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Malcom V. Kyles

Only When The Fire Finally Dies Down, Can We Really See The Damage

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a character in “Town of Elk River”, as played by IamQ

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"'Only When The Fire Finally Dies Down, Can We Really See The Damage."

Dialogue Hexcode || #1f3846 & Thought Hexcode || #406a81



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|Full Name |
Malcom Vincent Kyles

| Nickname |
Mal or Vinny

| Birth Date |
January 7th

| Age |
25

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Heterosexual

| Relationship Status |
Single

| Occupation |
Writer

| Species |
Human/Venatores

| Clan or Family |
Venatores/Jaegers



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| Strengths |
Kindness, never much of a fighter Malcom considers his best strength his kindness and how he has been able to help the Jaegers by calming traumatized children and women, sometimes even men, who have faced the few and far between 'evil' occults.

Persuasion, Again sense he isn't much of a fighter he has learned to be a good speaker. He has been able to talk someone out of jumping off a bridge to talking a person on the verge of taking another innocent life out of it. It seems like such a little thing but most in the Jaegers, and Venatores in general, appreciate this 'gift' of his more then he will ever realize because most do not wish to see anymore bloodshed of any type.

Shooting. He might not like fighting and he might be rather terrible at hand to hand combat but if he must he is a rather goof shot. Hitting where he aimed 90% of the time. He can hit some of the most difficult shots even if it means he has to calculate the precise angle he most shot at something to have the bullet ricochet off to hit his target and he can do it in his head.

| Weaknesses |
Hesitation. What a weird weakness but it is one of his a rather big one really. If forced into a fight he will always hesitate because he never wishes to harm anyone in any situation. If possible he will look for any way out of it.

Malcom is not a quick thinker, even while talking or writing it takes him a little bit to think through what to say. This has in the past made him the buttend of jokes sense he cant react as quickly with a witty come back to seeing someone jump or kill another but all in all he hasn't effected his social abilities to much or forced him into many confrontations.

Women, oh he loves women. From their glories bodies that come in all shapes, sizes, and colors but their personalities that can be cold, gentle, kind, or witty. All interest him and lives him open to being hurt. It also means that if faced with killing a bad occult or saving a wounded woman he is more likely to save the woman. His thinking makes rationalize that he can always catch them at another time but he wont be able to save the womans life at another time.

| Likes |
โœ”Nights with a full moon โœ”Warm breezy days
โœ”His sisters laughter โœ”Hot mint tea โœ”Interesting Stories
โœ”That strange taste that fills the air after a good rain
โœ”Comfortable clothing โœ” The smile of a truly happy
woman โœ”The euphoric joy only children seem to have

| Dislikes |
โœ˜Seeing others in pain โœ˜The nightmares he knows his
still has โœ˜Everything about coffee, from the taste
to the smell โœ˜Cold winter nights โœ˜Writers block
โœ˜Anyone who is abusive in anyway โœ˜Suits
โœ˜Having to hurt anyone and the sound of bones breaking
โœ˜Children's reactions to getting their first taste of kindness

| Habits |
Malcom is chalk full of interesting habits but one of the most prominent is when he is trying to stifle a smile of laughter at an inappropriate moment, he crinkles up his nose slightly and gently bites his bottom lip while one hand starts tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. Many have pointed out this habit unsure of why he does it and no matter how he try's he cant stop doing it nor can he explain why he does it.

Another interesting habit of his is when he is in deep thought, he fiddles with anything in reach. Be it the buttons on his shirt, car keys, pencil, or even a piece of someone else's hair. Again this has been pointed out to him on numerous occasions but he doesn't rightly care because when he is that deep in thought he understands he wouldn't be able to keep himself from doing it anyways.

| Hobbies |
Writing, it might be his job sense he is journalist/author of mystery thrillers but it is a true hobby that just so happens to pay rather well and give some very interesting connections. He has thousands of journals stacked neatly by date order in the basement of his home, his sister likes to tease him that he is going to get trapped under a stack one day when they topple over but even the teasing warnings cant make him consider getting rid of any of them or to start only writing on his laptop.

Though most would consider it a hobby, he does, running. He does it when he can, driving out of his way to his sisters place to run the well beaten paths on her property. The filling of the fresh air battering his face and tugging his shaggy hair always clears his mind and its almost guaranteed that afterward he will have dinner and drinks with Mercy when she is home and he will be able to write two or three new chapters on whatever book he is writing or finish the article he was working one for the paper.

Unlike with Mercy, he doesn't write educational papers for fun in his spare time, instead if he doesn't feel like running or writing he will go into the city sit at the little cafรฉ and people watch. Telling himself comedic or depressing stories about the people he sees. Not only does it help his imaginative juices get going, it allows him sometime where he doesn't have to think about work, the Jaegers, training, His sister and her far to dangerous job for his liking, or whatever other problems he may be facing at the time.

| Fears |
Agliophobia: For those of you who don't know, this is the fear of pain. In Malcom's case its not really the fear of being hurt or feeling pain but inflicting it on others. Its why he hesitates when in a fight, why he always shots to kill so he knows there pain is short lived, it isn't a crippling fear but its a fear all the same and if he thinks about hurting others for to long he will become shaky and light headed. After harming someone he will often have a panic attack.

The next fear is rather simple, after his fathers passing he became deathly afraid of anything happening to Mercy. Which is why he pulled strings at the police station with the captain (A signed copy of his most famous book series and a promise to place a character based on the Captain in a position of power without being a bad guy in his next book) to get her made a detective, he couldn't keep her from being a police officer but he could keep her away from a normal patrol beat and out of danger unless she is on a case.



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| Personality Traits |
โ™ฆโ™ขPersuasive โ™ฆโ™ขIntelligent โ™ฆโ™ขCompassionate โ™ฆโ™ขProcrastinator โ™ฆโ™ขControlling โ™ฆโ™ขYonderly

| Personality |
Malcom is a pretty well rounded person, persuasive but gentle never pushing someone that they shouldn't do. Giving them logical reasons to do something they should or to not do something that they shouldn't, this was a skill and a fundamental part of his personality from early on. He was often brought in on meetings whose content wasn't too graphic for a child from a young age because he could talk anyone into seeing his point. It didn't mean that they would have to agree but he could at least get them to admit that his reasoning's had worth. It helped that he was extremely intelligent, it made everything he said, and says, have more worth. No one ever feels as if he is just BSing them into something but feels as if his points are logical and well thought out enough to think about. He is also one of the most compassionate people to ever exist. Yes it makes it hard for him to harm anyone or anything even f it is for the better good because his empathy is so strong but this is a trait that is often appreciated more then the fact that he is so persuasive.

Though, he is probably one of the biggest procrastinators around. Barley meeting deadlines, showing up to meeting late, more often then not having to rewear an dirty outfit before he does his laundry. Compared to his good traits this seems like a little thing but add it to the fact that he is yonderly, which means absent minded and controlling, especially to those he loves. Key point here how he interfered with Mercy's job, he doesn't take no well when he thinks what he is doing is for the best and will become irritated the more someone thwarts his attempts at 'helping' them even if what he is wanting to do would be more like taking over. It makes him both a lovable person and someone most people secretly hate. All in all he is well rounded, good traits that keep him in good favor and bad that remind people he is still just human in ever sense of the word.

| Place of Origin |
Malcom was born in Carmel, California before moving to Elk River after his mothers passing the age of five

| Place of Residence |
Downtown, he likes the fast pace that is here and how everything is a short walk away.

| History |
Born on the chilly January night to a very proud Vincent Kyles and his wife Lynn, whom he adored greatly, Malcom came into the world silent as a spring rain. His eyes already wide open in apparent interest of the world around him. Though both parents were apart of the local Venatores clan in Carmel, his father from an early age knew his son wasn't destined to be a great fighter and instead would be a different type of hero. One who used words instead of war. Malcom's early life was one filled with reading, writing, training, and of course laughter. Oh, the memories he has of his father coming home from a late night, right before the young boys bedtime, where Vincent would spin his laughing wife around before picking up his son for a quick spin before story time. The clear memory of his mothers deep brown eyes glowing with the love she felt for her husband and child. Yes, his early childhood was grand and happy.

When Malcom was five he can remember clearly the look on his fathers face when he came to pick up the boy from school, that by itself was odd sense it was always his mother unless it was a training day, he remembers how his father took them to the park and cuddled him close before breaking the horrible news. On her way to the grocery store Lynn Kyles was hit T bone style by a woman yelling at her three kids in the backseat, and died on impact. It wasn't long after that, that Vincent Kyles picked up shop and moved the duo out to Elk River. Hoping the change would help his young son get over his mothers passing not that the regal man could fault the young boy because he also was deeply wounded by her untimely death. About seven months later Mercy was found in the burnt down house in Maine was relocated to the Jaegers in Elk River. Where two months later Malcom found out she was now apart of his family. At first the boy truly disliked the little girl, at six he had no patients for the three year old but that soon changed and he came to adore her especially how hard to worked to get approval.

When Malcom was nineteen Vincent passed away in his sleep, old age was the reason and the young man was hurt and deeply affected but seeing how devastated Mercy was he picked up his big boy pants and quickly grew up. It felt odd being in the parenting role for his sister and best friend so they quickly came to a deal. Neither of them would keep secrets and no matter what would always tell the other where they would be and when they would be home. It worked out well for them, the raised each other and two years later when Mercy turned eighteen and moved herself into the backwoods Malcom was deeply scared and proud of his baby sister. When she started at the academy a year later, he was worried but happy she was making her own choices, when he published his first thriller Mercy bought a copy and made him sign it along with every book after that, when she passed her evaluations and became a full fledge Police Officer Malcom took her out for dinner. And so on. After Mercy was shot at when she was called to a domestic disturbance, Malcom stepped in. It was the first time he truly realized the power he had as a well known Author and as Vincent Kyles son, who had also been well respected. He was proud of what he did even though his sister refused to speak to him for a month, she never did say why she was angry at him though.



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| Face Claim |
Kit Harington

| Writer |
IamQ

So begins...

Malcom V. Kyles's Story

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Time2:00-3:00PM | Location Downtown/Police Departmentโ†’Home



Mercy sat slumped at her desk, the scent of the lemon oil that had been used the night before to polish the hard wood filled her nose and she sighed deeply before sitting up straight and looking down at the file that sat before her. The small room was warm and it made the scent of the oil more profound and the sickly sweet scent of the Vanilla Pumpkin coffee her partner had brought in caused her stomach to roll. Mercy hated all things pumpkin but the sweet gesture had made it difficult for her just to throw it out but it had been sitting on her desk sense seven o'clock this morning and it was now a little after two in the afternoon.

Grumbling the dainty woman stood to her severely lacking height of 5'1 and slammed the case file shut, no matter how many times Mercy stared at it the facts didn't make any sense. It was almost as if this case had jumped out of one of her brothers books, picking up the coffee she evenly distributed it between her potted plants hoping the sugar and caffeine wouldn't kill them before snatching her jacket and purse. "I'm heading out, no matter what I do I cant figure out that case an being stuck in here isn't making me think any better. Hopefully I'll have an epiphany about it tonight." she practically growled out to her partner who had been making small talk with one of the patrol officers in the pen. His deep booming laugh seemed to follow her out of the building.

Taking a deep breath of air through her mouth, Mercy could almost taste the excitement in the air. The Fall Festival always drew a large crowd of townsfolk along with tourists from nearby towns. It also seemed to also pull a large crowd of criminals but lucky for her, after a eighteen hour work day due to that stupid case that she was no where near having any leads on, she was not on call and could enjoy it and some time with her brother."Detective Kyles!" came a squeaky voice to her left, she hadn't even made it two blocks from the prescient and she was already being chased by reporters. Making eye contact with the tall but slumped over mouse of a woman, Mercy raised her eyebrows in question. "Are there any leads on the Green case?" the reporter asked.

It didn't matter how many times Mercy and the other Detectives told the Reporters and the community that they cant comment on ongoing investigations they always ask. Always with the reasoning that 'the people deserve to know'. "Miss Daniels, as always, I cant comment on ongoing investigations though we are always looking for tips. If you hear anything please feel free to share." she said as respectfully as possible.

After extracting herself from the whining reporter and being stopped by a few residents she knew well, Mercy was finally on her way home. All she wanted to do was take off her work clothes and slip on her favorite exercise clothes to train off her stress before getting ready for the night which she knew Malcom would drag her to the activities. Her sensitive nose caught scent of rain and a small smile curved her lips, it was a few miles away so it wouldn't ruin the night but the fresh scent of wet earth would greet her in the morning. Finally making it to her home Mercy sighed in relief. Time for some training and then relaxation.






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Time2:30-3:00PM | Location Sweet Spot Bakery



After losing track of time, Malcom was only now walking toward the bakery. He had meant to get there early in the morning so he could bring his sister some of her favorite gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes to convince her that going to the Festival would be fun but of course the thirty minutes he had decided to right for had turned into close to eight hours. Eight freaking hours, now there is a good thing to come from it which was that he is now only four chapters and editing away from being able to publish his current book. Pushing his thick dark hair from his face as a playful breeze decided to tug on it, straightening his shoulders so he stood at his impressive height of 6'4.

Holding the door as a woman and child walked through he slipped inside the warm and fragrant shop, "Good afternoon!" he greeted the pretty girl behind the counter, "Now, I know this is a long shot but you wouldn't happen to have any of your gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes left would you? I'm trying to bribe my sister into coming to the festival with me tonight." he said with his most charming smile as he leaned his hip against the counter. Malcom's eyes wondered down her body almost of their own accord before he snapped them back to her face with a slight shake of his head, as if he was scolding himself for being rude.

With a flirtatious grin he winked, "Though, if you come with me instead I would be more then pleased and I wont have to bribe my sister into being my date. smiling his eyes darted to the display searching for his bribes, even if the pretty bakery girl said yes he would still need the bribes for his sister to make sure she left isolation and had some fun.






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Time2:30-3:15PM | Location Ledoux School Of The Arts



"The lighting techniques used in the early cinema of the late 1890s and the first years of the twentieth century were astonishingly primitive in comparison with those used in still photography. Filmmakers of that era did not adopt the range of artificial lighting that was already standard equipment in photographic studios and widely used by photographers to enhance the aesthetic appearance of their work. Instead, filmmakers relied almost entirely on bright daylight. For this reason, when films were not shot on location they were filmed on rooftop sets, or else in studios built with either an open air design or a glass roof." Coralia read out loud in her last of the day, History of Lighting and Technology in Film. Looking quickly at the clock she almost sighed with relief. Only fifteen more minutes then she could go home and get ready for tonight.

Her turn to read was over so, as she was prone to do, Coralia started to zone out. "MISS TIDES!" a yell startled her, looking up into her teachers irritated face she pouted. She very much disliked being scolded and it was guaranteed that she would be sense the professor in this course never yelled which meant he had wanted her attention for some time. "Now, I know this isn't a very interesting class, I also know that with the activates happening tonight its even harder to pay attention but please try next time." he scolded before walking back to the front of the room. "Homework is due next Wednesday, enjoy tonight. Stay safe." he dismissed the class.

Practically running from the school Coralia made it home in record time and raced inside, "MOM! I'm HOOOOMMMMEE!" she called out and was greeted by a deep husky laugh before her father picked her up and spun, giggling in delight when he finally put her down she smiled before rushing up to her room to do some of her homework before enjoying the Festival.

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Time:2:45-3:35 Location:Ledoux School Of The Arts -> Rabbit Hole Bookstore

Lucian grumbled as class concluded on the note of their being a test the next day on stage effects in regards to their impact on the performance. Lighting was something he could understand well enough, after all the people had to actually see the stage and performers -otherwise it wouldn't be a play. The hard part though was acoustics - there were so many technical words and simply stating "project your voice" wouldn't cover it...he'd have to get a music person to explain it or find a book to put things simply. However when class ended that still didn't keep him from blitzing from the room at full speed while cursing for quite possibly the ten thousandth time that things were difficult in balancing work with school. Still true to himself by delaying the inevitable, the young incubus hustled to his apartment and dropped off his school stuff before tweaking his appearance - especially along the jawline for a more mature look.

'Got any plans for the festival tonight?'The text was sent using his "work" phone, put simply the one he didn't use when being a student to his friend Kell. While unhealthily stressing at the notion of the exam, Lucian was planning for his "stress eating" in the evening. It just so happened that he was of the opinion that his friend would have an idea to make a simple meal more appealing - if not just make for a better pool to fish through with two handsome men to draw out potential admirers. Before leaving the apartment, Lucian donned a modern business casual style of appearance: black v-neck but still kept the suit jacket boldly bearing the Callidora family crest on the lapel. He gave a quick nod to his equally tired "sister" on the way out on his way to the bookstore, despite proximity he still elected to borrow a discreet yet still expensive vehicle for the drive since he didn't feel like carrying a book around.

Having never been to the establishment before, Lucian took advantage to the fascinated if somewhat repulsed atmosphere the more long time residents had to his familial crest and cut his way towards the woman behind the counter. His current splitting left him less than half as powerful as he would whole; rather than risk potential backfire by trying to manipulate the feelings of the room Lucian opted to just go in raw. Despite being uncomfortable without his usual advantage he managed a friendly smile while leaning against the counter.

" You wouldn't happen to have a book on acoustics - specifically one related to stagecraft. Preferably of the 'for dummies' type of explanation... my little brother needs help seeing why he as a thespian needs to understand the subject." Despite interrupting an earlier conversation between the employee and another female customer, Lucian was banking on the fact that his natural incubus scent would intoxicate the pair enough where his low level 'I'm handsome' approach would get him what he wanted quickly.

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Time:3:00-3:37 Location:Ledoux School Of The Arts -> Sweet Spot Bakery


Unlike her "brother", Lilis - Lily as she preferred had a much easier day at school. The dance department currently didn't have any nearby exams so other than standard lecture and practice she essentially didn't do anything. If anything, compared to the stringent level of drills the family had done for their expected "performances" Lily found the current level of practice rather lukewarm. The best part was unlike Lucian, she didn't actually have class the next day which meant there wouldn't be any extra brain noise as their minds sorted through the two differing perspectives while retaining their balance as a single entity... or whatever the explanation the clan book had on bi-location. The point was, she was annoyed that the book said that mastery would allow teleportation and both parties to act with the full power of the original single body but she was stuck at a mere 40%.

The internal grumbling kept the girl occupied until she met her other half as she entered the apartment. As she'd won the morning's contest - she got to check out the new bakery and much like Lucian, Lilis had no intention of going about the evening as she did for school. As a succubus, Lilis on required a quick rinse to freshen up after practice before putting on an outfit purchased for her as a gift from a relatively recent toy. However she didn't wear the purple boots the purchaser had intended to go with the rest of the look. Instead she opted to go with a longer, dark bootie and stockings to try out the 'zettai ryouiki' type of look she'd overheard some guys in a computer lab talk about the previous week. Despite personally finding the concept rather strange, the Succubus opted to let the results of a couple trials determine if the theme had a spot in her wardrobe. After checking the initial result of her experiment herself, the lady no one would believe to actually be a sixteen year old girl hurried off to the bakery she'd come to hear about.

On arrival, her first impression of the place was that it was definitely cute and homely - it was also rather crowded. Undeterred the succubus entered the establishment with intent of satisfying a sweet-tooth. However as her eyes were greeted with the crowd of the room - and in particular a face all-too-similar to that of an author she liked to read, a woman in a yellow dress and the girl behind the counter. Lily couldn't help but lightly arch her eyebrows since she was used to usually (always if she could sneak in the adjustments) being the most attractive person in the room by no small margin. The succubus couldn't help but think that in this particular case...the margin was a bit too close for comfort. In particular the woman in the yellow dress seemed...off and despite being a "Mistress of Fornication" Lily found herself unable to quite identify the tension the woman exuded. Rather embarrassingly, Lily found herself wishing Lucian was here to be the adorable dolt and reset the atmosphere.

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Character Portrait: L.L. Callidora Character Portrait: Raven Lee Attoria Massacre Character Portrait: Bonnie Fortenberry Character Portrait: Malcom V. Kyles Character Portrait: Ezekiel Herveaux
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Time: 2:00 - 4:00
Location: Modelling Agency โ€“ Sweet Spot Bakery
โ€œAs stunning as always, Ezekiel.โ€ The photographer praised, resulting in a lopsided grin from the vampire.

"You flatter me, Chris." He chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head, "Without your eye for detail, I really doubt the photos would turn out so good." Modesty wasn't something Kell was accustomed to, but when you're trying to get into the pants of your employer; he was willing to kiss some ass. Chris simply responded with a wave of his hand, dismissing him for the rest of the day.

He grabbed his belongings, looking down at his phone to see a new text from Lucian. What is my devilish friend up to now? He pondered as he unlocked his phone. The text was a simple question, asking if he had plans for the festival in the evening. Frankly, he hadn't really planned on going. Alcohol and crowds resulted in messes and Ezekiel didn't need to be around people with liquor in their veins. Humans were irrational when drunk, made stupid mistakes and got themselves hurt. He knew someone was bound to be bleeding tonight. Running away from his urges wasn't the solution, and with a forfeited sigh, he sent the lad a text.

Not really, no. I'm free tonight if you're offering, could use a distraction. (;

Hitting send, Ezekiel mad his way down the stairwell of the building. There were a few places he wanted to visit before retiring to his house until the festival. Mostly, he wanted decent attire for the festivities, especially if he planned to go. He couldn't exactly go to a festival about fall wearing summer attire. Chuckling to himself, the young man finally exited the building, taking a deep exhale. It was fairly cozy out, humidity hanging in the air as a forewarning of rain. Making his way towards his vehicle, Kell unlocked the Lincoln. A gift he bought himself for his last birthday, despite the fact he longer aged. Sometimes it was better to indulge in mundane desires. Being already in downtown, Kell had no reason to drive. In fact, he was simply tossing a few thing into the car from the photoshoot.

Having lived in the city for a good while, Kell was proud of knowing his whereabouts. He had always been one to get lost when he lived in Wales, yet he found it easy to navigate in the quaint town. A menswear store was close by and he had planned to shop there, but a rather cute little bakery caught his eyes. He didn't recognize it.

It was crowded, a few faces he recognized, but most were unknown to him. "I could use a damn coffee." He spoke to himself, entering the store with a smirk. He wore a cheerful expression, despite the tension that seemed to grow between three of the people. "Business is booming today, isn't it?" He spoke to the woman behind the counter, interrupting what little conversation she and the other customer was having, especially since Miss Tits seemed to grab his attention. He leaned over the counter, a large grin taking up his face, "Bonnie, is it?" He asked, nodding to the girl's nametag. "Could you do me a solid and get me a black coffee? No rush though, I can see you're very busy." Fishing out his wallet, he pulled out a crisp twenty, laying it on the counter with a wink, "Keep the change."

Tossing a thumb behind him, he motioned to a small table that rested outside the bakery, "I'll be out there, yeah?"

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Time: 2:30 - 4:05 PM | Location: Sweet Spot Bakery



Bonnie smiled brightly as another customer entered, a man only a bit older than herself.
"Hi!" She greeted.
"Good afternoon!" he returned "Now, I know this is a long shot but you wouldn't happen to have any of your gingerbread cookies and cranberry cupcakes left would you? I'm trying to bribe my sister into coming to the festival with me tonight." Bonnie nodded firmly.
"Though, if you come with me instead I would be more then pleased and I wont have to bribe my sister into being my date." He continued, with a flirtatious wink. Bonnie laughed good naturedly, though her cheeks did colour. She held her hands up.
"I'm flattered, but, sorry, I'm going with the family. We're new, so it's our first of these." She explained. "Might see you there though." She turned back to the display of their baked goods.
"We've got plenty of cranberry cupcakes. A travesty really, so few people in this town seem to appreciate the humble cranberry." She dipped into the display counter's trays, and picked out one of their cranberry cupcakes. She also grabbed one of their paper bags and put the cupcake inside as she stood back up.

"Now, as for the gingerbread, we got some options..." She began. However, as she straightened, she noticed someone else had joined them in the bakery. She seemed... Distinctly odd. Another one? Just how many people in this town had this weird... Aura? Feeling? Thing about them? She puttered out for a split second, but quickly recovered. If there was one thing Bonnie's career as a fairy godmother had taught her, it was that fairy godmothers had to be able to adjust to strange situations on the fly. She'd find out what was strange about these people later. She put her smile back on her face.
"Oh, hi! I'll be right with you in a jiffy, once this man has his bribes." She assured the girl. She tore her eyes away to look back at the man.
"So, your gingerbread cookies, if you want plain gingerbread, we got the leaves or the scarecrows." She plucked out one of her recently transformed gingerbread leaves, and a smiling gingerbread scarecrow, and held both up as examples. "One of each maybe?"

Another girl entered, yet again with the strange aura so many people around here seemed to carry. Bonnie looked around at the gathering crush in the bakery with mild alarm. This might get a little chaotic unless...
"Hey, Bon Bon!" Came a familiar voice, as if summoned. God, but if her dad didn't have the best timing in the world. Even if he did enter with her silliest nickname. Jenny came squeezing by the crowd that had gathered in Sweet Spot. She quickly ducked under the counter, and threw her arms around Bonnie's waist.
"Hey, guys! good day at school?" Bonnie asked, looking down at her baby sister.
"Yeah!" Jenny answered.
"Great, but you're gonna have to tell me about it later. Dad, mind ringing this guy up while I handle these girls?" With that, Jenny detached herself and darted through to the back kitchen, out of the way. With a nod, their dad put his pale blue Sweet Spot apron back on and switched places with Bonnie, coming to stand behind the counter himself.
"Now, what was that you wanted, son?" He said.

Leaving him to it, Bonnie turned back to the girls. So many people in this town seemed to have that odd feeling, yet these two seemed to have... Similar odd feelings. But, she put it out of her mind once more. They'd not actually done anything odd, unless you counted walking into a bakery and not asking for anything immediately. Honestly, given the forming line, that was quite considerate of them.
"And what were you ladies looking for?" She asked brightly. However, before she got an answer, another man entered the shop and squeezed in at the counter.
"Business is booming today, isn't it?" He said with a grin. "Bonnie, is it?"
"Bonnie Fortenberry, nice to meet you." She smiled and laughed. "Honestly, I don't think there's been this many people in here at once until today."

"Could you do me a solid and get me a black coffee? No rush though, I can see you're very busy." He said. Bonnie nodded quickly.
"Sure, our coffee is like..." She turned to quickly consult the takeout coffee menu hanging behind her. "Two dollars ninety--" Before she could finish, he put down a twenty with a wink.
"Keep the change." Then he motioned to the tables outside the bakery. Which technically belonged to the sandwich shop next door, but nobody had said anything yet about Sweet Spot's customers using them. Heck, at this point those tables carried both of their menus. It was a beautiful friendship.
"I'll be out there, yeah?" Bonnie nodded a little dumbly. Twenty dollars for a three dollar cup of coffee. That was generous enough for Bonnie to feel a little guilty. A quick, silent conversation passed between Bonnie and her dad, as he rang up the guy, and handed Bonnie a five dollar bill. Well, apparently she wasn't the only one. She brewed the coffee in it's little light blue cardboard takeout cup. Her dad looked up as she stepped back out of the kitchen.
"Once we're done with these ladies, we'll starting closing up." He said. Bonnie nodded her understanding, and started making her way around the counter. Then, as she took the coffee out to the guy, she nabbed a sugar cookie from the display bowl in the window on impulse. Even with the unsolicited change, he'd more than paid for it. She went out and placed both in front of him, and handed him the five.
"Our coffee is three bucks, a twenty is a little much." She said with a slightly awkward laugh, as she reached up and fiddled with one strand of her hair. "So I guess enjoy the complimentary cookie?" She dipped one hand into her apron pocket, where she kept some sugar packets, and handed him some.
"For your coffee, if you need it."

With that, she headed back in, to help her dad with the last two customers before the Sweet Spot closed for the day, and the Fortenberrys headed home to prepare for the festival.

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Character Portrait: L.L. Callidora Character Portrait: Raven Lee Attoria Massacre Character Portrait: Bonnie Fortenberry Character Portrait: Malcom V. Kyles Character Portrait: Ezekiel Herveaux
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[center]| Time: 4:00pm - 5:36 pm Location: Sweet Spot Bakery |

*She watched and cringed as the small bakery began to seriously fill up. Surrounded by people while she was hungry did not make her feel any better and when a male slid beside her, placing his coffee order and paying in advance, she shivered. 'What was that?' She thought to herself subconciously. His aura, actually, almost everyone's aura in the bakery gave her chills. What was with this bakery? Or was it just her extermly hightened senses messing with her again? Taking her right hand and rubbing the back of her neck to hopefully get rid of the cold chill running down her back her hazel green hues followed the male to where he sat down before returning to the clerk who was currently filling the males cup of coffee. Feeling eye's on the back of her head and another strange aura she turned around to face a woman who looked to be a sex goddess. 'Damn....'. Being both sexually attracted to both genders this woman's features made her whole body tremble with urges. Blinking a few times, realizing she had been staring for a good minute, she slid her gaze to what looked to be the owner of the bakery, due to his attire and the way he spoke to, what she thought was, his daughter Bonnie who was now giving the strange male his order just outside the bakery.*

"May I have black coffee, two creams, two sugar, and one of your gingerbread cookies Please?"

*She asked the older gentleman behind the counter, lighty tapping her fingers across the counter top while she waited for her order to be filled. Retrieving her order and paying she smiled gently, nodding a thanks to the male clerk. Turning around, coffee and cookie in hand she made her way out of the bakery and towards the center of the mall. Walking over to an open bench she sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and began to sip her hot coffee, observing her surroundings*

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Character Portrait: Nicole Johnson Character Portrait: Malcom V. Kyles Character Portrait: Kenneth Geroux
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Time: 7:00 - 7:30
Location: Her home โ†’ Fear Festival/Downtown


Nicole jolted up as she had overslept slightly. She was hoping to leave the house by six o'clock on the dot but she woke up at a bit later than that. She scrambled around and tried to get herself together before she waltzed out of her front door, got inside of her vehicle and drove downtown towards the site of the festival. From a distance, she could see the fireworks are already active as it signaled the beginning of the festival. Something they always did every year. She parked her vehicle nearby then closed and locked the door after she got out.

With a smile upon her face, she walked through the streets and her eyes gleamed at all of the rides they had there. Of course, it was exactly the same rides as last year. Nicole went immediately over towards the food court setup there and asked for a slushie, which she paid for and told the vendor to keep the change. Nicole slurped on her slushie as her eyes wandered around the area. She wondered to herself if Malcolm was present at the festival, if not, she had hoped that she could get him there.

To: Mal
You better be coming to this festival.

That was all she had sent in the text towards Malcolm then slipped her phone back into her pocket after she threw away the slushie and started riding on some rides, since she had a festival bracelet on anyway.


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Time: 6:15-7:25
Location: His home โ†’ Fear Festival/Downtown


Kenneth was at the festival a bit earlier than what he was suppose to be there. He had to help some of the teachers set up there own individual booths as one of them asked if he was helping out at the kissing booth. Kenneth shook his head and chuckled but didn't even bother to answer that question. A lot of the female teachers, well female in general wanted him but he'd always laugh at them.

As soon as all the booths were up, he went over towards the food court station and put on an apron. He was assigned to help out the hamburger station as the cashier even though he had little experience. Kenneth saw his alpha, his father in the distance and hoped that they would not make a scene tonight. But that wasn't any of his business.

Kenny leaned onto the register as the festivities was getting kicked off. The mayor made a speech, the band was playing and fireworks were lighting up the night sky. The talent portion of the festival was just about to kick off as his eyes went over to the stage, some people were already sitting on the bleachers and was waiting for the show to start.

His first customer came up and order, he took their money then gave them back their change. Of course, they asked him why wasn't he running the kissing booth, as well. Kenneth rolled his eyes then directed the person down the line to get their order as the next customer came up.