𝔅𝔲𝔣𝔣𝚢 𝓢𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯𝚜៹ ࣪ 𓈒 †⠀

Angelo Conti

30 year old
Bar owner with a secret side hustle.

Original Character / Roleplay Account

As the sun set low upon the horizon, the slayer made her way through the graveyard, twirling the stake between her fingers. It had been a long week of fighting the forces of evil but everyone else was at the Bronze having fun.

She, however, was not having any of that sort of fun.

- good at multitasking, eyes roaming around the bar for a moment to look out for anything suspicious before turning her gaze back to the girl. “I’m Buffy by the way.”

- chuckle and taking a slow sip of her drink. “Haven’t seen you around here before and I come here a lot, what’s your story?”

Hopefully that sounded kind and getting to know-ish and not the whole I gotta watch out for you cause you fit the killer’s bill sorry of question. Thankfully Buffy was -

Thankful that the young lady took up her offer to join, Buffy let the inward worry calm down and fade away…mostly. It was still a rough situation to be involved in all around, but having this girl close would at least keep one person out of harm’s way.

“Hello yourself,” she said with a soft -

“Really? Well one point for me being so creative.” Slipping her hands into her front pocket, she smiled up at him, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

“Your brother sounds like an interesting guy. You two close?”

⋆ 𓂅 ⬪ 𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗟𝗬 —— 𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 ，
at the 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 𓍯 in 𝐓𝐇E 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙐𝙀,
struggling with the 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 that
𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴, 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼. ꒥ ✰ 𓆪

- in town. She definitely didn’t. But she had been to the Bronze enough to know the regulars and this girl was out of place. Not only that but she would be easy prey if the perpetrator decided to show up.

Lifting her hand in a little wave, she offered a smile.

- everyone else busy, she was on her own for this one.

It was a nice change of pace though, being on her own and not having to worry about anyone else.

Looking up, she watched as a blond woman walked through the doors, one that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t so say that she knew everyone -

- earning a reputation for herself.

With a sigh, she placed her cheek on her palm. Usually they didn’t leave so many dead bodies out in the open for real police to stumble on. The town was used to weird shit, but this was a new level of ruthless killings she had to investigate. With -

- prepared to open the gates for himself. They ran rampant then, only brought under some kind of control by herself and friends.

Even though their numbers had dwindled a bit, they were still a threat to the town and those nearby. Buffy took to the nights to hunt them, taking them out and -

- on. There was no place for her to be out of sorts so she would make it last. There had been an uptick in vampire killings lately, making the hair on the back of her neck stick up just thinking about it. It took her back to times when she first moved to Sunnydale, back when the Master ruled and -

With the days of high school officially behind her, nights at the Bronze with her friends were few and far between. Walking through the doors of the old run down building reminded her of them nevertheless, good times and bad.

She perched on a stool of the bar, ordering a rum and Coke to sip -

- the lady or some of the others around her.

“I’m Buffy, by the way. Didn’t expect to be surrounded by a bunch of nerds on day one of the tour.”

- delight you see in front of you. All back no bite as far as I can see though, I think you’re in the clear…just don’t ask too many weird questions and you’ll be fine.”

It was as much of a recommendation for him as it was for her. After all, she had a ton of weird things to ask -

- speak to her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, his voice low and a bit sultry as he tried to hide it from their guide.

A smile tugged at the corner of her lip as she stepped closer, adjusting the bag on her shoulder and clicking her tongue against her teeth.

“So far she’s been the absolute -

- the woman leading the fray. He was handsome, that was for sure, but she couldn’t let that deter her from her search for the truth in the case. After all, they probably wouldn’t ever see each other again and that would be for the best…considering her history.

But when he bent down a little to -

- investigate, almost by drive alone. There was a familiarity in her work that grounded her, and being able to see a potential school at the same time seemed like a great way to juggle things for now.

As the taller male moved to stand close to her, she looked up at him for a moment and back to -

- maybe more school.

As much as she promised herself that her time away from Sunnydale would be spent relaxing and regrouping to figure out her next steps in life, she found herself one more entangled in the supernatural. A string of unsolved deaths spoken of by locals at the bar brought her to -

- would be able to move past now or ever really.

This was different though, she had to keep reminding herself of that. Graduating, though even that had been a chaotic mess, meant freedom from the confines of school. She had more time on her plate now, time for…well -

- turned her life upside down in the last few years, leading to more than her fair share of tragic love and loss. Finding a way to balance her life as a teenager with desire for a boyfriend and a social life along with her responsibilities had turned out a major failure, one she wasn’t sure she -

- reminiscent of the time she ran away, living off as little as she needed to survive, much different from the life she led growing up. Back then she hadn’t wanted for anything, always spoiled with exactly the things she needed and wanted.

Oh how times had changed.

Becoming 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 had -

Arriving on time to the campus tour was easy when she didn’t have much else to do. The small motel room she stayed in was run down, something she was only able to afford thanks to her summer job as a waitress at a local bar. Thankfully she’d had the night before off to plan for this.

It was -

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘"

♧ 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

written by #𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒂