Starring: Dorian Vandeviere! Wednesday Kendall! Kitra Voronov! (Mirror Version.) Kitra Voronov! (Zver.) and Keirra Owens!
Guest starring: Veronika 'Zimushka' Vodovos.
Dorian was in the midst of cleaning like the good house bitch he was, dressed in a pair of leather pants and wearing Ko's robe over it with no shirt beneath. No one was home but him, and he wasn't there to impress. He was currently sweeping up the mess he'd made with cooking, having accidentally spilled nearly an entire cup of flour on the floor. "Bloody powder..." He grumbled, swatting at the powder with the broom and letting out a huff when it did nothing but just spread it around more. "Oh, come on!" He whined, nearly stomping his foot with frustration lacing his features.
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Making her way up toward the front door in a black hoodie and basic jeans. Her hand held up to cup the tip of the cigarette held loosely in between her lips to block the wind as she struck the wheel of her lighter to spark a flame. Pausing for a brief moment to light the cigarette before raising the hood of her jacket over her head. Sliding her hands into the pocket of the pullover she began thumbing at the rolled up linen in the pocket, which Wednesday usually employed to muffle her 'tools' from clanking against each other. The ember of her cigarette brightening as she inhaled. As she made her way up to the front door, the now hooded girl glanced over her shoulder for a brief moment to make sure no one was around before raising a hand to knock on the door. Precisely six times. Why wouldn't really be explained, though for anyone who knew Wednesday, she had some fixation on the number six.
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He had gotten frustrated enough to just be smacking at the loose powder that just refused to get pushed into a pile, a growl coming from him as he was raising the broom over his head and crashing it down onto the floor. "You stupid blasted cooking material! If you weren't an inanimate object, I'd kill you!" No, no he wouldn't. Dude literally couldn't hurt a fly. Seriously, he'd just catch it and release it outside. The only satisfaction he got was the fact he got to eat it just a few moments before. He heard the ringing of the doorbell, the number of which it was rung didn't phase him as Wednesday would've been the ultimate last person he'd expect to be at his doorstep. He paused mid-swing, the broom raised over his head as he looked over his shoulder at the front door. He blinked, then looked back at the flour, a frown lacing his features as he pointed to it, tossing the broom aside. "I'll be back for you, you wretched white powder." A growl escaped him and he waltzed over to the doorway, humming Girl's Just Want To Have Fun. It had played on the radio earlier and he just couldn't for the life of him get it out of his head. Upon reaching the door, his fingers circled the metal knob and he gave it a quick twist, swinging it wide open. He stilled instantly, eyes shooting wide open as he got a whiff and sight of someone he never thought he'd see again, and someone who scared the living hell out of him. "W-Wednesday"..."
- Immediately at the sound of stuttering in Dorian's oh so familiar voice a faint smirk arose on Wednesday's face. Only for a split second however, as it immediately shifted to a feigned frown. If there was one thing the girl knew, it was Dorian's emotions could be played like a fiddle, at least for her anyway. With a pour on her face and a hip cocked she whined "Dorian do you have any idea how much time and resources I've wasted looking for you? I had to cancel a concert you butt. And all those parties without you, you left me to attend them alone. I've been worried sick!" For someone who actually didn't give a rats ass, Wednesday sure as hell could sell it. After all, faking a façade comes with the job anyway. "It's cold out here, I don't like this place's weather. Can I come in?"
- Dorian feared her wrath, but he had considered them to be friends. He also knew what friends meant in Cold Harbor. Zver had called them temporary allies, blatantly...But Dorian got attached. Sure, Wednesday was a scary bitch, but she'd come looking for him"! The poor little Nighteater fell for it like Bambi. At the pout and cocked hip, he looked down at his feet with a clear look of shame riled on his face. "I'm sorry, Wednesday...I just had to get out of there." He was trying to quickly make amends for the fact that he had ditched. "It was only a matter of time before another Nighteater got me." He bit his lip, chewing on it as he averted his eyes and the metro fucker looked like he was going to cry. He finally looked back at her with glistening eyes and held out his arms. "I'm sorry!" He whined, and when she said it was cold, he approached and threw his arms around her and nearly tugged her into the house, kicking closed the door. Once closed, it only took him a moment to realize what he'd done, you don't just grab someone from Cold Harbor. He immediately squeaked and released the small girl and held up his hands like someone had a gun on him, giving her the most pitifully apologetic look. "Sorry, love..."
- Though she held her pokerface flawlessly, on the inside Wednesday were practically grinning from ear to ear. It was so easy. And not just Dorian, everyone. So quick to trust. Though she hadn't been out of Cold Harbor long, there was no way she was going back after finding this place. And she was beginning to see full well why Dorian and Zver came in the first place. Dorian's practical pleading went in one ear and out the other, although when he grabbed her, she immediately tensed up. Much like a viper ready to strike. Easing after realizing it was just Dorian. To her, that guy was the biggest coward alive. Almost pitifully so. Though easing up didn't come as simple as it sounds for someone like her. Exhaling a sigh as Dorian apologized she shook her head. " It's okay, you don't have to act like I'm gonna whip out a chainsaw out of the blue or something. We are friends, aren't we?" Tilting her head as she questioned, a faint split second of exposure from behind her mask. A cold look in her eyes that could easily give some of the boldest of people the chills. Granted, it didn't last long at all before she began rubbing her hands together in front of her in a feigned motion of warming them with friction. "So uh, what have you been doing exactly' This is..." Taking a quick look around as she spoke. "A big freaking house."
- "Of course we're friends!" He looked appalled that she was even asking him. Poor little bastard fell for it every time, thinking him and Wednesday was just sweet as peach. There was a small tick of a smile that spread on his face, just that slight ease of tension in the fear-ridden Nighteater. "Well, besides just trying to get by on Midgard...Got into some investing, made enough money, kept investing, turns out I can be quite the business man when I want to be." There was a slight look of pride in his smile, lifting one single finger as if pointing something valuable out. He gave a look around, a bit of a shrug. "It's a work in progress. I had a roommate, but she's uh....She's.." His eyes ticked to Wednesday and he cleared his throat, awkwardly at best. "She's moved on, I guess. Moved in with someone she's dating-ish." He neglected to tell her it was Zver, within good reason. Let's not tell the ex-girlfriend that my past roommate is married to Zver, hm' Good plan' Great plan. Probably not a good plan, Dorian. He thought he was much more sly than he actually was. He made his way toward the kitchen, having noted the way she was rubbing her hands together. "Would you like me to make you some coffee" Tea" Something to warm up your hands, love?"
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While Wednesday was playing her song and dance with Dorian, Kitra had snuck around the house. Keeping herself low as she crept around, having mapped out the house by now. A glance through the living room window helped her note that Dorian and Wednesday was still in the kitchen. Perfect. Creeping low but quickly, she made her way to the office window, having figured out the best window to ease into that made the least amount of noise. Wasn't hard when Dorian wasn't home. He didn't pay enough attention to much of anything, putting too much faith in people not to try to break in. What an idiot....Kitra shook her head, black hair brushing across her forehead as her fingers eased the office window open, having been there earlier to slip something in between the frame and the window itself. It opened flawlessly, without so much as a creak or whine from the hinges.
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Making her way up toward the front door in a black hoodie and basic jeans. Her hand held up to cup the tip of the cigarette held loosely in between her lips to block the wind as she struck the wheel of her lighter to spark a flame. Pausing for a brief moment to light the cigarette before raising the hood of her jacket over her head. Sliding her hands into the pocket of the pullover she began thumbing at the rolled up linen in the pocket, which Wednesday usually employed to muffle her 'tools' from clanking against each other. The ember of her cigarette brightening as she inhaled. As she made her way up to the front door, the now hooded girl glanced over her shoulder for a brief moment to make sure no one was around before raising a hand to knock on the door. Precisely six times. Why wouldn't really be explained, though for anyone who knew Wednesday, she had some fixation on the number six.
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He had gotten frustrated enough to just be smacking at the loose powder that just refused to get pushed into a pile, a growl coming from him as he was raising the broom over his head and crashing it down onto the floor. "You stupid blasted cooking material! If you weren't an inanimate object, I'd kill you!" No, no he wouldn't. Dude literally couldn't hurt a fly. Seriously, he'd just catch it and release it outside. The only satisfaction he got was the fact he got to eat it just a few moments before. He heard the ringing of the doorbell, the number of which it was rung didn't phase him as Wednesday would've been the ultimate last person he'd expect to be at his doorstep. He paused mid-swing, the broom raised over his head as he looked over his shoulder at the front door. He blinked, then looked back at the flour, a frown lacing his features as he pointed to it, tossing the broom aside. "I'll be back for you, you wretched white powder." A growl escaped him and he waltzed over to the doorway, humming Girl's Just Want To Have Fun. It had played on the radio earlier and he just couldn't for the life of him get it out of his head. Upon reaching the door, his fingers circled the metal knob and he gave it a quick twist, swinging it wide open. He stilled instantly, eyes shooting wide open as he got a whiff and sight of someone he never thought he'd see again, and someone who scared the living hell out of him. "W-Wednesday"..."
- Immediately at the sound of stuttering in Dorian's oh so familiar voice a faint smirk arose on Wednesday's face. Only for a split second however, as it immediately shifted to a feigned frown. If there was one thing the girl knew, it was Dorian's emotions could be played like a fiddle, at least for her anyway. With a pour on her face and a hip cocked she whined "Dorian do you have any idea how much time and resources I've wasted looking for you? I had to cancel a concert you butt. And all those parties without you, you left me to attend them alone. I've been worried sick!" For someone who actually didn't give a rats ass, Wednesday sure as hell could sell it. After all, faking a façade comes with the job anyway. "It's cold out here, I don't like this place's weather. Can I come in?"
- Dorian feared her wrath, but he had considered them to be friends. He also knew what friends meant in Cold Harbor. Zver had called them temporary allies, blatantly...But Dorian got attached. Sure, Wednesday was a scary bitch, but she'd come looking for him"! The poor little Nighteater fell for it like Bambi. At the pout and cocked hip, he looked down at his feet with a clear look of shame riled on his face. "I'm sorry, Wednesday...I just had to get out of there." He was trying to quickly make amends for the fact that he had ditched. "It was only a matter of time before another Nighteater got me." He bit his lip, chewing on it as he averted his eyes and the metro fucker looked like he was going to cry. He finally looked back at her with glistening eyes and held out his arms. "I'm sorry!" He whined, and when she said it was cold, he approached and threw his arms around her and nearly tugged her into the house, kicking closed the door. Once closed, it only took him a moment to realize what he'd done, you don't just grab someone from Cold Harbor. He immediately squeaked and released the small girl and held up his hands like someone had a gun on him, giving her the most pitifully apologetic look. "Sorry, love..."
- Though she held her pokerface flawlessly, on the inside Wednesday were practically grinning from ear to ear. It was so easy. And not just Dorian, everyone. So quick to trust. Though she hadn't been out of Cold Harbor long, there was no way she was going back after finding this place. And she was beginning to see full well why Dorian and Zver came in the first place. Dorian's practical pleading went in one ear and out the other, although when he grabbed her, she immediately tensed up. Much like a viper ready to strike. Easing after realizing it was just Dorian. To her, that guy was the biggest coward alive. Almost pitifully so. Though easing up didn't come as simple as it sounds for someone like her. Exhaling a sigh as Dorian apologized she shook her head. " It's okay, you don't have to act like I'm gonna whip out a chainsaw out of the blue or something. We are friends, aren't we?" Tilting her head as she questioned, a faint split second of exposure from behind her mask. A cold look in her eyes that could easily give some of the boldest of people the chills. Granted, it didn't last long at all before she began rubbing her hands together in front of her in a feigned motion of warming them with friction. "So uh, what have you been doing exactly' This is..." Taking a quick look around as she spoke. "A big freaking house."
- "Of course we're friends!" He looked appalled that she was even asking him. Poor little bastard fell for it every time, thinking him and Wednesday was just sweet as peach. There was a small tick of a smile that spread on his face, just that slight ease of tension in the fear-ridden Nighteater. "Well, besides just trying to get by on Midgard...Got into some investing, made enough money, kept investing, turns out I can be quite the business man when I want to be." There was a slight look of pride in his smile, lifting one single finger as if pointing something valuable out. He gave a look around, a bit of a shrug. "It's a work in progress. I had a roommate, but she's uh....She's.." His eyes ticked to Wednesday and he cleared his throat, awkwardly at best. "She's moved on, I guess. Moved in with someone she's dating-ish." He neglected to tell her it was Zver, within good reason. Let's not tell the ex-girlfriend that my past roommate is married to Zver, hm' Good plan' Great plan. Probably not a good plan, Dorian. He thought he was much more sly than he actually was. He made his way toward the kitchen, having noted the way she was rubbing her hands together. "Would you like me to make you some coffee" Tea" Something to warm up your hands, love?"
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While Wednesday was playing her song and dance with Dorian, Kitra had snuck around the house. Keeping herself low as she crept around, having mapped out the house by now. A glance through the living room window helped her note that Dorian and Wednesday was still in the kitchen. Perfect. Creeping low but quickly, she made her way to the office window, having figured out the best window to ease into that made the least amount of noise. Wasn't hard when Dorian wasn't home. He didn't pay enough attention to much of anything, putting too much faith in people not to try to break in. What an idiot....Kitra shook her head, black hair brushing across her forehead as her fingers eased the office window open, having been there earlier to slip something in between the frame and the window itself. It opened flawlessly, without so much as a creak or whine from the hinges.