Street where the riches of ages are sold (OPEN)

[kleptofaeniac]

A: Barnet

Kenzi and Jennifer weren't friends by any stretch of the word. Acquaintances was a closer definition but even then, they didn't run in the same circles. The only reason she even knew Jennifer was the girl found dead in Barnet was she might... be following police intel. For a friend.

It was weird for her to be doing something that wasn't outright for her own self interest but it was shockingly helpful. After all, once she heard the description of the Jane Doe it was only a matter of time before her research and connections (however small they might be) told her one thing.

Jennifer - a Circle Midnight witch - was dead, killed by someone invested in the Redbright takeover in Barnet. Kenzi hoped that nobody from Circle Daybreak, The Night Council, or any vampires would go where Jennifer lived and take things. She didn't think they'd be that stupid - or that smart.

So Kenzi went in the morning, when everyone was headed to work and acted as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Confidence would get you access to more things than fake badges. But she had one of those too just in case.

It would be a tough sell, though. Considering she was wearing stiletto leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs, and had green threaded through her very black hair. Not a cop, by any stretch.

But that didn't stop her from breaking the seal of tape and touching her little wooden key-chain to the door. There was the tell-tale click of locks being undone, by the sound of how many there were - it seemed like Jennifer either had something pretty valuable inside or was super paranoid.

Well, she did get murdered after all. Maybe she wasn't so paranoid.

Kenzi spends a good portion of her time frame that she allowed herself roaming around the apartment and stuffing things she wants into her backpack. Hey, Jennifer wasn't going to be using them anymore. Might as well make sure they stayed out of Redbright's hands in the meantime. A few books for magic, almost all her jewelry and her little black contact book that had all the phone numbers a witch could ask for.

Maybe there was something important in there?

Kenzi is leaving the apartment with her backpack filled to the brim and going straight for her car.

B: Portobello Road - Friday

It was a cheap gimmick, and something that usually only got the stupid people and tourists interested - but that was what she wanted. It was easy to fleece someone who was too busy listening to what she was saying about how fascinating their life line was to notice her lifting their watch or hand jewelry. And it didn't hurt that she asked for 16 quid before even speaking to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be shy. Come, see what the future has in store for you and your loved ones!"

She had a little stall on the market road, something her cousin had hooked her up with. It was all decked out in exactly what you would expect from a Russian fortune teller, except she was about fifty years too young to make it especially hokey.

Kenzi was dressed like a hippy. Not a scrap of black on her, and her make-up was done so as to look as natural and flower-child-y as possible. To top it off, she was wearing an ashy blonde wig with some stuff woven into the hair.

She might also be selling knockoff charms to normal people. They're in the approximation of the real charms that she makes, but they're completely useless. Still, a witch or someone who knows her work might recognize them.

C: Late Night Munchies

There was a plus to living in London. There was always something open and ready to serve you greasy, disgusting food. Which was exactly what Kenzi wanted late at night after working in her shop all day long. She might just be making Day and Moonlight Jewelry and other little charms and sundry items that she sells to people who want them, but she is only one witch. And that means constantly flexing her magical muscles for a whole day makes her exhausted, and starving too.

She's sitting inside a little pizza place, whose front of house is so small they only have room for a counter to order at and chairs along the walls and front windows to sit at while you wait for your food.

Kenzi is dicking around on her phone when suddenly, her nose starts to bleed. Yet another lovely side affect of not having a coven.

D: W-W-WILDCARD!!

Make your own up if you feel up to it!

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ARADIA

[kleptofaeniac]

[Kenzi is not an exorcist by any stretch of the imagination. But that doesn't stop her from pretending to be one!

She has a jar that she is lying shamelessly about being an actual Ghost Jar, but it's not like the apartment manager knows that. All Kenzi knows is that this woman is dead convinced that there is a ghost haunting the apartment she wants to lease and she can't just go and let someone live there without trying to cleanse the space, can she?

Kenzi would personally just lie by omission to whoever wanted to live in the place and consider it a done deal. But she'll also gladly pretend to know more about ghosts than she does.]

Hmmm, yes I can feel the spiritual energy here.

[She's affecting some kind of Serbian accent that she copied from her grandmother's legit one so it sounds more ... authentic than any other fakey voice. But it's still incredibly theatrical.

Kenzi closes her eyes and inhales deeply, as if tasting the air, and nods slowly.]

Ah. You were not wrong. There are lingering energies here.

[Kenzi takes a sage stick out of her bag and lights it to get it smoking. And then starts speaking in gibberish.

The witch language itself doesn't sound dissimilar, but ho-boy this is not that. It's all garbled tongues and....some pig-latin mixed in there for flavor.

Kenzi gets louder and louder as she speaks, getting more and more dramatic as she does so before collapsing on the floor as if suddenly having a fit.

When she gets up, she gasps and looks around bewildered before looking to the apartment manager herself, who is standing at the door looking quite into Kenzi's performance.]

You must leave! The spirit may possess your weak-willed body! Go! Seal the threshold!

[The woman looks as if she's confused before Kenzi gestures wildly to the door.]

The door, child, the door! Quickly!

[Despite the woman being a good twenty years older than Kenzi, she does as she's commanded and the instant the door is closed Kenzi drops the act and sighs.

Time to get to work.

After all, she explained how the ghost jar worked. She had to make it look real. A little dry ice and a sparkling charm shoved in there would be convincing enough.

Both of which were in her bag on the table.]

NANCY

[kleptofaeniac]

[A large pepperoni with extra cheese and some boxed Zin was all Kenzi needed to bring besides her fabulous self. Kenzi's hands were a bit overburdened with the aforementioned finery so she kicked at Nancy's door in the semblance of a knock.]

Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?

[She thinks she's funny, Nancy.]

A

[detectiveofthewest]

And running right into Heiji, who had a similar idea but hadn't actually been planning on removing things from the girl's apartment.

"Somehow I don't think the cops'd appreciate you doin' that," he said, motioning to Jennifer's things. Well... not that the police would get much use out of it, though. Probably just dismiss it as part of the delusions of an unusual girl living on the cultural fringe. If not a Satanist. Lol cops.

"You a friend?"

A

[acrookedchild]

Abigail had tracked down the girl she'd seen killed. The news had been helpful enough, providing her name, and Abby knew enough to do the rest. She'd visited the parents and introduced herself. They'd thanked her for coming forward to tell the police what she'd seen. It was more than they could have asked of someone, they said. But she knew they'd rather she'd been the one killed. She couldn't blame them. Any parent would.

Talking to people was easy, especially comforting them.

It hadn't been hard to find out where she'd lived. After that...

Well. She couldn't really say what her plan was. Maybe she wanted to see if the Night Council would try to clean things up or if Redbright would show an interest in the place. So, she'd watched the place as nonchalantly as she could, enjoying a cup of coffee somewhat frequently nearby, making it part of her walks. Little things.

Which meant that a car outside of it caught her attention. So, she waited on the porch across the street, pretending to check her phone. She wanted to see who came out, and she could make it look like she was waiting for someone inside the building she was in front of. Perfectly normal.

Then...

That girl had been at Redbright's party. She'd claimed to not have a side. So why the hell was she taking things out of the building? Because it definitely couldn't be a coincidence. As the girl drew a bit nearer to her car, Abby stepped off the porch across the street and called out.

"Hey!" She hurried over, not sure the other wouldn't just book it to the car and drive. But she slammed her hand down on the hood of the car when she reached it, staying on the opposite side. "Who are you?"

B

[mensrea]

There was a short line to the stall when Stiles wandered down the road. Head buried in his smartphone, he distractedly gets in the queue behind a young couple to wait. He is, naturally, under the very mistaken impression that this is a food stall. So when it’s finally his turn and he’s stepping up, it is in absolute mortification that he realizes Kenzi owns the stall. The not food stall. That he has been waiting in line for. For about fifteen minutes.

“Sixteen quid!?” he balks, because what else can he say? There’s no way in hell he’ll admit he’s not here to have his fortune told. “So this is how you can afford champagne like that.”

He still has no idea she stole it.

C

[emotioneater]

By Cooper's internal clock, it was mid-morning for him. Though he often forgets to eat if he didn't have to, he does occasionally attempt to act more like a human being instead of a blood-craving monster. He's sitting in a chair, sipping on a soda in a glass bottle, when Kenzi's nose starts to bleed.

If a shark can smell a drop of blood from three miles away, Cooper can definitely smell a bloody nose in close quarters. The reaction is almost immediately. His pupils shrink and the grip around his bottle tightens. It's a struggle not to get up from his seat and sink his fangs into her neck right then and there. His self-control wars with his instincts all the way up until the glass shatters under his grip, leaving shards in his hands and soda sprayed all over. "Oh hell..." He grumbles to himself. Things keep getting better and better.

B

[eyeforaneye]

Sasuke's been inspecting the charms for no less than ten minutes, or at least allegedly so. It's his lunch break and he left work with the intention of buying a phone charger (it's already in his pocket) and not much else, so the distraction is a welcome one to keep him out of the office for a little while longer. He's overheard at least two readings so far as an added bonus.

"... that wig doesn't suit you." Finally, he speaks.