Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Aiden and James (and Lee the familiar)
Where: SOHS, Ballard House grounds later
When: Mid-morning

Aiden couldn't remember the last time things had just been normal. Ever since this Light of May thing it was just shit after shit after supernatural shit, and Aiden didn't know just how much more of this he could take. For a long while things had been bad - way, way worse than before he'd found James again, if he was honest. Back then he didn't have to worry about anyone but his familiar; it was easy going from hunt to hunt with the lads, living one day to the next with a backpack to his name. After James, though, and no matter how hard he'd tried to avoid that outcome, he had latched onto her even more than the first time around. He cared, now, he imagined future scenarios, he was open and raw and he was, first and foremost, completely useless. After the bridge things he could only imagine would come rushing back into James' psyche every so often, leaving her a mess and him a useless little blob of a man. At some point, however senseless he knew it was, Aiden had begun resenting James for their deteriorating relationship. And that was the worst, because obviously he knew it wasn't her fault at all. Quite the opposite. But Aiden wasn't good at blaming the invisible, the abstract. He had nothing and no one to lash out on over James' trauma. No one, that was, but her.

( But now I feel your stress )

Who: Raphael and James
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Where: Outskirts of town

( He ate my heart and then he ate my brain )

Who: James and OPEN! One or many! (expect a lot of these from me, I’ve got a lot of characters to cover -_-)
Where: Partytown USA riverbank below what was once the Broadway bridge
When: Noonish

One minute James had been walking with Aiden at her side, and then she had blinked. Just fucking blinked. When she opened her eyes, she was in an awkward position on her side, and the world was one of pain. For one terrible second she thought she was back in that horrible place, chained up in some closet, but the pain was enough to center her in the here and now. She felt like she was in a bath tub filled to the brim with cold water and broken glass. Groaning, she managed to roll onto her back. She was looking up at… well, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at. It was like something out of a movie. It took her several moments to determine that she was looking up at what had once been part of a bridge. It looked like Godzilla had karate chopped it in half. This thought was weird enough to bring about a bit more awareness.

Awareness was one thing, but she was still not precisely coherent as she tried to sit up. She realized that she was sitting half in the river, and half on the rocky shore. When she tried to move her left arm, she hissed in pain. She gingerly pushed herself up using her right arm, and assessed the damage. Her left wrist was looking particularly mangled, and her arm was most definitely dislocated. She had landed on it. When? How had that happened? She’d had trouble with her shoulders ever since the abduction, and was no stranger to having to pop them back into place. She did this now without thinking, and let out a dreadful scream at the white hot flash of pain. It was enough to knock her down to her back again. Everything hurt. She hurt so bad she didn’t want to breathe. This fresh batch of pain brought her round a little more. Other people were screaming. The air was full of dust and smoke, so thick it felt like she was choking on it. Looking down at herself, she was covered in dust and blood. The words William Ballard House: Proud Sponsor of Preternaturals for Peace could still be made out on her tattered T-shirt.

That did it. Something bad had happened – whether the bridge had collapsed or had been blown up, or any other host of ideas, she wasn’t exactly sure. And it didn’t really matter. Something bad had happened, and Aiden had been walking next to her when it happened. She scrambled clumsily to her feet, the world spinning around her as she did. Her head was pounding, and she felt like she might fall right back down. She looked around for any sign of Aiden, but didn’t see him. She screamed again. “Aiden! Where are you?!”

Who: Aiden and James
When: Winter of 2002
Where: London

( Flashbaaaack )

Who: Aiden and James
Where: Ballard House
When: mid-afternoon

The solution for Aiden’s motel problem had finally presented itself. And it was about damned time, too, if you asked him. Of course comparatively, living in the Budget Lodge was better than living on the streets...but not by much. Aiden had been eager to get out of there the minute he stepped into one of their rooms, and it had only gotten worse. Even someone who was used to bugs and rats and certain smells felt uncomfortable there for long; sometimes he had to be thankful for Lee, who hunted everything in sight like a good dog. The second he had heard of the William Ballard House, willing to give any sort of aid a supernatural being needed, Aiden thought he had found his solution. It was going to be difficult to ask for help; he was a little proud that way. Given it was fair to say he was becoming desperate, though, Aiden didn’t really care for his pride all that much at the moment.

After grabbing some lunch at Anywhere But Here - shitty burgers, but cheap - Aiden made his way over to the William Ballard House, in hopes to finding a much better place for himself and his familiar to sleep everyday. He hadn’t actually brought Lee with him, but it was as important for Aiden that they accepted familiars as it was that they accepted him. Aiden was obviously not moving anywhere without his dog. Before entering, Aiden stood against the wall next to the door finishing a cigarette, as good a weapon as any to quench his nerves. He never really liked to ask anyone for anything after all; it took some preparation.( Read more... )

Who: James, Marcus (NPC) and Seiko
Where: Ballard House
When: Late morning

( They're so familiar. )