to bother her now but someone much more personal and individual. The messages that comes in is from Deacon of all people, that tall Cajun soldier that's been making his rounds about town and one not unknown to the woman either. The message asks her about her availability, a small attachment added onto the text as well. If or when she opens it? It's a picture of a man - huddled over a cup of coffee and looking paranoid to boot. The picture has clearly been taken within the confines of Rosie's Diner, all the colors and splashes of neon in the picture telling enough even at a glance. Caption : Got a job for you, cher. Pays. Will leave me open for my next .. patient. Interested?
Cailyn lets out a breath, eyes closing. "Definitely some weird timing..." She trails off before glancing sidelong at her sleeping girlfriend. "But... I guess I've got the time."
It's then that she decides to lift her long legs up and over the side of the bed, and only then does she open the attached image. Green eyes gaze at the man, taking in the sights around him... Drinking in his paranoia. She wets her lips, sultry in its manner, gaze sharpening. "Siri? Send a text to my contact Deacon... I'm interested and available. Period. Uh... Wink emoji?"
With her text message sent off, Cailyn will be free to get herself together and to make her own arrangements. Having accepted, it will only take a couple of short minutes before she's receiving another text message that buzzes the phone off once more into its cadence. This message will contain only a link that when clicked will bring the woman into a strange-looking app. The border and UI is all black and deep purples. Strange symbolism and other things that she might find strange, but for the moment it's showing her a big screen with a tracked GPS location. At the moment that Red dot will remain affixed over the location on Hart Avenue. Could be the lodge, could be Rosie's but the picture makes it easy to determine which. Barring that, there's no further immediate communication from her acquaintance on this front as her phone now goes radio silent.
Cailyn sucks on her teeth as she goes through the motions of getting into the app. She seems to wait for more instructions, but upon realizing they just aren't coming, the woman stands. She lifts her hands high above her head, languid in her motions. Her lips part to let out a relaxed breath as she stretches, knees and shoulders popping eith a satisfied sound and a few more squeaks of relaxation from Cailyn.
After, she works on settling her outfit- Adjusting her jacket, tapping her shoes on the floor, and pushing up her glasses. She collects a handgun and even a small plastic mask from around the room before making her way out the door.
And as she's making her way out the door, one more text message will come through for Cailyn Make him vanish. However you feel like making that happen. Finding her way out into the late night hours finds the town in that 'tween space between real and a dream, after the moon has started to fall but before the sun will rise to its rightful place in the sky. Making her way down to the south end of town shouldn't prove much of an issue for her either. Pulling up (or walking up) to Rosie's and Cailyn will be able to make small checks on her phone from time to time - he's still in there as far as the App is concerned. She doesn't recognize the man from the picture as far as she can tell, and things remain eerily quiet. A small curl of mists works its way through the town at ankle-level bringing a soft chill to one's feet and obscuring them from immediate view.
Cailyn indeed does pull up in her BMW. She waits for a moment, tongue running over a canine as she takes in a breath. Make the man vanish? She's done that before. Working with the Temple in New Orleans gave her tools and methods in breaking supernaturals- And naturals both. "Ryan owns the place," she murmurs to herself. She's thinking, using her intellect to form a plan. Then, she removes her jacket, settling it in the passenger seat to reveal more of her slender form.
Seduction.
She steps out of her car and makes her way into the diner with an easy and gentle smile.
Entering the diner itself, it's exactly as it always is. A glaring, blaring explosion of color and neon that basically assaults the eyes without mercy as it brings to the fore-front the Fifties roller-skate diner feel to this place. Chocolate malts, and Five Dollar shakes - it's enough to bring one right back into the past, or into the script of Pulp Fiction. There he is, all but waiting for Cailyn to make her move. The man is huddled in one of the booths with an easy eye on the door. He clutches a cup of hot coffee in his hands and there's a sense to that that makes it seem like it's the only thing helping him to cling on for dear life. One of those moments. A quick assessment will determine that this man is in fact a complete stranger, so there's not a lot of information about the man or why he deserves to be disappeared. Cailyn will have to trust in her agreement with the man who sent her here, and her quick study will also denote that faint sense of red that seems to surround the man like an aura whenever she's not looking directly at the man.
With the target's location tracked on a mysteriously designed app and dawn looming, Cailyn heads out. Parking her BMW outside Rosie's Diner, she hones her strategy: seduction. She sheds her jacket to reveal her form, trusting her allure to pave the way forward. Inside the diner, neon lights clash against the darkness outside, a relic of Americana thrust into Cailyn's modern, supernatural quandary. Her target sits there, the aura of his panic nearly tangible. As she steps in, Cailyn knows the stakes—she must trust in Deacon's cryptic directive and her own capabilities to make the man vanish, utilizing tools learned from her time with the Temple in New Orleans. With a practiced smile, she approaches, ready to weave her spell over the man whom fate had chosen to disappear in the twilight hours of Haven.
(Cailyn's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Sun Dec 24 2023]
In the Master Bedroom of an eerie colonial building
The lavish master bedroom offers a large, queen sized bed on a frame of thick wood. Each side of the bed features an antique night stand, making it quite comfortable and classy all-in-all. A corner couch with a coffee table - paired with a modern coffee machine offering a touch display and a wide selection of teas - make for a comfortable place to sit, right in-front of the windows that show the vistas of the north side of Haven and the harbor. Across the windows an antique desk offers a laptop computer, completed with a massive, plush leather desk chair.
A strange collection of ropes hangs from various points of the ceiling.
It is before dawn, about 9F(-12C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
While Cailyn lounges out on the bed, the activites of two others in proximity occupying her idle attention there comes a soft buzzing from the woman's phone wherever it may be located. If it doesn't grab her attention at first, it may buzz again like a soft yet persistant insect at the edges of her consciousness and perception.
Cailyn blinks as she rolls over from atop of her sleeping lover, face red. She lets out a groan as her phone buzzes and she moves to fish it out of her jeans. "Probably the Order bothering me..."
As Cailyn moves to check her phone, to her potential surprise it is not the Order looking to bother her now but someone much more personal and individual. The messages that comes in is from Deacon of all people, that tall Cajun soldier that's been making his rounds about town and one not unknown to the woman either. The message asks her about her availability, a small attachment added onto the text as well. If or when she opens it? It's a picture of a man - huddled over a cup of coffee and looking paranoid to boot. The picture has clearly been taken within the confines of Rosie's Diner, all the colors and splashes of neon in the picture telling enough even at a glance. Caption : Got a job for you, cher. Pays. Will leave me open for my next .. patient. Interested?
Cailyn lets out a breath, eyes closing. "Definitely some weird timing..." She trails off before glancing sidelong at her sleeping girlfriend. "But... I guess I've got the time."
It's then that she decides to lift her long legs up and over the side of the bed, and only then does she open the attached image. Green eyes gaze at the man, taking in the sights around him... Drinking in his paranoia. She wets her lips, sultry in its manner, gaze sharpening. "Siri? Send a text to my contact Deacon... I'm interested and available. Period. Uh... Wink emoji?"
With her text message sent off, Cailyn will be free to get herself together and to make her own arrangements. Having accepted, it will only take a couple of short minutes before she's receiving another text message that buzzes the phone off once more into its cadence. This message will contain only a link that when clicked will bring the woman into a strange-looking app. The border and UI is all black and deep purples. Strange symbolism and other things that she might find strange, but for the moment it's showing her a big screen with a tracked GPS location. At the moment that Red dot will remain affixed over the location on Hart Avenue. Could be the lodge, could be Rosie's but the picture makes it easy to determine which. Barring that, there's no further immediate communication from her acquaintance on this front as her phone now goes radio silent.
Cailyn sucks on her teeth as she goes through the motions of getting into the app. She seems to wait for more instructions, but upon realizing they just aren't coming, the woman stands. She lifts her hands high above her head, languid in her motions. Her lips part to let out a relaxed breath as she stretches, knees and shoulders popping eith a satisfied sound and a few more squeaks of relaxation from Cailyn.
After, she works on settling her outfit- Adjusting her jacket, tapping her shoes on the floor, and pushing up her glasses. She collects a handgun and even a small plastic mask from around the room before making her way out the door.
And as she's making her way out the door, one more text message will come through for Cailyn Make him vanish. However you feel like making that happen. Finding her way out into the late night hours finds the town in that 'tween space between real and a dream, after the moon has started to fall but before the sun will rise to its rightful place in the sky. Making her way down to the south end of town shouldn't prove much of an issue for her either. Pulling up (or walking up) to Rosie's and Cailyn will be able to make small checks on her phone from time to time - he's still in there as far as the App is concerned. She doesn't recognize the man from the picture as far as she can tell, and things remain eerily quiet. A small curl of mists works its way through the town at ankle-level bringing a soft chill to one's feet and obscuring them from immediate view.
Cailyn indeed does pull up in her BMW. She waits for a moment, tongue running over a canine as she takes in a breath. Make the man vanish? She's done that before. Working with the Temple in New Orleans gave her tools and methods in breaking supernaturals- And naturals both. "Ryan owns the place," she murmurs to herself. She's thinking, using her intellect to form a plan. Then, she removes her jacket, settling it in the passenger seat to reveal more of her slender form.
Seduction.
She steps out of her car and makes her way into the diner with an easy and gentle smile.
Entering the diner itself, it's exactly as it always is. A glaring, blaring explosion of color and neon that basically assaults the eyes without mercy as it brings to the fore-front the Fifties roller-skate diner feel to this place. Chocolate malts, and Five Dollar shakes - it's enough to bring one right back into the past, or into the script of Pulp Fiction. There he is, all but waiting for Cailyn to make her move. The man is huddled in one of the booths with an easy eye on the door. He clutches a cup of hot coffee in his hands and there's a sense to that that makes it seem like it's the only thing helping him to cling on for dear life. One of those moments. A quick assessment will determine that this man is in fact a complete stranger, so there's not a lot of information about the man or why he deserves to be disappeared. Cailyn will have to trust in her agreement with the man who sent her here, and her quick study will also denote that faint sense of red that seems to surround the man like an aura whenever she's not looking directly at the man.