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Bonnie had somehow migrated herself across the area towards the pond, still entranced by the magic of this cavern. She didn't even think to question how they got there, how any of this could exist. She just choked it up to being 'magical bullshit' and went on her way.

Just as Darnies approaches her and Neirie, the young vampire was inspecting a very colorful looking frog. She knew enough not to touch it, of course, but that didn't stop her from poking it with a blade of grass. Her head spun around at just the sound of the word smoke, face lighting up and in an instant, she was standing in front of Darnies.

"Duuude FUCK yes. I haven't had jack shit since, well, this whole vampire thing's been keepin' me from gettin any cash money yanno. Weed's expensive n'shit." Bonnie commented, rubbing her hands together. She had no recollection of the conversation much less interaction Darnies had just had with the others, and Bo wasn't exactly the best at noticing social cues either. Though it came off more as down to earth than ignorant, she just didn't like to pester people to talk to her. She knew they'd come to her when they were ready, and they almost always did. Bo was always the therapy friend, or at least the hype woman. After all those times hyping up her friends at those school parties, she should get a job as a life coach or something.

Regardless, Bo was ready for this blood weed. Whatever that meant, anyways. "Oh yeah, how the hell are ya gettin' like, blood into this shit? Does it make it taste better? Or - or, shit does it like make you MORE high? That would be so rad. Though this place would be a good spot for some shrooms, to be honest bro." The vampire rambled, glancing around the colorful cavern, moving some of her dirty blonde hair out of her face.

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Just as Bonnie attempted to make her great escape, hoping to be free of this band of weirdos and their very talkative bad vibes, she felt the jab at her side. Bo turned around with a confused expression, which only shifted to light annoyance as this man started to scold her for whatever reason. Of course, to someone who was well equipped with vampire etiquette - or perhaps, supernatural etiquette in general - they would agree with him. But to Bo this was just another person trying to tell her what to do.

"'Ey ey, fuckin' cool it with the lecture, will ya? You're not my dad, bro." Her hands went up, not really sure why or what he was going on about. Bo's red eyes squint and flicker up and down Simon, her mouth frowning into a pout as she shoves her hands into her jean pockets.

She turned around and peeked at the fallen hunter, a tilt of her head soon followed by a shrug of her shoulders. "As far as I'm concerned that weirdo doesn't know how to do anything else BUT preach." She responded to Simon once more. No further mention of her young appearance, she was quite young in both vampire and human years. Though how they were able to tell was not knowledge she knew or cared about.

Bonnie didn't think to follow them at first, not only did she have no questions to ask, but really was weirded out by this group of supernaturals. Yet, there was something enticing about that, all the shenanigans they would get into.. such a ragtag group.. maybe there'd be some unfortunate humans who got in the fray. Free food right? It wasn't until Neirie had asked her to come along did Bo finally make her decision. She shrugged again, that crooked smile on her face widening, and followed the others down the alleyway. "Aiight, well, if you WANT me to come, got nothin' better to do anyways." Not even giving the dumpster a second glance.

The vampire was new to most supernatural happenings, all of the magic that Darnies seemed to perform was pretty mind boggling to her. She had no idea why she was trusting any of them, or where any of this was going to lead. But Bonnie wasn't exactly the type to question such things for long. Besides, tree slide! "Woah.. sick." She chuckled, that calm surfer dude down-to-earth attitude peeking through as she watched the others slide down this seemingly magical tree opening.

Of course, unlike her new friends, Bo's landing was not the most graceful. She wooted as she tumbled into the grass, snickering, eventually on her back staring up at the glowing cavern walls. Eyes lit up, immediately taken by the beauty around them. "Holy shit dude! What is this place?? It's like, that one music festival I went to in Toronto... or what I remember of it anyways." She giggled, fixing her beanie and quickly standing on her feet, soon by the others with remarkable speed. It didn't take her too long to get distracted again, eyeing their new tree like companion, but mostly checking out some glowing flowers, picking at the petals.

She tuned back into their conversation at the mention of interrogation. Her head lifted up to look towards the group, nose scrunched at the reminder that they came here for a reason. "Do we all like, gotta go in there? I'd rather be out here with all this shit, I mean, come on, this is RADICAL." Bonnie poked at the flowers again, hoping they wouldn't ask her to follow them. Though the fancy waterfall area did sound kind of cool... it probably wouldn't take too much convincing on her end to get her to leave with the others.

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Bonnie couldn't take the silence and seriousness for too long. Watching everyone else react equally as seriously, the young vampire was bemused by the whole thing. She listened to the hunter's speech, her red eyes darting between the others who responded to it. That one dude seemed to start sparking, eyes turning green. The air just boiled with tension.

A short pause ensued, the lack of noise was deafening and eerie. A confused expression on her face as the gothic woman stepped in front of her, Bo looked down at her sleeves again as the Hunter mentioned them with such vigor. What was his deal anyways? She had no idea, as far as she was aware he just had a bone to pick with everyone in the bar. She knew about Hunters, or at least heard about them in passing, but never encountered one herself. Bo had started to wonder if they were even a real thing. Luckily for her, she was just so oblivious to her past transgressions she had no clue how many times she narrowly missed getting herself killed. The girl was smart, for sure, but her carefree nature allowed for all sorts of shenanigans.

Soon, a smile forms on her face. Bonnie bursts into a short fit of snorts and snickering, a sharp break to the silence.

"Whatever, dude. You guys are like super fuckin' weird." She commented through her laughter, a hand raised up in correlation to her words while the other held her chest. Her beanie just barely peeking out from behind Neirie as she shoved her hands back in her pockets and started to walk towards the back door, the one she came out of. "I'm just gonna scram, bros. Too much fuckin' drama here, I swear." Bonnie commented. Clearly she had no recollection or understanding of how dangerous Vanja likely was. Though there were 3-4 other people around her who would likely step in if he tried anything, she didn't seem to care much for the theatrics. This would surely come to bite her in the ass later, unbeknownst to her.

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Of course, poor Bonnie wasn't adept enough to notice what everyone else had already figured out. Her eyes widened at the mention of her appearance. She sat up in her chair, glanced down to her sleeves, a slight squint then frown. Then she quickly rolled her sleeves up to hide the cuffs, putting on a toothy grin. Her sentence started with a chuff of a laugh, trying to play the whole situation off.

"I dunno what you're going on about, man. It's just like, dirt or whatevs." Bo said, sounding far too relaxed than she realistically should be. After all, there were no real consequences now that she was some kind of immortal creature, right? Though she was always a fake it till you make it kind of gal. Even then, she seemed to behave well under pressure, always keeping her composure calm and cool. Didn't mean she disliked a good fight now and then, Bonnie was always ready to throw hands over a body by the 7/11.

She couldn't for the life of her get a read on this weirdo though, everyone around him seemed perturbed. Her senses were pretty shit, so trying to figure out what his deal was wouldn't help her in any way. Regardless, she could feel the tension in the air change, something was going to happen, and it didn't feel good. At least that one dude had the courage to try and distract him, but it didn't seem to sway the Hunter off her tail.

That was when the others started to approach her. The young vampire was silent, glancing between Chasa and Neirie, two seemingly competent if not kind of hot women. Their offering puzzled the young vampire, she raised an eyebrow as she glanced between the weird sharp-eyed man, and the other two. Seemed like they were all perturbed by the state of her sleeves, and Bonnie wasn't interested in making people uncomfortable. Though the slightly oblivious skater girl she was, she had no idea what the real threat of a Hunter figuring out her Supernatural tendencies was.

Her arms crossed over her chest, she fixed her beanie, then shrugged and stood up.

"Uhh, If it's some kinda bar rule thing, could just like, leave. I'm kind of short on clothes n'such. Unless you bros are like, totes bent up on my dirty sleeves then I'll get'em wet for you." Bonnie said with a short laugh, shoving her hands into the pockets of her baggy jeans. She would rather just get herself out of there if it was bothering people enough, again feigning true ignorance to the threat at hand. If anything that weirdo should be the one leaving, but Bonnie at least tried to know how to pick her fights. Therefore, the solution to her seemed to be to just get the heck out of dodge.

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Bonnie let out a slight snicker at Darnies' comment, adjusting herself as her arms leaned on the back of the chair.

"Legit, bro. Cheers to that. Fuckin' piss-babies can't even hold their brew, man." She was still holding her cigarette at this point, absolutely not abiding to any rules that might be set. She had no idea what this place was, it's relationship to the supernatural, or anything. Especially the few others who happened to turn up, likely after hearing the less than savory bar fight. Bo couldn't blame them, that's why she was in there too, right?

Regardless, the young vampire was certainly intrigued by some of the other patrons. One of which seemed to be causing some tension, but she didn't seem to really care that much.

The vampire did, however, notice the strikingly dressed woman who approached the broken window. Something about her was just, different. Not the clothes, Bo thought those were pretty cool, but it was like, a weird sense thing. She felt strange for thinking that, was this a vampire thing? Either way things felt.. awkward. So Bo did what any charismatic person would do and tried to solve this weirdness.

"You dudes gonna just stand out there like the place is runnin' with roaches or somethin'?" She said, a hand tossed out, her grey sweatshirt sleeves poking through the oversized t-shirt, the cuffs stained with blood. Her disregard for her appearance was pretty telling, but her attitude made it work. "At least come inside or whatevs. 'supposed to rain later." Her red eyes went towards the Goth chick, a sort of beckoning look came across, as if asking her to come in and say hello. She'd probably just ask her eventually but things seemed so tense, the knife was barely cutting the thickness of the air.

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"Come on you stupid- fucking thing- GET IN THE TRASH!" The young raspy voice cursed in the alleyway behind Saints And Sinners, finally flipping the heavy plastic lid up and dropping a rather suspicious and heavy looking trash bag into the dumpster with a loud thud. Bonnie was never good at hiding her meals, but this time she actually put effort into trying. Trying is the key word here. Who knows how she didn't get maimed last time she tried to do this, leaving a dead body at a now crime scene in the suburbs of college town was probably not her smartest move. Yet somehow, she got away with it. Bo was charming if not oblivious. She made sure to at least chop it up this time, and stuffed the bag with an assortment of drywall and leaves. Just in case someone pokes at it.

Her red eyes gazed into the dumpster, squinting. She fixed the beanie on her head and jumped up onto the side with surprising ease, reaching her foot in to sort of jostle the garbage around. A crooked smile spread as Bo admired her handywork.

"That'll do pig." She chuffed, then jumped back down, the top of the bin causing her to flinch as it closed loudly. She winced, looked around, hope no one saw that, then shrugged.

Bonnie was still getting used to this whole vampire thing, it was actually more fun than she had thought. Staying up all night, skating all night, drinking people's blood, it was pretty cool in her books. She leaned up against the wall, near the back door to the bar, and pulled out a cigarette. A frown appeared, noticing she was running low on cigs. Jostling her pockets for her wallet provided nothing else helpful, she was pretty low on cash too. Bo scoffed, a puff of smoke escaping her lips.

That's when she heard the fighting, furniture falling on the floor was loud but, those vampire ears of hers know a good bar fight when she heard one. Bonnie quickly peeked inside as some patrons left the door open, pushing her dirty blonde hair out of her face to get a better look. "Holy shit dude.." She chuckled, her fists balled up like a giddy school girl watching the fight. She had no context but Bo didn't care. At least until the two involved started chatting, that's when she was able to pick up more information. She attempted to get herself through the door, trying not to fall flat on her ass at the same time, though she was anything but stealth as she picked up one of the fallen chairs to sit on.

"Bro that was fuckin' sick! Well, for a bar fight anyways. Better then the petty ass shit those groms in college town could muster." She cackled with the enthusiasm of a surfer dude straight off the coast of california. Bonnie rarely gave an introduction, but she was here now, snubbing her cigarette out on the back of her hand.

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Bo Willard

Name: Bonnie “Bo” Willard
Age: Appears 21
Supernatural Race: Vampire
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian/Half Romanian
Appearance: Vampire tattoo is on her back, in between her shoulder blades. Just breathes skater girl vibes.

Face Claim - Cara Delevingne

Personality: Bonnie is a tomboy from birth, cool-headed, always skatin’, maybe steals something from the local 7/11. She’s got that hipster teenage spirit. Bo is super friendly, talkative, a total extrovert, loves meeting new people and enjoys a good party. She might sound like the rowdy type at first, but she won’t fight unless someone gets in her way, or hurts the people she cares about. She’s a bit all talk and no bite at times (pun intended), but not for nothing, Bo won’t hesitate to throw some fists with the other vampires in the area if it means she gets a meal. She’s a bit lazy, doesn’t like to do work, and certainly wouldn’t go close to another educational system without a 10 foot pole. She’s also not the sharpest needle in the haystack, any kind of theoretical or big question conversations go right over her head.

History: Bonnie is a newly born vampire, and It’s going okay. Well, she tries not to think about it for the most part. The whole, sucking people dry of their blood still feels immoral to her, but that insatiable hunger for human blood isn’t so easily ignored. Bonnie was the youngest of 4 older brothers, and lived in Northern California for most of her life.

From the start of her childhood she was always one of the boys, constantly going out to the skate park with her brothers, she hated her name for being so feminine and insisted on being called “Bo.” Her mother’s side of the family immigrated from Romania after the 2nd World War, and she never really got to know that side of the family. Her dad wasn’t exactly the nicest person in the world, and would often force her mother to hide the Romanian culture from their kids. Almost ashamed of it in a way, there was a slightly bad reputation that came with it. Bonnie would never let that slide, however, and managed to get the folk stories out of her mom in secret.
She eventually got kicked out by her parents for what they would describe as “lazy and irresponsible behavior.” But she’ll never admit to it.

Bo would visit the skate park and stay late into the night, and that was where she met another mysterious skater. He was certainly vampiric looking, though she never really seemed to notice, and they hit it off, quickly becoming friends. Before she knew it, he had turned her into one of his own. Albeit, it was rather gruesome, and left her without a sire. She doesn’t like to think about that night.
Took her awhile to adjust to the idea that vampires actually existed. It’s been about two years since she was turned, and she was still struggling with it.

Strengths: Bonnie has the typical powers that come with the species such as enhanced strength, speed, senses, etc. She’s also charismatic, independent, adaptable, overall chill gal, hype man extraordinaire.

Weaknesses: She has the typical Vampire weaknesses. Sunlight doesn’t kill it just badly burns her, wooden stakes will stun but not kill, silver, quite flammable, garlic doesn't do anything, religious imagery only if the user has faith. She’s also lazy, unambitious and reckless. Doesn’t seem to care much about the whole ‘drinking peoples blood might kill them’ thing, though It might be rooted in ignorance more than anything.

Stance: Uncaring. Doesn’t understand the war, and as far as she is concerned, would rather just skate.

Special Power/Skill:
Advanced Speed - In a blink of an eye, she can run from one place to another in a split second. Even faster when using a skateboard or other method of similar transportation. There’s a sort of visible dark trail or dust that follows her whenever it happens.
Wall Crawling - The power to fasten onto and climb vertical and horizontal surfaces without falling.

Other:
Pinterest Board - pinterest.com/sunrayee/bonnie-skater-…
She enjoys playing pranks.
Technically homeless, lives in an abandoned building in town. Blames everything on the asbestos.

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Gotcha. No prob! Definitely going with that newbie vampire vibes. I might even shorten the two years so she's like, EXTRA new.

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Name: Bonnie “Bo” Willard
Age: Appears 21
Supernatural Race: Vampire
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian/Half Romanian
Appearance: Vampire tattoo is on her back, in between her shoulder blades. Just breathes skater girl vibes.

Face Claim - Cara Delevingne

Personality: Bonnie is a tomboy from birth, cool-headed, always skatin’, maybe steals something from the local 7/11. She’s got that hipster teenage spirit. Bo is super friendly, talkative, a total extrovert, loves meeting new people and enjoys a good party. She might sound like the rowdy type at first, but she won’t fight unless someone gets in her way, or hurts the people she cares about. She’s a bit all talk and no bite at times (pun intended), but not for nothing, Bo won’t hesitate to throw some fists with the other vampires in the area if it means she gets a meal. She’s a bit lazy, doesn’t like to do work, and certainly wouldn’t go close to another educational system without a 10 foot pole. She’s also not the sharpest needle in the haystack, any kind of theoretical or big question conversations go right over her head.

History: Bonnie is a newly born vampire, and It’s going okay. Well, she tries not to think about it for the most part. The whole, sucking people dry of their blood still feels immoral to her, but that insatiable hunger for human blood isn’t so easily ignored. Bonnie was the youngest of 4 older brothers, and lived in Northern California for most of her life.

From the start of her childhood she was always one of the boys, constantly going out to the skate park with her brothers, she hated her name for being so feminine and insisted on being called “Bo.” Her mother’s side of the family immigrated from Romania after the 2nd World War, and she never really got to know that side of the family. Her dad wasn’t exactly the nicest person in the world, and would often force her mother to hide the Romanian culture from their kids. Almost ashamed of it in a way, there was a slightly bad reputation that came with it. Bonnie would never let that slide, however, and managed to get the folk stories out of her mom in secret.
She eventually got kicked out by her parents for what they would describe as “lazy and irresponsible behavior.” But she’ll never admit to it.

Bo would visit the skate park and stay late into the night, and that was where she met another mysterious skater. He was certainly vampiric looking, though she never really seemed to notice, and they hit it off, quickly becoming friends. Before she knew it, he had turned her into one of his own. Albeit, it was rather gruesome, and left her without a sire. She doesn’t like to think about that night.
Took her awhile to adjust to the idea that vampires actually existed. It’s been about two years since she was turned, and she was still struggling with it.

Strengths: Bonnie has the typical powers that come with the species such as enhanced strength, speed, senses, etc. She’s also charismatic, independent, adaptable, overall chill gal, hype man extraordinaire.

Weaknesses: She has the typical Vampire weaknesses. Sunlight doesn’t kill it just badly burns her, wooden stakes will stun but not kill, silver, quite flammable, allergy to garlic, religious imagery only if the user has faith. She’s also lazy, unambitious and reckless. Doesn’t seem to care much about the whole ‘drinking peoples blood might kill them’ thing, though It might be rooted in ignorance more than anything.

Stance: Uncaring. Doesn’t understand the war, and as far as she is concerned, would rather just skate.

Special Power/Skill:
Advanced Speed - In a blink of an eye, she can run from one place to another in a split second. Even faster when using a skateboard or other method of similar transportation. There’s a sort of visible dark trail or dust that follows her whenever it happens.
Wall Crawling - The power to fasten onto and climb vertical and horizontal surfaces without falling.

Other:
Pinterest Board - pinterest.com/sunrayee/bonnie-skater-…
She enjoys playing pranks.
Technically homeless, lives in an abandoned building in town. Blames everything on the asbestos.