Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Cara and Colin
Where: Their townhouse
When: Around 11pm

Colin had come straight home from Becky's, grabbed a bottle of blood from the fridge and headed down to his room in the basement. He didn't know if Cara was still at work or not. He really wasn't feeling very social right now.

What he really wanted to do was get drunk and pass out and to stop thinking about all of this. Instead, his mind was all too clean.

His sister was a wreck, alone and blaming herself for what had happened to him and Robbie. "Fuck," he cursed, flopping down on his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

And Becky knew he was a crazy vampire now. "Fuck."

He took a drink of the blood and sighed again. What a mess.

Who: Spence and Syri
When: Late Evening
Where: Some bar

They'd arranged to meet to discuss strategy for their job the following day, Syri didn't mind the late night meeting. She'd arrived early, gotten herself a rum and diet coke and scalped a seat at a table in the corner and away from others so they could talk more freely without being overheard. She dressed her character of Switch; black torn jeans with heeled boots, a deep red blouse with a form fitted black vest and black leather fitted jacket.

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Who: Dylan and Moria
When: Afternoon
Where: Phoneland

Dylan snuck into the back on lunch and dialed up the phone to call Moria. She wasn't sure if her friend was going on the camping trip that was being talked about in circles just outside of her, but she was curious.

Moira was in her room, trying to decide if a new hair style was in order when her cell phone rang. She picked up her Envy and grinned. "Dylan! Sup, girl?" she asked, sitting down on her bed.
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Who: Dorian and Aiden
When: Nighttime
Where: Dorian's apartment

It was pretty late by the time Aiden and Jules returned home from eating out. Things had been okay, though Aiden was still feeling a tad bit tense from the whole experience. He was sure he was going to go through a barrage of emotions before he finally accepted the major shift his life was about to take. And he needed someone to talk too about it. Or at least get some advice from. And there was really only one person he trusted. After dropping Jules off, he told her he was going out to get more cigarettes, but rather than going to the gas station, he drove to Dorian's, texting quickly while on his way.

hey. you at home or work?

With nothing exciting going on, Dorian was at home, chilling on the couch and watching television. It didn't bother him to have a lazy night, though he was glad to hear from Aiden. Company was always better than sitting around and doing nothing. I'm at home. What's up? he sent back. He had the feeling he'd hear back in seconds or Aiden would show up on his door step. Neither was a problem.

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Who: Becky and Colin
When: After Nightfall
Where: Becky's home


Becky was in the process of changing Amy for bed. It was getting late, well after dark now and the little girl already looked like she was groggy. "The sleepy time bug is coming after you, huh?" Becky cooed, fastening her daughter's diaper in place and fastening the snaps on her outfit. Lifting her from the changing table, she took hold of the diaper and dropped it in the diaper genie. Thank heaven for the inventor of that thing. Walking over to the crib, she lay the baby down carefully and reached up to turn on the mobile.

That's when she thought she saw him. Colin. But no, it wasn't. She knew it wasn't. But still, she glanced over her shoulder at the window, nothing but the curtain blowing in the breeze. She frowned a little at that and turned back to Amy. "I think mommy is losing her marbles." she sighed.

Who: Monica and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: Afternoon

From the first sobering moments in Monica's morning she began thinking about the guy at the bookstore and how she had vowed to go back there. And she had to, especially because the full moon had gone smoothly thanks to her taking his advice. And also because he had the name and number of a contractor for a cage. Because now the truth was out and she and Hannah had to figure out a place for a cage in their already stuffed apartment. Oh, joy.

After a good, long shower, some Tylenol and food, she was ready to go. But the sunlight was still hurting her eyes quite a bit, which meant two things: sunglasses, and driving. Hey she had driven home quite intoxicated, she'd be alright hungover. Hopefully Dorian wouldn't notice, that would just give the best impression ever, wouldn't it? Maybe she would pick up some coffee before heading to the bookstore.

It wasn't that long a drive, and soon after getting a tall cup of cappuccino, Monica found herself outside Nevermore cracking her knuckles and taking a deep breath. She walked in with a bright smile and looked around, finally spotting Dorian at the center table reading. Not wanting to freak him out by suddenly appearing, she made her way slowly to the table and greeted him halfway there, "Hey Dorian." Hopefully he'd remember her. Otherwise this would just be awkward.

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Who: Gabe and Charlotte
When: Afternoon
Where: campsite

There was something Charlotte had wanted to do before going home, so after explaining to Ransom, she went off in search of her family tree. With this property in her family for so many generations, and each one of those generations containing at least one earth elemental, it was needless to say that there were a few special finds in these woods. One of those finds was a large tree, which had had many alterations through-out the years. It was bigger than all the rest, with occasional engravings. The bark hadn't been cut or carved in any way, it had simply been manipulated to grow in such a way.

It was tradition to add to it every year, and this would be the first time Charlotte was actually powerful enough to do so. After some thought, she knelt down at the base of the tree, and put her hands in the earth, urging growth.

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Who: Day and Hannah
Where: U of M
When: Midday

Day came jogging up to the parking lot where he was supposed to meet Hannah a few minutes late. Whoops? He just hoped she was still there, because as cool as it was to meet Lua and make plans to go before her firing-squad of friends tomorrow, he really wanted the college connection with Hannah.

He slowed to a stop on the sidewalk and bent over his knees, trying to catch his breath. A helpful little breeze swirled around, stirring his hair and helping him cool off. Physical activity was not something he did a lot of.

( And promises of a social life. )

Who: Dorcas and Evan
Where: His place.
When: Just before 7 PM
Warning: NSFW

Dorcas had decided to give Evan a surprise visit since he'd done the same to her the night before. One turn deserves another though she wasn't sure if the previous one had been good or not. Still, she needed to make up for being a dramatic, stupid girl. So she had made him dinner - a pot roast that'd been slow cooked for the hours she'd been at work, mashed potatoes and corn - which was packed away in tupperware and was still pretty hot when she actually arrived and knocked on his door. The plastic packages were tucked away in a beach bag that had some other stuff in it that she was sure she was going to need (like a change of clothes in case he invited her to stay, y'know).

She had dressed in the shirt she'd stolen from him, having cut out the collar and carefully cut one of the shoulders so it hung down low on one side. It was very 80's in style and practically made her a flasher if not for the black tank top underneath. Paired with that were her ever present combat boots and a knee length denim skirt. Her blue hair was up in pigtails.

Knock knock knock. Surprise!

( and maybe a little risky business? )

Who: Nate and Rowan
When: Evening
Where: Phoneland

Rowan had meant to call Nate the previous day, but one of her job applications had lead to a random 'great, you start now!' and being thrown face first into a dinner shift. It had rather sucked, and there was the possibility of having a repeat. Once she had a few minutes to herself in the house, she grabbed the phone to give him a call, crossing her fingers he was still willing.

Nate was at home when his phone rang, placing a small bandage over a cut in his abdomen. He didn't answer right away, since he'd rather not stand there bleeding while he was chatting to whoever it was decided to call. But he finished quickly and let his t-shirt fall down over the gauze before snatching his cell from his desk. Noting the number and name, Nate grinned a touch before he answered. "Hey, Rowan." He was wondering if she'd been planning to call him, and it felt immensely satisfying that she had.

( ...plans to bleed! )

Who: Jessalyn and Madock
When: Late morning
Where: Camp ground

Jessalyn knew when Madock had returned. She could sense him nearby and when she came out of the tent after finally brushing her hair, she saw him talking to Claire. He looked okay, but she could tell something was wrong. It was just the way his eyes looked, and the way his heart was beating. His face was a bit flushed, and Jessalyn could see he was upset. Or had been. Frowning a touch, she waited for him to come to her, since she didn't want to rush up to him and interrupt the conversation with his sister. She figured he would tell her whatever was bothering him. At least she hoped so.

( do you think we made a mistake? )

Who: Krist and Connie, and then Felicity!
Where: A gas station, and then Felicity's house
When: Sunset

Krist had lost the raincoat Tayne had given him several hours after having met him, the piece of paper with the addresses barely saved in time. He'd picked the paper up in his teeth and carried it with him through the forest, not sure what to do with it or with himself. The next morning found him stealing clothes out of the backpack of an unsuspecting - and sleeping - camper on the edge of the forest. The jeans were snug and didn't come down all the way and the shirt left something to be desired. It was all as snug as though it were his own skin and he shoved the paper into his pants pocket to keep it safe.

It was time to make a visit into town.

Walking to town in human form took several hours, and by the time he was there Krist was getting impatient. He wasn't exactly tired, but annoyed at how long it had taken. He stared at the buildings that led into a residential area, looking down one street after another curiously. Finally he found a street corner with a gas station, though what it was exactly was beyond him. His eyes followed the progress of cars on the road, still wondering what it was like to be inside them...

( And less accidental offers of help. )

Who: Seth & Tayne
Where: The Park
When: 6ish

( You found Narnia, didn't you? )

Who: Luke and Dylan
Where: Starbucks Coffee, Mall, Ann Arbor
When: Late Afternoon

Shopping. How boring. Still, buying new things might be annoyingly time consuming, but having new things? Worth it. As well as the flirtations with the flushed little brunette who had worked at one of the stores he had stopped buy, scurrying for whatever she thought 'suited' him. Even one hint that he did not agree with one of her choices, and it was taken away, immediately replaced.

Things were arranged to be sent to his home, because he was not dragging any bags around like he had just come from a flip flop sale at Old Navy. Yes, he was at a mall, but he was not completely uncivilized. Leave that to other people.

Despite its low brow spread like an octopus across the country, Starbucks still had decent coffee, and Luke wanted the caffeine rush. The call of, "Order up!" and Luke was collecting his drink.

( He couldn't pretend to like her or even care )

Who: Mikhail and Johan
Where: Anywhere But Here
When: 7pm-ish
Rating: Blood, Violence, Mutilation You have been warned.

Mikhail didn't drink very often. He'd been raised to believe it was a nasty Gaje habit, and there was still a lot of blame for the downfall of more than one troupe because men bewitched by devil liquor. Marshall had been a man of extreme discipline, alcohol dulled the senses and slowed reflexes. Drinking wasn't a habit a hunter could really afford, in any way.

But after the last few days he had, he needed something to relax himself. His life had been one jarring encounter after another lately. First Amelie wanted him to teach her about vampires. That wasn't so strange, hunters had to learn from someone and like him, she hadn't come from a hunter line.

Then Annie had asked him to teach her to defend herself. That was strange, considering he'd nearly killed her trying to destroy the monster she'd been harboring. But she had a right to defend herself.

And Shanti...well, he didn't even want to go there. That was beyond bizarre. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and not just because she was so like him it was almost frightening. She was a beautiful woman after all and he'd seen far more of her in the last two days than he'd seen of any woman in years.

He should not be thinking about any woman like that. He had to keep reminding himself of that. No attachments. Besides, he didn't defile women with his unclean body. The few times he had, they had been prostitutes who'd been very willing. And paid well.

Of course, would it be defilement when she was as damned as he was?

Better to drown such thoughts in brandy than explore them at all. Especially since the woman clearly despised him.

Who: Ransom and Charlotte
Where: Campsite
When: Morning
NSFW

Ransom slipped quietly back into the tent, slipping off his boxers before climbing back in with Charlotte. He was glad she hadn't woken in the few minutes he was gone, as he wanted to be there beside her when she opened her eyes. He cuddled against her, arm sliding around her waist, and shut his eyes again, letting himself drift off until she was ready to wake. They had nowhere to be and he was in no hurry to leave her, or their bed.

When Charlotte did slowly come awake, she felt safe and warm and completely contented. She could feel Ransom against her, and she couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to do anything to risk waking him up, but she did put her hand over his, lightly locking her fingers between his. She was still marveling at the night before.

( The only way to wake up. )

Who: Theodore Nettle and Skylar Tallis
Where: Skylar's house and then the beyond.
When: June 10th / 2009 - 5:30pm

(  When he asked if she wanted to go for dinner, it was driven by two things, the first, was because it'd be cool to hang out with the girl, she didn't have a ton in common with Theodore but they'd always been friendly, the second, because he couldn't stand his parents cooing at each other much longer without needing a barf bag. )

Who: Tayne and Jane
Where: Phonelands
When: Afternoon

After coming home from the ranch pleasantly tired and generally content despite half-spooking a dozen horses, Tayne finally got around to reading the newspaper, which was probably a mistake, since the front page story was about someone killing a prominent, outed were who had been a member of the police force. A hunter, probably. It made Tayne feel a bit queasy-- given he was both hunter and were, now.

Ironically, though, it also reminded him he had yet to call Jane. So he put the story away lest it completely ruin the rest of his lunch, finished said lunch quickly, and hunted down his cell phone. Sure enough, there was her number, and he hit "dial" in the contact menu, and hoped she picked up.

( But not for money )

Who: Dom & Chris
When: Sunset
Where: Outside Chris's apartment

( Sunset is a beautiful time of day -- especially from atop the hood of a stranger's car. )