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located in Maine, a part of Nights In North Point, one of the many universes on RPG.

Maine

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Character Portrait: Paige Connery Character Portrait: Alec Montane Character Portrait: Katherine Lovell Character Portrait: Sebastian Queen
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K A T H E R I N E ~ L O V E L L
"Boyfriend? Haha, lol."

Outfit
Location|| Montane Household
iPod|| Blank Space by Taylor Swift
Mood|| Flirtatious


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Katherine felt the left corner of her mouth twitch upwards at the befuddlement that seemed to appear on the man's face only a second before he released his small jest. He amused her, she liked that decidedly. And when he turned the questioning on her, Katherine didn't even try to fight the giggle that bubbled forth. In fact, she welcomed it. "Trust me, sugar. I drink. I just haven't found anything," she drifted off purposefully, eyeing him surreptitiously, "strong enough. Or at least to my liking anyway." Which was the truth. Katherine hadn't seen the actual bar yet, so as far as she was concerned, this was where the Montane's parties lacked. Katherine had full bartender service at every corner of her events. Theirs were hidden and it was highly unnecessary.

But of course, why waste her time judging a family that was unaware of her presence when this cutie - and she decided that she'd continue to call him that for the night - was standing close? Katherine watched the way his lips closed over the cigarette, the way his eyes closed for just that moment of dragging in the smoky contents, and the way his shoulders relaxed after a heavy exhale of smoky. She had never been much of a fun of cigarettes, preferring things like sweet-smelling blunts. Katherine wasn't a smoker, to be completely honest, but she had long since made it her mission to not allow something as minuscule as the scent of one measly item affect her. So, she let him distract her, which wasn't hard considering he was quick to question her again. Another question which caused her to laugh just a little.

Boyfriends and Katherine...they just didn't seem to be in the cards for her. Luke would be too adamant about using them against her and honestly, she was too dark for one. Katherine forced herself to not allow the thoughts to creep onto her face, shoving the self-hate behind a lascivious smile. "Nope, no boyfriend. Not that many out there that can handle all of this." Purposefully, Katherine stepped closer to him, the tips of her fingernails of her left hand slowly tracing up his chest until she cut off at his collarbone, bee-lining for the cigarette he held. Deftly, Katherine eased it from his fingers before sliding the stick to her own lips, taking a small drag and then giving it back. On an exhale of smoke with the taste lingering in her mouth alongside the champagne from earlier, she purred, "Besides, I like a little adventure. Don't you?"





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S E B A S T I A N ~ Q U E E N
"Can't say it's a pleasure considering...ya know, the murder...but we're meeting, so..."
Outfit
Location || Maine
IPod || Who Are You Really? by Mikky Ekko
Mood || Uneasy


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Over the course of the ride to the location of the second crime scene, Sebastian carefully drilled his driver for more information about the families. Of course, there had been some resistance but if there was one thing that was apparent, it was that Sebastian's suave mannerisms from before had not left him. He just knew when and where to use them. More than that, it came out when he decided it should. It got him the results that he liked, especially considering what wasn't said. What was said was what he had already established from paperwork: these two families really did run the town. Both had even controlled the mayoral election until one's candidate one. Even then, both seemed continue to hold sway over each and every citizen of their town regardless of the other powers - or at least, the powers that should have been present. The mayor, the police task force, the citizens - they cowered under these rivals like ants beneath the toes of humans, whimpering and conceding and eternally grateful for whatever show of kindness that happened to be bestowed upon them.

The unspoken was the rage, particularly from the driver himself. His voice was shaky, but hardened by his hate and his large hands gripped the steering wheel with such strength that his knuckles turned white. His entire body seemed to radiate with combined fear and anger, the slight tremor in him notable. In the midst of explaining how the people lived - in their purposefully oblivious and submissive ways - he had sped up, and Sebastian did not question it. If it got him to where he needed to be faster, then that was fine with him.

But it also made the situation that much more of a reality. Sure, New York elite played it dirty and controlled the city, indeed. But a small town like this where being too opinionated could have you killed and no one would even flinch or blink an eye? It was unnerving. More than that, it was the worst way to live and Sebastian had sacrificed too much for this country to be alright with citizens being afraid every day of their lives. It wasn't like he had a plan for the families or anything, but he also didn't know if he could just sit back and let them do as they pleased. If that had been what was expected of him, then he should never have been called.

Before long, they were pulling up to the shopping district. Sebastian hadn't truly been taking in the scenery like he normally did upon driving into foreign territory, and made it his mission to run through the town the next morning. Asking the driver to pull up by a particularly empty store (one of the few bereft of any light), Sebastian thanked the driver. giving him an extra tip for the information, and then grabbed his things. Once seeing the driver off, he crossed the street to the more clustered section of the shopping district. There were still a few stragglers, girls with bags talking animatedly as they approached a Porsche. A couple dressed as the Joker and Harley Quinn. A woman and her three fairies on their way to the nearby homes to trick-or-treat. Sebastian took all of that in, gripping his shoulder bag tightly. Going closer to the murder scene, he tensed, taking in a lone figure.

"Detective Connery," he called to the slim figure, voice holding a small edge as he neared her. "Sebastian Queen, one hell of a night to be doing a murder investigation, don't you think? Find anything yet?"