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Perhaps it was not the smartest decision, but Samuel Avery was too curious to pass up the opportunity. The club was owned by the fae, and he has heard stories of humans disappearing in here (rumors, yes, from a drunken man), but what's even worse is the fact that he had never liked clubs. Not ever. Even in his youth, he hated the idea of them. Everything was dark, everyone was drunk, and people trying to start a conversation while the music was drowning the entire place in what was more of noise to him than anything else was pure nightmare to someone who relished peace above everything else. So why was he in here? For the opportunity of a lifetime to confirm his hatred of clubs and at the same time see what the drunken rumors were all about.

“ I'm sorry? ” Sami asked, more trying to clarify if she was seriously blaming him instead of herself. Of course, he had an inkling that she was serious. Or at least believed herself to be mistake-free, and him the only one who made the error. Club goers, he believed, were always like this. None of them ever thought straight, which was why they were in a dark room trying to validate their existence with random strangers' opinions instead of actually doing something productive in the daylight.

But then something changed his mind, corrected it in a way, though it was more like his cold logic being reminded to take a moment and let his heart approach this situation. She was a young woman whose dress was ruined by a drink. He had a sister, a mother, and more importantly, a lover who had once suffered such an accident. For him, it was nothing important. But he remembered how much Ann wept when her favorite dress was lost to a stain. He did not understand it at the time but now he did. Or at least he thought he did. It wasn't about the dress. It's never about the dress. It was about something else, and realizing the context of a dark room with random strangers and alcoholic drinks, he considered that it must be, “ Are you alright? Do you need help? ”

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Cecelia was sure that someone was following her. From the moment that she had entered emerald enchanted, she had been sure their eyes were on her. hunters was her initial thought. she didn't know for sure though. Which was why she was trying her hardest to keep her distance. If she kept space between the two of them, then she hopefully wouldn't have to deal with any of ... that. She really wasn't in the mood for it.

As she wasn't paying attention, it was easy to bump into someone, her drink spilling down her front. "Shit" Cece snapped, "God! Do you now watch where you're going?" She huffed. She was well aware that it was entirely her fault. She was the one who wasn't watching what she was doing. But Cecelia wasn't about to admit that she was at fault. That was entirely out of character. "Fuck. This dress is completely ruined!"

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“ No, excuse me, ” Samuel Avery found his lips twisted into a smile as soon as his eyes could lay on her being. He had been lost in his own world, his mind a maze of indecisive thoughts regarding which book he should waste his free time on. He had so few of those, what with all his responsibilities at the Daily Dawn as its owner and editor-in-chief. The moments he could steal from the bullpen, he readily spent in the library. He had always found such places perfect sanctuaries for a restless mind such as his.

There was something about her that drew him in. Was he the unfortunately curious moth to her incandescent flame, seconds away from being reduced to cinders should he get any closer? Or the hapless, mindless trout caught by the mouth, about to get reeled in by her fishing line? Either way, it didn't seem like it would end well for him. Then again, when has it ever? It was too early to start worrying about tragic endings. He had survived more than his fair share. Sami would survive another, if this would yet end the same.

When she came back for him, his smile widened. She didn't really leave, not his attention, no, but maybe she should have. For both their sakes. But tragedies don't really become tragedies until the very end. They were still at the beginning, and maybe, just maybe, Sami hoped, this would be something else entirely. He gently shook her head and eventually offered her his hand, “ I don't think so. I wouldn't forget you if we had. I'm Sami. You are? ”

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An innocent trip to pick up a book in the fifteen minutes between finishing her shift at the hotel and the store closing meant that Piper was working on enjoying gentle silences... but she wasn't so good at the stillness-of-thought part. Someone had recommended a hobby that didn't involve another person, so a book seemed the perfect fit.

Besides, signing up for a library card impulsively was right up her alley. As was returning a book four weeks late, but she'd keep that to herself and hope for the best.

"Excuse me, hon," she started in innocence - just a means of moving past them. Or in front of them, rather, through their field of view. Obstructing from the books on display with the intention of slipping right by.

She had given them a polite smile and a quick glance — the same kind given to a stranger at a grocery store when she walks in the same path as them. And then it turns into a whole ordeal where she'd accidentally mimicked the direction they'd chosen to break free of the endless void of time-locked embarrassment.

So a polite smile. But one that forced her to glance back, then turn around slowly, and study the person opposite her. A face so familiar she'd sworn she'd seen them before. In a dream, maybe. Or a former life. Curious familiarity filled her gaze, with brows knitted in fleeting recognition and a mind swimming with a need to put a name to the face.

And now it was rude. And weird.

"Sorry," she excused herself again, breaking free of her quizzical freeze to bring warmth and sincerity to her features. "So sorry... have we met before?"

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who: everyone (open) where: shopping mall (cafe)

“ So, tell me about yourself, ” Samuel Avery mumbled, not even looking up. He had scheduled a meeting with someone he was supposed to interview for a feature article on the Daily Dawn, with the cafe inside the shopping mall as their agreed-upon meeting place. It had already been 30 minutes after their agreed-upon time. Sami had been at the cafe 30 minutes before their agreed-upon time. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement.

Then again, he could've just assigned the piece to someone else. He knew that. He also knew that doing that would've made his day much easier. But despite being the editor-in-chief, not to mention the owner, of the Daily Dawn, he did enjoy doing these things from time to time. Sami was fine working at his desk, in his cushy office, but he was better on the road, getting his hands dirty, so to speak.

In a way, sitting at a cafe in the shopping mall, waiting for his interviewee while typing on his laptop a draft introduction, occasionally sipping a cup of dirty matcha, was getting his hands dirty. If only this person wasn't late. “ ...and by that, I hope you tell me interesting things about yourself. Would make all the waiting worth it. ”

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( rami malek / 43 / he/him ) wait, is that SAMUEL "SAMI" AVERY at the DAILY DAWN again? i heard through a grapevine, that the hunter lays in favor of AVERY and has been in town for THREE YEARS. He currently works as OWNER/EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. Some say he can be OBSESSIVE and STUBBORN, but i thought he was actually WISE and RELIABLE.

B A S I C S

name: samuel "sami" avery species: hunter (human) age: forty three hometown: westray, washington occupation: owner/editor-in-chief of the daily dawn relationship: single sexuality: heterosexual pronouns: he/him

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Sami considers himself an eccentric combination of intellectual and practical qualities. While he values freedom and autonomy, he also craves stability and security. His appreciation for aesthetics drew him to his current job, as he believes it allows him to use his intellect and creativity. He often struggles with intimacy because of his tendency to be detached, despite yearning for a long-term partner.

B I O G R A P H Y

Sami was born to Daniel Avery, a traveling hunter that he never had a good relationship with, and Imani El-Amari, an Egyptian museum director from Cairo. He is the oldest of two, with his younger sister May currently studying how to be a chef in Paris, France. Both of them grew up knowing about their father's true lineage but neither of whom were excited to follow his footsteps.

That was, until Sami lost the love of his life, Ann Cai, to a dark witch. Since that day, he vowed to find her killer and get revenge, not knowing it was a light witch that caused Ann's death and Ann had sacrificed herself to save the same witch's life. Ann had always been kind and compassionate. Sometimes, too much for her own good. Whereas Sami had never been the same, always fixated and obsessed with his plans and the general concept of order.

When he arrived in Westray, he tried to avoid his late father's family, only approaching them whenever he wanted to learn something his old man never taught him. It didn't take him long to take over the Daily Dawn, considering his last name and his actual work experience, having been a journalist himself prior to his arrival in town.

These days, Sami sticks to his duties, biding his time until he can find his lover's killer. He believes Westray to be his best resource in his quest for revenge.

T R I V I A

Sami has rhotacism. He pronounces the letter "r" as the letter "w" when it's in the first syllable but he doesn't have a problem when it's the last syllable (eg, river as "wiver").

Sami studied journalism at the University of Phoenix in Arizona. He had met Ann Cai in Jiufen, Taiwan, when he traveled there for his first assignment writing for an online magazine. She perished in Phoenix, after leaving her home to be with him. They had been together for three years.

Sami's favorite food is shawarma, though he also fancies sushi (with sake), tacos (with tequila), and beef stroganoff (with vodka).

Sami has a pet "dog" named Lily.

Sami can drive but prefers not to.

Sami has a green thumb, with gardening as one of his favorite hobbies.

Sami has allergic rhinitis.

W A N T E D

HIS MOTHER – While his father has already perished, his mother is still out there, having returned to Cairo, where she now works as a museum director once again. She has always been supportive of Sami but does not like the idea of him wasting his time on Ann's killer. “ Let go, my son. Let her, and you, rest. ”

HIS SISTER – May Avery El-Amari is currently using their mother's last name due to her dislike of their father's lineage. She is currently in Paris, France, learning to be a chef from one of its renowned masters. Like her mother, she is supportive of her big brother, too, but also wants to see Ann's killer get justice, having considered her as her sister. In time, she will get the urge to take to the streets and practice her hunter skills. Maybe she'll even visit Westray one of these days. “ Bro, I sent you something. Did you get it yet? ”

HIS ANCHORS – Anyone who can keep him connected to the real world, outside of his vengeful mindset. Sami sometimes forgets he needs friends, maybe even more than friends, to root him in place. “ When was the last time you ate? ”

HIS WRITERS – As the editor-in-chief of the Daily Dawn, Sami works with a lot of writers. Is he a good boss? Are you closer than officemates? Does he eat your yogurt that has a label with your name on it? He probably does. Now, go get him his coffee. “ Wait, what deadline? ”

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JOE with Samuel Avery (Rami Malek, Owner/Editor in Chief of the Daily Dawn, Hunter)