Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Angeline and Esmeralda
Where: Esmeralda's aunt's house
When: Mid-afternoon

( She thinks I cursed the cereal. )

Who: Angeline and Bubbles {NPC Jamie}
Where: Bubbles' "aunt's" trailer
When: Early evening
Warnings: Violence, blood demonic shepherd

( Bubbles wasn't in a very good mood. )

Who: Angeline and Esmeralda
Where: SOHS history class
When: Second period

( 'This is just getting ridiculous.' )

Who: Angeline and Domina
Where: The Moriarty mansion (Angeline's room)
When: Night time

It did not escape Angeline that, considering what she had recently been through, she ought to be feeling a lot happier, lighter and more relieved than she was presently. And she would have been, if not for recent events gnawing at her mind, making her face twist into a cruel sneer and a million different ways to cruelly murder a few people pass in front of her eyes like a movie. It also did not help that from the second she had stepped foot outside of the hospital her parents - more so her mother - had not left her alone. There had been questions, hugs, promises of payback, all perfectly unnecessary displays that did her current mood no favors. Once they had finally gotten it all out of their systems and left her to 'rest' in her room, resting against a veritable mountain of fluffy pillows, Angeline had felt more relief than she had felt overall about the experience.

She was weary, that was for sure, but that was decidedly not what was bothering her. In seeing the seeds for betrayal in those despicable little people - and in showing some of her own true colors, for her sins - Angeline had awakened something very dire within herself. Worst of all, she had no qualms about letting it run free. It did not take her long after being left alone to decide that she would focus on magic - black magic, magic to hurt - more than she had ever focused on anything else. Her main goal at this time was going to be forcing those petty little things into their place, or make them suffer for not complying. Dramatic? Oh, absolutely.

They had seen nothing yet.

Who: Locke, Cole, Jack, Angeline, Bunny
When: it's a mystery!
Where: Night of the Living Deadville

Bunny could still smell them. Above the sawdust and the sweat the scent of the walking dead was still strong in her nostrils, even though she'd been back for hours. Going back inside had been a very hard thing for Bunny to do, but she kept her promise. After what she judged to be an hour, she returned. She was able to do this only by facing the truth - that even if she and Duchess McNuggets teamed up in full hybrid forms, they could never take them all. Bunny had gone back to the house and worked her ass off, privately glad that fortifying the house left little room for conversation. But unfortunately, something unexpected had happened. They'd finished. There was absolutely nothing left to do. Bunny had spent the better part of an hour going room to room and re-examining every last possible entrance, and every single one was well covered. There was nothing left to do now but wait - and there were still hours until the zombies actually reached the house.

Sighing, Bunny headed into the living room. She walked to the nearest couch-shaped-thing, ripped off the white sheet revealing the couch below, and fell into the cushions. She propped an arm behind her head, and kicked her legs up on the arm of the couch. She was actually kind of hungry, but not sure she wanted to admit to that just yet. It would have made sense to sleep, but she'd never be capable of that in a million years. Looking up at the ceiling and wondering how they'd manage to get through this (mainly without killing Angeline) she mumbled, "And now we wait."

Who: Angeline, Jack, Bunny, Cole and Locke
Where: They're coming...
When: Nobody's wearing a watch so your guess is as good as theirs.

Waking up in a dirty old basement midway through trying to come to terms with coming in second for Homecoming Queen was not ideal by any standards. And yet, this was what Angeline Moriarty found herself doing, only with a sharp pain on her back from lying in an awkward position to boot. The heaviness took long to wear off and minutes went by before Angeline even moved or opened her eyes properly. It was like waking from a wonderful heavy peaceful sleep, except with none of the wonderfulness. Or peacefulness, to be honest. Once Angeline moved her Ancient Greek style headband (fit for winners, which stung a lot more than it would have had it just been digging into her scalp and not her pride) so it wasn't hurting her head, Angeline raised her head from the floor and looked around.

"Fantastic." She murmured. Not only was she waking up somewhere completely foreign that was in no way part of the school that she remembered, she was also waking up with a boyfriend she had been seriously considering dumping and his two pedestrian friends, the blue haired boy and the feral weirdo girl. Oh and there was another one, but this boy she had no recollection of ever having seen. A deep sigh later, Angeline moved to sit on her side with her arm holding her upright. "Um...Is anybody dead?" That would make things slightly better. "Hellooooo?" Angeline briefly considered throwing her shoes at people to make sure, but she could swear she'd seen one or two stirring. Which was too bad, really.

Who: Angeline and Bryce
Where: SOHS, cafeteria
When: Lunchtime

( All the while, Bryce sort of found it hard to concentrate when he had the Flash Gordon theme song running through his head. )

Who: Angeline and Alistair
Where: Ad Gustum Dungeons
When: Afternoon

Sunday was supposed to be a day for family, for the Lord, for self-contemplation. For Angeline of course that meant almost the complete opposite, which was why she found herself eager to visit her more permanent vampire pet almost as soon as she woke up. Other engagements stopped her from doing so until the afternoon, though, and then of course she had spent a good amount of time picking the perfect outfit as per the ritual. Before entering the place Alistair called home Angeline picked up her whip, the sting of the silver etched into it giving her inspiration if any was lacking. Inside the dungeon there was already a box filled with Angeline's rejected silver jewelry which she liked to put on Alistair and watch the patterns it marked into his skin.

Very slowly Angeline unlocked the door to Alistair's little slice of heaven, and a moment of insecurity took over as she wondered if she ought to be here without Tanith. The moment was fleeting, however, and since Angeline rarely lacked self-confidence she got over it very quickly. Of course she ought to be here, he was his to train on and this was her place (as well as her sister's, but that wasn't important right now). With her confidence fully restored Angeline walked fully into Alistair's dungeon, a pang of nervous excitement coursing through her body like electricity. She walked to the table where the jewelry box stood, placed the whip next to it and opened it, proceeding to display the many beautiful pieces of silver jewelry she had been given, right where Alistair could see them. She had seen deranged torturers display tongs and pincers, scissors and cleavers the same way she now displayed chokers and earrings, pendants and bracelets. Angeline made no effort to acknowledge Alistair's presence, preferring to let him watch instead of thinking this was a collaborative effort.

Who: Angeline and Lex
Where: Ad Gustum, Angeline's office
When: Early evening

It had been quite a while - an eternity to her standards - since Angeline had had a pet to play with and torture. Ever since the goat boy had died she'd been too busy to pressure her sister and Lex into finding her someone else, especially with Alistair in the mix. But Alistair wasn't as much fun, seeing as he could heal, and Angeline wanted to get to know races she had little practical knowledge of, she'd decided. It might be more fun, and it might also help her progress where magic was concerned. She had told her sister to send Lex her way, and she was sure Domina had gotten right on it. Now all Angeline had to do was wait.

In the meantime she was sitting at her desk reading up on some black magic, pretending that her boyfriend's lack of attention wasn't bothering her immensely, and making plans for Homecoming in her head. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to look her very best that night. Whether she won or not - the latter being absolutely insane of course - she would look great so that everyone though she'd deserved it either way. Of course those who didn't already were either insane or mentally deficient, but it didn't hurt to remind people every once in a while.

Who: Max and OPEN TO EVERYONE FROM SOHS!
When: During the pep rally
Where: At the pep rally
What: Pepping, rallying

It was like he'd never even been gone. Well, actually, that wasn't completely true. As much as Max would've liked to say that Scarlet Oak had stayed the same, boring wasteland (as Angeline would have called it), he'd heard something was going on at the park. He'd not gone to inspect himself (really being above all that petty curiosity nonsense) but he'd heard about it from all sides that day. He was a little behind on classes even though he'd gone ahead and turned in the homework someone else had done for him that day. No matter. He'd be caught up by next weekend. It meant very little socializing for his first week back but Max had had his fill of a fabulous social life for a while. It would be - not nice but - all right to get back to working hard and staying up late to do homework. Of course, he'd have to take a break to see Nicci and her friend but that was a necessity. He smiled at everyone as he passed them by in their seats, even deigning to wave to a few of them.

Spotting Russell and his posse, Max moved towards them. He sat close enough to exchange glances with Russ when their names were announced for court but not so close that people could congratulate them at the same time like they were one person. This morning, Max had had a rather posh back-to-school outfit picked out. Once he stepped outside, however, comfort won over fashion for once and he'd ditched the custom-made jacket, leaving him in a light blue shirt that complimented his eyes. He could still feel the humidity in his skin and while it was great for the pores, sweat stains were one of a fashionista's biggest enemies. He smiled when he saw a few familiar faces looking for seats and gestured them over. "Ugh, what is this weather, Michigan? I should've stayed away and waited for this heat wave to exhaust itself before coming back."

Who: Angeline and Penny/Gretel
Where: The SOHS grounds
When: After lunch

It had begun to seem to Angeline like people took some time to learn what was good for their health and what wasn't. Her own survival instinct - and self-preservation instincts stemming form that - had always been very sharp, so it was surprising to see how many people did not know what was good for them. For instance, right now Angeline was observing one of those people from afar. A senior like herself named Louise Finnigan who still had not learned you couldn't talk smack about people in the girls bathroom, at least without checking if all the stalls were empty. "That rich little bitch, Angelina Moriarty, I don't see what's so special about her beyond the money and the family. She's the most basic, garden variety fuggo I've ever met. And let's not even mention the firecrotch situation." There were several things wrong with this sentence, not the least of which was how the girl hadn't even gotten her name right. Plus Angeline did not take kindly to being called garden variety or basic, and she did not appreciate quips about whatever she was sporting on her crotch. And what was a 'fuggo' anyway? That wasn't even a word.

Rather than stepping out of the stall and catching little Louise and friends in the act, Angeline remained inside, waiting for them to leave. This was where she was definitely not garden variety; her revenge wasn't going to be acted in the same way as the original offense. Angeline had procured a spell she could use. Her low level meant she had to cast it on herself at the expense of this Louise person, but whatever worked was fine by her. Unfortunately, this particular spell said she needed to be looking at the person in question, which was why Angeline was sitting outside between English and History, watching Louise from afar and saying some words while a tiny birthday candle burned Louise's excess hair (taken from one of the girls' bathroom's sinks because Louise wasn't very hygienic when she brushed her hair, apparently) very inconspicuously. Angeline was hoping for greater hair strength at the expense of Louise's own hair, or something to that effect. At least that's what she was visualizing. A great mane versus Louise's balding head.

Who: Angeline and Locke
When: Late afternoon
Where: Moriarty place

Locke didn't want to leave his computer. He didn't want to leave the house either. Sure it still didn't feel quite like home, but that didn't mean it wasn't. People knew that he was here and this was how to get hold of him. People like a blue-haired guy who had told him to go away and hadn't said a word to him since. Yeah. That kinda got to him. Especially since yesterday there'd been that big explosion and no one had heard from him or his sisters... Locke didn't like jumping to the worst possible conclusion but he hadn't had to jump here. He'd taken a small step and all of the conclusions had found him. He couldn't even do his homework to take his mind off it because he'd done it all already. God but being a nerd who loved learning could be a pain in the ass sometimes. Usually just times like now when he wanted to lose himself in a menial task like math or history or an english paper. Teachers were getting awfully lax when they didn't give you enough homework to keep you occupied all day.

It wasn't until after noon, when he'd paced so much in the living room that Amelia had told him to stop before he wore a path right into the hardwood floor, that Locke remembered he had somewhere he could go to take his mind off things. Tall, lanky, blue-haired shaped things. Stop that! Locke ruffled his hair and tugged on a fresh tanktop before shouting at Amelia that he was going over to visit a friend. Then he stopped at the door and wondered why he had said 'friend' instead of 'girlfriend'. Angeline was his girlfriend, right? They were dating and she had taken him to that fancy party and everything. Yet the person that he kept thinking about when he went to - goddamnit he was not thinking about that. All he was thinking about was getting his bike out of the garage, climbing on and pedaling his way over to Angeline's. It was a nice, long ride and by the time he got there his hair was a little damp. He probably should have taken his time so that he was a little less gross, but hopefully Angelina wouldn't mind all that much. But damn her house was big. Swallowing hard, a little intimidated just by the house and other houses in the area, Locke propped his bike up and went to ring the doorbell. That was when it finally occurred to him that he probably should've called to make sure Angeline was actually here. If she wasn't then he guessed he could just go for a longer ride...

Who: Angeline and Domina
When: 11:37 on
Where: ground zero

Domina really didn't go in for this kind of thing. In fact, it had sounded like a waste of a perfectly good Saturday, but Daddy had insisted it would look good. So Domina had gone, and had even pretended to enjoy herself. She smiled for photos, waved at reporters, and when she couldn't bite back her sarcasm, she sent texts to her sister. Who was, of course, standing right by her side. Domina had just been texting Angeline a series of snarky remarks about some smelly hippie not far off, when there was suddenly a very loud noise. Things went dark, and she lost a few seconds, but she got the distinct impression she was flying.

When she opened her eyes, she might as well have been in a whole other world. All she could smell was blood and smoke and fire and fear... she loved those scents, but what were they doing here?

She was on her back on the street. She slowly pushed up into a sitting position, and found this wasn't as easy as it should have been. There was a gash in her arm. Blood was trickling down her head. Her instinct was to shift. Shifting would make her heal faster. But where was Angeline? That thought made her heart lurch. "ANGELINE!" she shrieked out, shoving aside some stranger that had fallen on her legs. She needed to find her sister, and they needed to get the fuck out of here. She was already pulling out her lipring and kicking off her shoes so she could shift.

Who: Angeline, Bunny, Cole and Locke
When: Night
Where: Hotel di Sei Ali

( Parties were an awkward sort of thing for Locke. )

placeholder for Kayla, Angeline, and Domina unleashed on an unsuspecting NYC. I swear I'm going to start this as soon as I've actually slept.

Who: Bubbles and **OPEN**
Where: The park
When: Afternoon

As had been decided multiple times throughout the entirety of Bubbles' life: it was a very bad thing when she got bored. For her and especially for anyone unfortunate enough to catch her attention. Thanks to the storm the previous day she'd been cooped up inside and grown thoroughly bored of everything. Including her aunt and uncle. Especially her uncle. She sort of wanted to drive his face through a glass window and see if it killed him or just left him terribly maimed. Now if his neck got caught on a piece of glass and it tore an artery then he'd bleed out and that'd just be fascinating... She was going to write that down and use it when she got tired of this game. Face through a window. Brilliant.

Clothed in bright yellow boots, shorts, her white rainjacket with the multi-colored hearts and a hat that matched, Bubbles was playing in the sandbox. Why? Because despite the misting rain she was bored and had spent the entire morning irritating her aunt until she agreed to go with her. It was either that or risk loss of whatever sanity she had left and that couldn't be all that much. Said aunt was huddled underneath of a large umbrella with her favorite book. It was some self-help nonsense. She'd been way messed up by the death of her sister and Bubbles supposed most people wouldn't blame her. It'd been such a bloody, terrible spectacle. "What do you say, Mr. Hop?" The ratty old rabbit had to be the fifth or sixth Mr. Hop but she didn't care about recycling her names. They only even existed to give her something to talk to at times like this; imaginary friends with forms. Mr. Hop, Mrs. Paw and Tweedledum (an Alice in Wonderland phase) made better company than any kids. Most adults too. "Think the book will help her?"

She moved the rabbit so his head shook. "Not unless it teaches her holy magic."

Who: Tanith, Angeline, Eztli (NPC) and OPEN! To other AG employees and clients alike ;)
When: Early evening
Where: Ad Gustum

Tanith was in one hell of a mood. Her big client of the day had put her there. The fact that she was now covered, from head to toe, in his blood did precious little to salvage that mood.

She hated these sorts of clients. The ones with… special needs. Her services were tailored to meet them, certainly, but there was a limit. A limit to her own dignity, for God’s sake, and when she had insisted as such, Domina had happily reminded her that it was a very fine line separating Tanith from a common whore in the Ad Gustum hierarchy. She could play ball, or Domina would find someone who would. So Tanith had met this bastard’s… requirements. As ridiculous as they were.

It turned out that this particular sad fanged bastard had been turned on his wedding night. He and his darling young wife had entered their honeymoon suite one fine August night in 1924, only to be attacked by a vampire. The little woman had been torn apart – he had been turned. He explained that he still felt a massive amount of personal guilt, having been unable to save his wife. He needed to be punished for his sins. And apparently was just the special sort of fucked in the head to want the image of his wife to be the one to do said punishing.

The vintage, hand-sewn wedding gown Tanith now wore cost more than some people made in a year. This morning, when Tanith and her client had checked in to an Ann Arbor hotel, it had been in pristine condition. As shining white as the diamond earrings she wore. Now, as she walked through the doors of Ad Gustum, there wasn’t a single pin-prick of fabric not permanently stained red with blood. With a heaving sigh, Tanith fell back into the first chair she saw in the grand entrance way, not giving a flying fuck who saw. She kicked the shoes off and across the hall for good measure. They were now a deep crimson as well. She dropped her bag on the floor beside her, closed her eyes, and tilted her head to the ceiling.

“Long day?” the sound of her familiar’s voice was not the comfort it was to most. It only made Tanith scowl.

“I am in no mood,” she warned the overgrown cat. “Go find yourself a ball of yarn and get out of my hair.” She needed a long, hot bath. And a massage. And a good, stiff drink. She did not need the cat - or anybody else - yapping at her.

Who: Angeline and Locke
Where: Ozzy's
When: Evening

( And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun. )

Who: Angeline, Alistair, and Tanith
When: Late afternoon
Where: Ad Gustum - dungeons

Tanith was still not entirely over Domina's decision to let Alistair live, but she had made her thoughts on the situation quite clear and been bloodied up for her troubles. The marks were healed, and the anger moderately cooled. The way she saw it, Alistair was getting exactly what he wanted. A permanent slave in the Ad Gustum dungeons? That was probably exactly the attention he wanted.

She was determined to make sure this was no pleasure trip for him, however. She had forbidden any of the staff from entering his cell, and he had been in strict solitude for several days now. His cell was an empty cement room with not a single stick of furniture in it, and one of his ankles was shackled in the far corner. The iron contained trace amounts of silver in it - not enough to burn through his flesh, but enough to make sure he wouldn't fight it too much. The room was lit harshly by a bare fluorescent lightbulb (out of his reach, of course), and the only way of marking the time was the twice-daily bag of blood that got slid under his door. Of course, Tanith didn't know he was able to astral project or enter people's dreams. That would have greatly displeased her.

Today, she finally decided she had to suck it up and present him to Angeline. After making a brief trip to fetch her young boss, she led the little darling into the dungeons. Hopefully she would be pleased with her ridiculous new toy. Or she would hate him, and give Tanith permission to kill him. That would be lovely.

Who: Angeline and Locke
Where: Starbucks
When: Noontime

( And never trust your shadow in the dark. )