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The American Dream

Downtown

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a part of The American Dream, by cass-isnt-here.

Where all the cool people go.

cass-isnt-here holds sovereignty over Downtown, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Downtown

Where all the cool people go.

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Downtown is a part of Bluffinton, Minnesota.

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Cassius Krause [2] I don't dance in the forest naked.
Leopold Pratt [2] We should be like butterflies and have the courage to face the metamorphoses of life to be free
Yae-Mia Clarke [0] "Haven't you ever heard of a faun before?"

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C a s s i u s

I gnawed absentmindedly at my finger nails, staring pensively into space. Yawning for the eighth time since I decided to be an angel and actually study for the SAT, I flipped the length book of exercises shut. Saturdays were designated for goofing off. I fidgeted. Lounging at home while avoiding homework and other student obligations stressed out my normally stress-free mind with guilt.

Abruptly standing, I swayed a bit when black spots filled my vision. Blinking a couple times, I stumbled around scavenging for clean clothing while maneuvering around pens and paper from the previous school year, which desperately needed disposal. I banged my shin against the clear container full of baby clothing and caused the stack to spill over in a dramatic thump. “Are you okay?” came faint shout from across the house.

“Yeaah! I just, the boxes, stuff fell!” I shouted back at my mom, gritting my teeth because pain throbbed. I'm male; I don't deal with pain.

Grumbling to myself, I shoved my uncoordinated legs into comfy jeans and flailed around until the boring loose shirt covered my torso. By the time I was ready to face the sunlight and people, it was already afternoon. Strolling into the kitchen, I swung by Finland's five gallon tank to check if my dear was in fishy form and not gallivanting without clothing...and there she was hiding behind the filter again. I sprinkled a bunch of orange flanks near his vicinity and gave him my greetings. Swinging open the fridge, I frowned at the slim pickings. The sole person with cooking ability was only gone for a week and we've been reduced to take out and leftovers ever other night. I need real food, leafy green food. Something disgustingly healthy, which eliminated all the contents at home.

Patting my pockets, I reassured myself that I had all the essentials: phone, wallet, house keys, and small bag of runes. I left the large, mostly empty house and locked the door before trekking over to downtown Bluffington, which teamed with life. I spent most of that journey not making eye-contact with the townsfolk so I didn't have to awkwardly wave or smile my half grimace.

I was quickly distracted from my food acquiring goal by the local used bookstore to add to my hoard. Ducking into the tiny shop, I grinned at and greeted the elderly couple before diving into the stacks of books to find more reading material. Mrs. Crabapple was a lovely white-haired dragon and Mr. Crabapple was a crotchety old animated clock (they prefer being called zorigami, but pronunciation).

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L E O P O L D P R A T T

“You go for a swim recently?” An inquiring voice sounded from behind, sending a spark of tension through Leo’s shoulders.

“Oh, you must think you’re real cute,” he said with a harsh snort, “’Did I go for a swim’ Ha! I’ll have you know I work very hard to perfect my stylishly casual look every morning and that’s not something you just-just throw away by jumping in a goddamn lake.” Leo’s voice cracked with emotion, “My life is so hard and no one understands.”

“I could help with that,” a surprisingly timid voice creaked from the hulking mass of metal and flame that loomed above the sopping satyr’s head. “The wet, that is.”

The acrid smell of smoke and smelting metal assaulted Leo’s large nostrils and before Leopold could complain, he was hit with a scalding blast of heat from the cracks in the fire golem’s metallic exterior. “W-what do you think you’re doing,” Leo shrilled at the hulking metal beast, “Oh, no, absolutely not. If this mud dries it will be even harder to wash out!” He huffed indignantly, lifting his nose to the air, “Not to mention the shrinkage if these are not properly handled,” The ‘were you raised in a barn’ was left unsaid.

“Now why don’t you go fuck off before you set something important on fire.” With a huff and a twirl Leopold clomped off across the road towards his apartment building. Fucking fire golems, think they can solve everything. A bunch of hot heads is what they are, clunking about with their hulking mass and raging temperature. Bah.

The floorboards creaked as Leopold navigated the narrow halls, his clomps and frustrated grumblings muffled by the plaster walls. Leo reached for his apartment’s doorknob, eager to save his damp clothing, only to find it resisted. Sal must have locked up before work, the overcautious deer. Leo dug in his wet cardigan pocket, hunting for his keys, only to find his fingers found nothing, “No, no nononono,” Oh, gods show him some mercy. Where were his damned keys? “Sal, you in there?” He called through the door, still futilely turning the handle. When no answer came, Leo jiggled the doorknob violently one last time before thumping his horns against the door in defeat. Gods dammit! His keys must have fallen out in that accursed lake. Freaking mermaids. There was absolutely no way he was going back into the forest to find them, but he certainly wasn’t going to stand around and watch the mud dry.

Leopold stomped back out of the apartment building, rushing towards Crabapple’s and grumbling over the injustice served to him by the universe. Hopefully Sal was still there. Sal better be there, there will be hell to pay if Leo is forced to scour the town for him in such a tragic state. Thank the gods the bookstore wasn’t all that far from their apartment, only a few windows away from Reynolds’ Records, actually. Leopold’s angry trot did not slow as he threw open the doors of Crabapple’s, murderous gaze zeroing in on the startled faun behind the counter, “Sal! I need your key.”

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It had been a calm morning for the pair of newcomers. Adam and Howard decided to walk around town and start meeting people. Granted, this was more Adam's idea then Howard's as you couldn't be a therapist without patients. He had to practically drag Howard along as the young man wasn't the best with introducing himself to people. Their first stop was the main street of Bluffington where most of the shops were.

"I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but isn't this a bit of a weird way to introduce yourself to people?" Howard questioned his well dressed friend next to him. That was just Adam's style. In his mind, tweed never went out of style and a vest and tie was winter, summer, spring, and fall wear. "It's a little unorthodox, but then again, so is this town, if you haven't noticed." Adam remarked, checking his watch to check the time. "What would you have me do? Send letters? "Hi, I'm Dr. Wicker. Choose me as your therapist because dead men tell no tales."?" Adam continued, surprised with how much he actually liked the sound of his last sentence.

"Look, we need to meet people anyway, so why not multitask? Besides..." Adam stopped in his tracks, quickly noticing Howard wasn't by his side. Instead, Howard seemed transfixed on a golden haired girl on bike who leaped from her vehicle and sprinted into the nearby bakery. Howard was stuck with a stupid look on his face when Adam walked over to him. "It's impolite to stare." Howard's awareness returned as he noticed how stupid and lovesick he looked and quickly returned to normal, clearing his throat for some reason. "I was just....you know..." Howard quickly trailed off, having no way to explain his way out of this. He was staring at a beautiful girl. Plan and simple. Something about her was entrancing to the young man, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "Oh, my sweet little, innocent Howie. You've never dealt with supernatural beauty before, have you? And in this town, I bet you'll be seeing a lot of it." Adam spoke through a wide smile. He forget sometimes that even though Howard was his friend, he didn't have the experiences that he had. "Why don't we take a break. Grab a cupcake or something." Adam said in an understanding tone. He too had been knocked on his ass by many beautiful women. Hell, even a few beautiful men managed to pull a similar stupid face from the Fext, but that was a long time ago. Howard wasted no time and quickly entered the shop, leaving Adam in his dust.



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As Howard entered the bakery, he was instantly bombarded with the smell of baking bread and sweets. It smelled heavenly and a perfectly welcoming atmosphere. Adam soon followed, looking around the establishment with his usual curiosity. The pair strolled over to the counter, Howard eyeing the girl he saw a moment ago, busy with a cake it seemed. His view was blocked however by Adam's hand. "I know she's pretty and all, but don't stare. It's rude and honestly, you seem like a creeper." Adam admitted, leaning against the shop's counter.

"Creeper? You are actually dead and you're calling me a creeper?" Howard spoke with an obvious annoyance in his voice, but Adam was right. Howard had never been the best with the opposite sex and Adam loved reminding him of it.

"Yeah, which proves my point even more." Adam retorted. "Look, just follow my lead." and with a hand on his friend's shoulder, Adam pressed the small bell to hopefully bring an employee to the counter and bolted out of the bakery like a child who had done something wrong, much to Howard's chagrin and confusion. The young man panicked for a moment until he heard the undeniable sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. Unaware of who it was, he tried to make himself look presentable, wiping away the nothing on his grey t-shirt and jeans to make himself feel better as the steps grew closer.

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L E O P O L D P R A T T

Leopold’s ears swiveled back at the grating voice, and the tension in his back built as a willowy arm was draped across his shoulders. Leo clenched his jaw and ground his teeth, his flexed fist itching for the jaw of the bane of his existence. He hardly noticed as Sal took a couple steps back from the counter with a muttered, “Oh, dear.” Oh, Leopold was going to kill him. He was absolutely going to kill him. Leo could only picture himself reaching out and strangling the irritating witch, his inner voice shaking with sadistic mirth. No, no he was classier than that. Leopold Laemmle Pratt did not stoop to the level of lowly witch boys.

Straightening his anger-hunched spine, Leopold haughtily removed the irritant’s limb from across his shoulders, and smoothed back his now limp hair. As he opened his maw and peered down his snout to tell Cassius just how much he disliked his putrid touch, the witch spoke, “Man Leo, you're really letting go huh? I mean, taking a dive in the dump? Goats do that right? They eat trash.”

Leo’s jaw hung, gaping wordlessly. A series of unattractive, sputtering scoffs escaped before his mouth snapped shut and his face flushed with unprecedented anger. Not only did the witch insult his integrity as a satyr, he had the gall to slight his credibility as a fashionable and well-groomed individual. “You, dickweed,” the venom dripped from the word as if it was the most vulgar slur imaginable.

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Character Portrait: Aubrey Evans Character Portrait: Barry Howell
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Barry Howell

Barry adjusted and then readjusted his new line of Ravish me Red, Blood Scented Lipgloss ‘a must have for any vampire looking for love’ on the freshly stocked shelves until the tubes were pleasantly symmetrical. Satisfied, he glanced around his rather avant-garde and, quite frankly, empty boutique. Business was surprisingly slow for a Friday, the bell at the storefront had rung only once today, and that costumer had long since gone. Slow days weren’t all that bad, however. Barry smirked to himself as he strode towards the glass door. Who was going to miss him if he popped next door for a tick?

Barry’s smirk only widened as he entered the 50’s styled bakery, a cheerful tune floating from the radio in the back. “Good afternoon Sasha’s Sweets!” Barry’s rich baritone reverberated in the near-empty bakery; the few seated customers hardly spared him a second glance. He idly wondered where the rest of the town was as he wandered behind the counter.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” An amused voice drifted from the kitchen doorway.

“I’ve come to sabotage my rival’s business,” Barry barely managed to stifle the grin that threatened to split his face.

“Rival? We cater to two completely different demographics,” Sasha was far less skilled at hiding her amusement.

“Your delicious treats are stealing all my customers!” Barry threw his hands up in mock exasperation, “‘I need some more transformation-proof mascara, but, oh! Look at that gorgeous mint green macaroon!’ Like moth to a flame, I tell ya.” Sasha giggled, wrapping her translucent arms around his neck and pulled him down for a chaste kiss.

“Dork.”

“Loser.”

Barry’s grin remained as he followed his girlfriend back into the backroom. Inside the relatively small kitchen, Barry spotted the young Aubrey slaving over what would no doubt be a mouthwateringly good cake. “And how’s my favorite Girlfriend’s Employee today?”

The tell-tale ping of the customer service bell rang and Sasha tilted her head towards the kitchen door. “Aubrey, would you be a dear? I have a new recipe I’d like Barry to try out.” The playful smirk she offered him curled around the word ‘recipe’, and he most certainly knew what that was code for. Barry let himself be tugged further into the kitchen; mid-afternoon makeouts were a far cry better than manning an empty boutique.

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A N U B I S
After a morning filled with embalming and painting up the newly departed for the afternoon funerals, Anubis finally found time to record where each soul traveled or if they reentered the body and joined the living. He wrinkled his snout in disgust. In the past week alone, half of the dead bodies that filtered into his mortuary rose to gallivant with the living. Anubis was determined to figure out why the youth abhorred death so much, which lead to his meticulous record keeping.

Unfortunately after half a century, he still couldn't find a pattern among the newly risen. Atheism wasn't a factor because atheists did not believe in any supernatural hoodoo. Religion helped aid in the dead staying dead. Gender and race held no answers. Nor did social standing. It was a frustrating business for the ancient god.

Huffing to himself, Anubis shelved the 50th volume of dead and checked on the bodies resting in their satin coffins. He preferred sarcophagi with their ornate, regal beauty, but no one in this town truly respected death. All the townsfolk wanted was a dolled up cadaver and a boring funeral that ended with a disgrace of a party afterward at the home of the newly deceased's home. No one respected tradition.

Satisfied that none of the bodies were going to reanimate, Anubis reapplied his flawless turquoise eyeliner that accentuated his canine eyes and shrugged on his well-loved leather jacket. He decided to stock up on cosmetics and soap at Joie de Vivre. The dead required multiple baths and make-overs. If they weren't hygienic in life, Anubis was determined to purge the disgusting filth life tried to cling onto their bodies.

Driving on his sleek, golden moped, he parked in front of Barry's store only to realize that the slacker had closed up shop. Shaking his head, Anubis walked over to Sasha's Sweets to antagonize Barry and indulge in the sugary goodness of Sasha's red velvet cupcakes. Entering the bakery, Anubis smiled contently, the retro 50's décor always put the god to ease. He fell into line behind the customer in front of him, although he didn't recognize the man, Anubis shrugged it off. The town's population was constantly fluctuating; it was the nature of supernatural hotspots.

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Barry Howell

Barry’s tail swished across the countertop, “Just ruined an entire cake.” Barry stretched out, paws kneading the countertop and began licking the frosting from the tiny pixie, careful to avoid her wings with his rough tongue. Barry hummed to himself, tail swishing contently; Aubrey really did make the best icing. The feline moved on to the pixie’s fiery hair, hoping the impromptu groom session would suffice as an apology for the rough handling, only to come away sputtering, tongue covered in hair. Barry stumbled back on his haunches and frantically scrubbed at his maw. He quickly lost his balance and tumbled behind the counter. A pink and very human head popped up in the feline’s stead and continued sputtering, pulling thin red threads from his mouth. “Oh, ugh, never again. That was a horrible idea.”

Sasha’s mocking laughter could be heard from the kitchen where she disposed of the ruined cake and was beginning on another. Barry stuck his tongue out at the kitchen doorway and pulled another hair from his mouth. “Nah, it’s really not that big a deal, Sash is starting up another as we speak.” Glancing up, he noticed the large jackal standing next in line, Barry grinned, “Oh, hey, Jackie. We having the ush, today?”