Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Kiara and Halne
When: A few hours after this
Where: phonelines and then Camelot place
What: A business deal

( A pleasure doing business with you, really. )

Who: Preston and an NPC ghost
When: Evening
Where: The airport in Detroit


"Would you please just shut the fuck up?" Preston said, his voice more exasperated than he meant for it to be. A woman, huddled close to her child as she passed by where he sat against the wall near the restroom, stared at him like he'd lost his mind. A flush crept down his neck and disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt. Rushing past, dragging her child along like a ragdoll, she got away from him as fast as her little feet would carry her.

"See what you did?" Preston asked the ghost. "You've got that woman thinking that I'm completely out of my mind." he sighed.

( unfinished business? )

Who: Galen, Amina, Ty
Where: Scarlet Oak High
When: 5am ish
What: Reunions and shock recovery?

( I can’t remember what I promised. It may have been everything I am. )

who: Halne and a Legionary of Abyzou
when: around midday
where: outside Camelot place
what: Violence.

( Out of darkness, standing in the light )

Who: Kajsa and Linnea
Where: Hospital
When: Morning

( It's all over town by now. )

Who: Nic and Liliya
Where: A bar
When: Evening

There came a point where Nic could no longer sit around his house and listen to a rat bitch at him for drinking. At that point, Nic left the rat to go drink elsewhere. He was running out of things to drink at home anyways. He knew it was the last thing Nimhery wanted, but he couldn't muster the strength to care quite yet. The idea that a rat had been spying on him the last few years still creeped him out, making her a rather poor familiar for the time being. Maybe when he sobered up he'd be able to take her seriously, but not quite yet. Instead, he found himself a bar to hole up in for the evening, occasionally watching the rain pour down outside. It was the kind of night to stay in somewhere, even if it wasn't at home.

( Read more... )

Who: Graham, Jezebelle, and a demon (NPC)
Where: Jezebelle's their home
When: Noon
Warning: NSFW on various levels

Graham got zero sleep that morning. None. He wanted to and had every intention of doing just that, but it was a bit hard when it suddenly decided to downpour at ass o'clock in the morning. Good to see that his fear of water and light sleeping carried on over as a vampire. For the most part he lied there in bed completely awake, keeping Jezebelle by his side while she slept. There were several things that were odd once Graham finally gave up on trying to sleep, the biggest one being that he felt... different. And he had every right to feel different, seeing that he was now, you know, a vampire. Whether or not the headache he was experiencing was still an adjustment to his new form or a hangover from the spiked blood he had in the wee hours of the morning as beyond him, but all he wanted was a good cup of coffee to wash it all away. When he realized that he couldn't have that or a morning cigarette, his mood sank considerably. Well, he tried to have a cigarette, anyways. After going through a few, he realized it did absolutely nothing for him. Not exactly something he wanted to wake up to. Part of him wanted to wake up Jezebelle and ask if any of the blood she had in the fridge was coffee blood - hey, if there was coffee milk, then there was hope - but she looked so peaceful sleeping by his side that he just let her be, kissing her forehead before heading out of the room.

The other odd feeling was that for once in who knew how long, Graham finally had a home. Sure, he crashed at a few people's places throughout the years, but he wasn't simply crashing in her home - he was staying there for good. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, but the thought of staying with Jezebelle put a smile on his lips. While it was still twilight in the early hours of the morning, Graham slipped outside to move his belongings from his car to inside, finding a spare room in the home for him to place his stuff. Granted it was still raining, but it was either that or sit around and do nothing. Hopefully Jezebelle didn't mind that he claimed the room. He doubted she wanted her master bedroom to be filled with his guitars and amplifiers and books. Oh yes, he carried around some of his prized college text books in his suitcases to tickle his brain whenever he had time to sit down in read them. And once he was done unpacking and dressed himself in something warmer and drier, he did just that for most of the morning.

After awhile, it grew harder to focus on reading, his mind constantly wandering about and dwelling on something else, like what was he going to do now that he was a vampire. Yes, this was what he wanted, but he didn't have the slightest idea as what he was suppose to do next. It was almost depressing to know that he didn't know much about this new life, so used to being a genius and praised for his intelligence, at least with academics. Why couldn't he figure out something as simple as where the hell he was going to get his caffeine fix now? Sighing, he tossed the text book to the side and pulled out his acoustic guitar, taking a moment to tune it before playing lightly on it.

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Who: Sterrin and OPEN
When: Early evening
Where: Heme

Well. This was certainly going to be interesting, wasn't it?
A full-fledged demon attack and she was caught in a bar with a whole room full of people with a little black itch in the back of her mind that she was studiously ignoring. Indulging herself in one of her murderlusts would likely be frowned upon right now, even in a place that was guarded by vampires.
It was a bar, although it didn't exactly feel just like one to Sterrin, not with what was going on outside of it. It didn't particularly look like one either with all these cots all over the place instead of tables and chairs. In the constantly running inner monologue she was having with herself to keep from going absolutely f-ing insane from boredom and healthy smidge of fear, she mused about how handy a few beds would be in a bar under other circumstances.
There were people in here, interesting-looking people, and as she sat on the assigned cot that she'd been given with her legs neatly crossed and resting back on her hands, she looked them all over. It  occured to her that in her short time in Scarlet Oak she hadn't gotten out much locally because absolutely none of these people looked familiar.

Was that a bad thing? It could be. Leave it to a bunch of silly demons to screw up her social life.

Who: Bianca and Cameron
Where: SOHS
When: Early evening

A good way to describe Bianca's current frame of mind was quite possibly 'pissed off to the ends of the earth and back again'. Looking at her no one would have guessed because she was seated on her issued cot with a magazine in her lap, flipping idly through the pages. Closer inspection would have revealed that she was flipping a little fast to actually be reading them. It was not what she had meant to grab on her way out of the apartment, having difficulty finding anything thanks to it being pitch black from a mix of the power being out and the storm raging outside keeping the sun from helping even a little. Why had there even been a People magazine in her apartment? It was disgusting!

Pushing her hair out of her face again - it was starting to frizz - Bianca lifted her eyes up to glance around the gym. A few people that she recognized from the university but the majority was unfamiliar to her. All hiding out because they're afraid of something. She was not there out of fear but necessity. Her irritation was not helped at all by the fact that she could feel a migraine starting up near the base of her skull. It had not reached the unbearable point yet, but she knew that it would before morning came and all she could hope was that everything would clear up so that she could go home and curl up away from the noise and annoyance of such a large crowd. Although, just as she was about to return to reading the boring magazine, her eyes caught a figure that she recognized only from a speech. Cameron Calvert, the humans right activist. Beginning throbs of a migraine or no, Bianca could not pass up meeting him. Setting the magazine aside she stood and walked right up to him, tapping him lightly on the elbow. "Cameron Calvert, right?"

Who: Paige, two ghost NPCs and Oz
Where: SOHS
When: Early evening

These had not been a good past couple of days for Paige. She just didn't think it was right for this whole demon thing to be happening and leaving both her parents stranded in Ohio for three days now, when they were only supposed to stay there for a day and a half at best. And she still had to call Preston to see if he was alright, which was proving difficult due to her cell phone battery being extremely low at the moment.

Paige didn't like being alone in the sense that she had no family with her. And she especially didn't like having to stay at the High School with little more than the clothes on her back because that was where she was when she had gotten the news that she wasn't going to have the comfort and security of a car to drive her home. Her parents would totally have braved the short drive if they had been there, but they were in goddamn Ohio. Paige didn't curse, ever, but now seemed like a good time to start.

At least she had her ghosts, although ever since the demons had come back they seemed scarce, as if they were hiding like everyone else. She missed Raz, because she knew he seemed the type who could maintain a shred of good spirits in any situation. Sadly these two ghosts - a high school athlete from the 1950s who had died during a trampoline accident and a teenage girl from even earlier who had died of extreme anaphylactic shock after a couple of spider stings from a web located behind some material that hadn't been touched in a while - weren't exactly fun. Hell, as far as Paige was concerned, they sounded like Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter, only doubly so for they were two.

The girl sighed heavily and retreated her knees against her chest, putting her chin over them and her arms around her legs. "I'm doomed." She muttered.

"So were we." The girl ghost said morosely. Paige rolled her eyes without replying.

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Nighttime
Where: Heme



( Then she remembered her track record with this place. All the humans that kept showing up and making a scene. Probably not the smartest thing for her to say. )

Who: Zeke and Avizeh
Where: SOHS
When: Early afternoon



( Zeke woke up Saturday morning to find that it was 1. raining (awesome, Zeke liked rain, truth be told), 2. that he had no power (well that just sucked), and 3. that there were demons still running rampant through town (which was just balls). )

Who: Diana and Dashiell
When: July 11th, early evening
Where: Ann Arbor AmTrak Station and other places

Dashiell got off the train when the conductor told him to. As he stepped out, the conductor gave him the strangest look, asked him one more time if he was sure before shrugging and letting the boy step out into his quote-unquote imminent doom. Dashiell, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware of any strange going-ons in Scarlet Oak or in Ann Arbor, for that matter. He was simply on his way to what he heard was a safer place.

( Reunited coz we understood. )

Who: Rowan and her familiar, Killer
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Rowan's house

When the demons came back, Rowan found herself in a rather strange situation. Her mother had initially wanted to go to a shelter - and then she got called in to work. The hospital was, predictably, under serious strain, and apparently they were calling in anyone they could. Rowan's mother worked in the cleaning staff, but apparently even that was important. So, she'd gone. It was kind of a scary thing, her mom going into the eye of the storm. It put Rowan in an odd situation. She wanted to fight it, and insist her mother stay. But if she did that, her mother would think it was because Rowan was scared for herself. So Rowan had put on a brave face, and insisted everything would be fine.

Now Rowan and Killer both were glued to the TV, watching the news coverage. Or, they were. Would have been. If the power hadn't gone out.

( This is bad, right? This is bad. )

Who: Kristen and Nixie
Where: Nikita's house
When: Afternoon

Kristen was a little bored. Sure she'd brought along a backpack of supplies to keep her occupied but well, half the space in her backpack had been taken up by the wriggling puppy at her side. And she didn't have any ideas. Kristen was experiencing an artistic block and it was frustrating for the newly-turned ten-year-old. She was totally going to blame it on Missy being gone and the terrible feeling that she got every time she thought of her sister. Like something was going to go, or had gone, wrong with her. She didn't like it but she didn't want to bother Nikita by asking if she knew what was going on, both with Missy at that moment and them in general. Because sure she was a kid and she wasn't an idiot, she knew that there was something going on with those two. Sighing, the blonde snapped her fingers down at Mitzi as she hopped off the cough and padded off into the hall.

There were two places that Nikita had told her not to go; her study and the basement. Kristen's sense of curiosity made her want to find out why those rooms were off-limit but she decided not to press her luck too much. Nikita hadn't had to agree to watch her instead of Linnea so the least she could do was follow the very simple limits that'd been imposed on her. Nothing had been said about the study though so Kristen pushed that door open, hoping to find a book or something that she could... the little girl stopped in her tracks the moment the door was open, mouth gaping as she found herself regarding the biggest aquarium that she'd ever seen. "Whoa," she breathed, closing the door behind herself and her puppy before walking up to peer in at the swirling array of fish and rocks. That thing was huge! Who needed an aquarium this big?

...what was that? Was that, was that a person in there?

Who: Neil and Saoirse
When: Evening
Where: Heme

( Lots of language this way. )

Who: Raina (Solo)
Where: Williamson Family Home
When: Long past midnight

Black feathers floated through her dream, turning as they fell through the air, one catching in her hair as her eyes stared, endlessly, at the sight before her. Malevolent eyes stared back at her, fathomless ink black scored with fissures of fiery red, inhuman and furious. Set in a face of more shadow than substance, like dark smoke coiled and formed into the rough shape of a man. The creeping sense of familiarity was as strange as it was strong, heightened by the viscous feel of liquid adrenaline beginning to burn through her veins, her mind casting about for answers could only marvel in a dark horror at the monster that lived and breathed rage before her.

Ripping herself away from the eyes of pooled shadow and flame, she fled. Attempted to flee. It followed, moving like a swooping wraith, and the weighty beat of her racing heart already told her of escape’s impossibility.

( (Are Made of This) )

Who: Kate Lisbon and OPEN (NPC left note by the her parents friends)
Where: To start the townhouse she's calling a short term home
When: Afternoon
What: Kate is getting desperate to locate meds among other problems.

( I picked the worst timing to move back... )

Who: Quentin James and a Nicor demon (NPC)
Where: The shores of Lake Michigan
When: Afternoon
What: Quentin's a dumbass, obviously.



( You look so good in blue )

Who: Zach and Kieron
Where: SOHS
When: Later afternoon

Zach was having some serious issues when it came to the whole 'hunker down and hide' thing. Wasn't that he had some macho ego that needed to go out and tear a demon apart just to prove he could (and he was pretty sure that he could if he wanted to, he was feeling all high and mighty for whatever reason) it was more that there were way too many people here and none of them were looking at him or paying him even the slightest bit of attention. Most were settled down into their little groups, talking in hushed voices and looking towards the doors like they were afraid the legions of Hell were going to come bursting through at any minute, guns blazing. Or claws and fangs out since he had a hard time imagining a demon able to hold a gun and use it. Didn't they have weird hands or something? Whatever, he hadn't been close enough to one to tell and he didn't intend on changing that anytime soon. Tough or not he wanted to be in good health when school started back up in the fall.

Unlike most everyone else, he hadn't come with his family or his friends. The few friends that he actually had in Scarlet Oak were probably hiding in their basements with the blinds drawn but the power outage had ruined that for him. No way he could have survived a storm with the cold it brought without his sun lamp and at least the high school had power. Sighing, he stood up from his cot and stretched out, blue eyes scanning over the crowd to try and see a familiar face. One scan didn't reveal anything so he wove his way through the crowd to the storage room. So maybe he wasn't supposed to get in there but it was unlocked and no one tried to stop him. And there, right near the front, was what he wanted - the basketballs. Grinning, he picked one up and gave a few bounces. As crowded as the gym was, one of the side hoops was open so Zach took up a position near that and started shooting. Anything to keep him occupied and pass the time while the storm and demons raged outside.