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[elvira lyris fawkes]

Elvira had done everything in her power to make Six Feet Under a possibility. The property had been bare bones when she first looked around it with the retailer, but she had bought it with the money she mysteriously had to her name from various ventures, and spent every day turning the place into the rock club it was now. Some people thought it was Halloween every day down in the underground bar, simply because Elvira had chosen to dress the venue like the very catacombs of hell, sprucing up darkened corners with cobwebs and speakers that let out demonic laughter at various intervals over the ever loud music. It was basically how her mind was every minute of every day. Her life was dark and dangerous, and not at all what people expected when she stepped forward as the owner of the place. She was young, reckless, and unafraid of death. She had been that way since her teenage years. Elvie wasn’t afraid to play dirty or have blood on her hands. Often she jumped the bar and dealt with altercations before the bouncers intervened, revealing to her staff and customers that her life was not that of some business school graduate who just liked heavy metal music and ink. Hell, Elvira didn’t even have a fancy qualification to her name, and she had skipped out on her high school graduation to get drunk with someone she didn’t even know the name of back then.

The night was early, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t busy. She liked working behind the bar with her staff, glowering at anyone who might leer at Miks too long, or boyfriends who might look at though they’d cause Taiden bother for winking when he served their girlfriends. Elvira was protective of her pack, and it didn’t matter if they were actually in the wrong because she would always take their side. It was why she turned a blind eye to Jayden being a year shy of legal age. He did a good job and he was sometimes the only one smiling behind the stone built bar of hers. While the band set up for the night, her regular DJ played the music loud enough that people needed to shout to be heard. Elvira was used to the constant tinnitus now, considering it a homely feeling since everything else she had either burnt to the ground or had been riddled with bullets. Home had gone a long time ago for her, at least the home with sentimental value and happy thoughts. Now she was a hardened shell, cold inside with a lust for a revenge she seemed to be continuously denied. Still, she dreamt of a million torturous ways to avenge Sullivan’s death and each one was more painful, more drawn out than the last.

His picture hung in her back office; one place no one but herself was allowed. If her staff needed to speak with her she took them to a booth on the raised level of the club before or after hours. Her office was her space to scream at the black padded walls, or drink until she blacked out. It was a mess of papers that often went unsigned until absolutely necessary, and empty liquor bottles that she’d clean up only when she tripped on them. Mostly, it was a locked door down a tiny narrow passageway; so narrow people missed it. Sometimes she’d collapse in there after a busy night if she couldn’t be bothered making the trip home to her cold apartment. Tonight was likely going to get busy soon. Elvira spun around to serve the next body learning on the bar, her narrow eyes becoming dangerous slits of jade when she saw who it was. “Haven’t I barred you enough already?” She spat venomously, hands curling into the bar top, only wishing she could curl them into him and throw him out of her club. Ty always came back though.

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TAGGED! Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves
WORDS! 665!
OUTFIT! Wild Woman!
LYRICS! Demons - - - Against The Current
NOTES! <3

[Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves]

Ty wasn't an easy man to get along with and he was well aware of it. He led a double life and it was hard to keep them separated. It hadn't always been that way of course. Once upon a time, he'd had one life, one bad and terrible life. He'd been in a gang, hell, he was still in a gang, but things were different now than they'd been back then. Back then, he'd been a legitimate member of the gang, out there with the rest of them causing chaos throughout the city and especially their neighbourhood. He'd been lucky though to get the deal that he had. And he'd only gotten that because he hadn't technically been caught with anything, he didn't have any sort of convictions to his name and he had walked into the police station without any of the usual gang paraphernalia, including the tattoos that accompanied gang life. He had them, of course he did but they weren't the usual gang initiation ink. In fact, he'd managed to go all that time and only get tattoos that he'd wanted and not ones required of him by the gang's leader.

It was one of the many small miracles that had happened to Ty. The other wasn't so much a miracle as the biggest mistake the universe ever made. He should have been the one to die that night and he lived with the guilt of knowing it. Sure, it had been his best friend's idea to do it all but that was the whole point of survivor's guilt; someone needed to be blamed and the blame could never, ever go on the one who lost their life. The flip side of that, because he would never call it a silver lining, was that he'd become a cop thanks to Sully's murder. Ty had always had a conscious, he'd never really been that bad kid growing up and after that, he'd become a damn good man, even if the Ty Hargreaves everyone knew was one of the worst people in the neighbourhood. His reputation needed to stay that way so he could pull the leader in once and for all. He was almost there and thank Christ for that because he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the lies. He wanted to tell Elvira every god damn second of every useless day.

Needing to tell her but being unable to until it was all done and over with was the reason he went to her club every night and spent the majority of his free time around the place. It had nothing to do with the music or the women dancing around in the tightest, skimpiest outfits made of leather and what honestly looked like chainmail. The club was cool and different and he did like the music but it was the atmosphere that he showed up for. It was all Elvira; even if she hated his guts for being alive and acting the way he had when her brother died. He would hate him, too; hell, he did hate himself. "I don't know. Have we reached triple digits yet?" He asked, shooting a quick wave to Miks as she passed behind the boss. A minute later a beer was set down in front of him by the same girl taking another pass behind the boss and he grinned. They all seemed to know how the game was played but Elvira was determined to continue it instead of just letting him hide out at the bar, watching her every move whilst pretending to be checking out the ladies filling out the crowd.

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Tag || elvira lyris fawkes
Words || 609
Clothes || Undercover Copper
Music || There Goes My Everything --Kane Brown
Notes || <3

[elvira lyris fawkes]

Elvira had slipped into a dark place when Sullivan had died. It was a place she had never truly come out of. She made reckless choices, and didn’t give a damn about what happened to herself. It wasn’t like there was anyone left to care if she lived or died, and Elvira truly only wanted those who had hurt Sullivan to pay. She wanted – and knew – to be clever about it though. That was the only reason why she hadn’t gone in gun blazing years ago and let someone end her in the same way they had taken her brother out of this cruel, gritty world. Six Feet Under was all she had to get out bed for in the morning, the only part of her life that wasn’t steeped in grim darkness. Ironic, she thought, given the club’s aesthetic and vibe. Even her own tastes screamed of the life she had lived and her need for chaos and destruction. Nothing about Elvira suggested that she should be in charge of anything, let alone running her own business. She was disorganised, haphazard, and wild. Nothing could change her. She would never be one in a business suit with her messy hair combed back into a neat bun.

She came from the streets. Her parents hadn’t cared if their children were out all night because it was simply what happened in their neighbourhood. They worked ridiculous hours for next to nothing anyway, and then they came home to fight, drink and pass out. Elvira had lived to follow Sullivan down the wrong path. He had paid the price while she survived to watch him die, and then to see her parents burn alive as their home went up in flames in an attempt on her life. They weren’t going to scare her off so easily. She assumed that’s why Ty was still around. A reminder, a warning that they could always get to her no matter what. Well, she didn’t care. Their reminder was a guy who quickly forgot his own name if she pushed him against a wall. It was a power play, a way of getting out her anger and yet still hating the man for betraying her the way he did. She needed him and he stabbed her in the back.

Elvira’s glare darkened when Ty wound up with a drink in his hand. She knew her staff found it amusing to see her buttons pushed by Ty. She’d fire them all for it, but they were good staff and she actually liked them. She only hired people she knew she would like behind her bar. Still, they could piss her off sometimes. “You know that happened a long time ago.” She scowled, ignoring the guy behind Ty who was trying to get Elvie’s attention for a drink. She wasn’t doing anything until she knew what Ty wanted. “New York has a hundred clubs, why the fuck are you in mine?” The persistent guy behind Ty leaned in closer, still waving his hand and Elvira snapped. “Buddy, wave at me one more time and I will break that hand right the fuck off!”

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TAGGED! Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves
WORDS! 531!
OUTFIT! Wild Woman!
LYRICS! Demons - - - Against The Current
NOTES! <3