Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Addie and her father
Where: Their house
When: late afternoon
What: Addie coming home after a big first.

( You've made a fool of everyone... )

Who: Gabe, Clarissa, Jessa and Madock
When: Evening
Where: The group's new home

( happy birthday to you )

who: Sawyer and Skylar
when: Morning-ish
where: Skylar's bedroom, more specifically, her bed
what: The morning after
warnings: NSFW for nudity and... stuffs :)


( insert quoted text here )

Who: Freddie and Rhiannon
When: Afternoon
Where: Freddie's home


Rhiannon had been picked up by the go to person for her uncle's family. She didn't really say much the entire way to the house and upon getting there, got her bags and thanked the woman for the ride from the airport. The house was lovely and she looked forward to staying there, but she couldn't help but think that perhaps she'd be a burden. She wondered if her uncle had talked to his wife, or to Freddie for that matter. It hadn't been too long since Erasmus had died and that horrible realization made her stomach churn. She hoped that she could help with Freddie and the hurt she was most definitely feeling over her brother's death, but somehow she doubted that Freddie would want to talk. She couldn't imagine wanting to talk about the death of someone as close as Erasmus had been to Freddie.

Still, she was here now and there wasn't a reason to up and leave before she even started school. So she went inside and let out a little breath. "Freddie?" she called, hoping that her cousin would appear to show her around. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she wouldn't feel that Rhiannon was intruding.

Maybe.

Who: Graham and Jezebelle
Where: Jezebelle's home
When: Late evening
Warning: NSFW

It felt like he had been gone from Scarlet Oak forever, even though he was only gone since Wednesday morning. Plus driving all Wednesday and Sunday didn't entirely count in Graham's book. Traveling in general never did. At least the company was nice. He had never traveled with Rigby before, and it turned out to be far more entertaining and productive than he imagined. Once his psychic friend dropped him off where he parked his car, Graham hesitated for a second - where the hell was he going to go now? Typically he would go back to Autumn's place to crash, but she wasn't the only girl in his life. There was also Jezebelle. And Graham was also completely out of cocaine after his binge the previous night. Perhaps she could hook him up and let him crash for the night. Being tired and suffering from withdrawal was never a good combination.

( Read more... )

Who: Domina, Lex, and Wesley (NPC)
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Late evening
Warning: Don't leave Domina and Lex alone... bad shit happens


( See, we told you from the beginning nothing good was going to come of these two. )

Who: Tristan, Kitty and special appearance by Aetheria as well as a hobo NPC
When: Some time in the afternoon
Where: Kitty's 'cell'

It was time to check on the slaves again, and Tristan had purposefully left Kitty for last. He still wasn't quite over the last time, and he was dreading this one, for obvious reasons. Walking as slowly as he could without standing still, he reached her door and scratched his forehead. Tristan sighed before producing the keys to unlock her door, and when he walked in, he didn't look at her at first. He had the look of a condemned man, especially because he was also in desperate need of a line which he didn't have with him.

Tristan closed the door behind him without bothering to lock it - people jonesing for coke don't usually make the best decisions - and walked slowly towards her, only looking up when he was standing not that far away from her. "So. How are you doing?" He asked with reluctance, looking back away from her.

( Driven by hate, consumed by fear )

Who: Owen and Rowena
When: Morning
Where: The park

( Take these chances well make it somehow and take these chances and turn it around. Just turn it around. )

Who: Kiley Ricks and Cedric Girnwood
Where: Kiley's house to start, then to Ann Arbor
When: Around 7pm
What: Oh-em-gee, a date!

( There's always one after a stupid chick flick. )

Who: Rigby and Fina Gallo
When: Laaaate night
Where: Fina's apartment
What: A troubadour comes back
Warning: NSFW



( And I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said )

Who: Jane and Lex
Where: Random bar in Scarlet Oak
When: Evening
Warning: barfight!violence

Lex should have gone to sleep after his talk with Pyotr. Actually, scratch that. He should have skipped out on the meet with Pyotr and sleep right through it, because the vampire needed it. Though as always when a new target was given to him, he couldn't sleep. He was a persistent, little bugger and was determined to track down any and all information he could muster together. Sure, the kid did give him some valuable information, but that wasn't on par with what the word on the streets could give him.

With that in mind, he waited until nightfall before stalking about town, hitting up a few back alleys before settling into a nearby bar. Some random seedy place that made a hole in the wall look acceptable. Whatever, if people were going to dish out some information, then that was all Lex cared about. Not like he was going to stick around for a drink. He entered the place, eyes flickering about the place while he slowly made his way to the counter. For a bar it was relatively quiet, and he wasn't complaining. Less noise made for a far more manageable headache.

Who: Quentin James and Calista Kosko
Where: Quentin's apartment
When: Evening
What: Art night!



( You were the last good thing about this part of town )

Who: Karine and Whisper
Where: Their bedroom
When: 2 a.m.

( Karine hadn't fallen asleep yet. )

Who: Bren and Mosiah
Where: All over
When: Starting about 11am

( I found your address, got your phone number too... )

Who: Bren, Dagmar and Slipper (NPC)
Where: Niemi household
When: Late evening

Sundays sucked.

Any day that started with a family meal was going to suck and that meant all Sundays fell into that category when Dagmar was at home. Even hungover her mother'd drag her out of bed. But, amazingly, breakfast hadn't even been the worst part of the day. The worst part had come when she'd reached the river with her mother and Satu and her mother had told them about Kajsa. Like things weren't bad enough without her sister being in a coma. Getting home had meant Linnea could do what she wanted and her daughters were left to do the same. Which meant, for Dagmar, absolutely nothing. Not even Slipper's antics could cheer her up as she curled on her bed, staring miserably at her phone and the wall, arms wrapped around her body pillow.

Sleeping would've been nice. If she could fall asleep. But her eyes wouldn't stay closed and kept popping open to check the time. Slipper kept popping his head up. You're starting to depress me, the otter informed her, chirping before hopping up on the bed. Which was impressive because Slipper was the cheeriest thing Dagmar'd ever met, so why he was her familiar was anyone's guess. If there was anyone who knew how to do depressed then it was Dagmar. Mostly because she'd learned from the very best; her mother. Tugging at her swimsuit top, Dagmar rolled onto her side and scratched the top of her familiar's head. "Sorry Slip."

Who: Hap and Trenton
Where: Local Gym
When: 6:00 p.m. or so

( Haven't seen you before - new to the gym? )

Who: Karine and Kikuya, and Makoto (NPC)
Where: Whisper's home
When: Morning

Kikuya had planned on going over to Whisper's place at some point. It was more or less in order after the fiasco with the tabloids. As much as she enjoyed her time in Las Vegas, she did not approve of the attention she received after it. Even her father called up and asked her what the hell she was thinking. At least the attention wasn't focused on whether or not she was a witch. She far preferred this sort of attention over the supernatural bullshit.

What exactly they would do when Kikuya arrived was beyond the model. Perhaps she could take Whisper out in her new ride, which was all thanks to the vampire, after all. Or maybe they could shred a bunch of magazine and use the scraps to feed a fire or something. Wait, no, Whisper didn't like fire. Hmm, maybe Makoto could make a nest out of them. Either way, she needed to get out of her house and have some bonding time. Pulling up to the vampire's house, Kikuya stepped out of her shiny new car and grabbed her Gucci bag that held Makoto in it. With that in tow, she made her way to the front door and rang the doorbell, having no thought that... well, maybe Whisper wasn't home.

Who: Adelle, Fina, and Roxy
Where: Starbucks
When: Noontime

There had to be a word that exceeded "clusterfuck," because that alone didn't sum up Roxy's week. Charlene had been attacked by a hunter and rush to the hospital, Fina's man had decided to skip town, Adelle got bit by a goddamn vampire, and K-lee decided to fuck up her life some more by dropping the bomb on her mom that she was a lesbian. Well, the last part was covered up... for now. She couldn't hide behind Quentin forever, and she doubted the poor guy wanted to be putting up with that line of bullshit too long. Roxy still hadn't talked to Charlene about it, nor had she mentioned it to her two best friends.

Which was why the three just had to meet up, if nothing else.

Roxy had gotten to Starbucks first, already sitting by the window and watching it rain outside, all while sipping on her iced drink. As much as she loved the cooler weather, she hated what it did to her hair, which was why she had it pulled back into a tight ponytail and a headband. Every three minutes she had to readjust it just to make sure it didn't look absolutely retarded. She didn't like sitting by herself and was getting anxious with meeting up with the other two. How long had it been since they met up? Way too long, that was for sure. At least she was getting to see them before the party, because she had to let them know what was going on. Roxy wasn't going to let Quentin go through the entire thing in the dark. Besides, that's what girl friends were for.

Who: Bartleby (okay, technically a zombie NPC) and Kiara
Where: The park
When: 11:30 p.m.

( Wanna be a big time player )

Who: Bailey, Dante and OPEN TO ALL
Where: Ink Inc.
When: Afternoon-ish

Work was slow, or at least it was for Bailey. No one had an appointment in her book, though she did have a sketch to finish for someone who had a potential idea for a tattoo. Just some basic Celtic design bullshit that every other moron wanted wrapped around their upper arm. Most didn't care when Bailey informed them that the skin right under the arm was a sensitive as hell and would hurt like a bitch, and the others? Well, she didn't let them know, because they weren't drooling over her past designs. That's what they got for ignoring her - she'd ignore you right back. The design she was working on, however, had her own added twist to it. It looked more like an updated version of some knotwork found in the Book of Kells, but with insanely bright colors that transitioned smoothly into the next color.

Though as excited she was to be making such a bad ass sketch, the pink-haired girl sighed roughly and dropped her copic marker and grabbed her latte to sip on, or at least whatever was left of it. She hoped the dump receptionist would come back soon so Bailey would stop working the front and so she could finally get a new coffee with some lunch. Bitch took forever and at this point she was probably doing it on purpose to piss off Bailey. That coffee better have been made by god himself or else it was getting chucked at the bitch's face.