Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Luke and Gabriel
Where: Bubba's Sulky Lounge
When: Evening


( Most motherfuckers don't give a damn. )

Who: Luke and Jane
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Late morning


( So why do I feel this party's over? )

Who: Leland, Cheyenne, Davin and Luke
Where: Davin's house
When: late afternoon, around 5pm
Warnings: TBD, but violence is likely

( When we start killing )

Who: Luke and a bunch of dream NPCs
Where: Dreamland // random bar in Detroit, Michigan
When: Present day dreaming // 1976
What: Luke's dream (mostly safe for work)


( They tried to make me go to rehab, but I said, 'No, no, no.'  )

Who: Luke and Zhari
Where: Bubba's Sulky Lounge
When: Evening


( I know she broke your heart but try to come, try to come down. )

For potential Luke/Chloe; will delete if this gets moved elsewhere ♥

for a reaaaaaaally bad trip. Thanks glitter berries!

Who: Halne, Vivianna & Luke
Where: Halne & Vivianna's apartment
When: early morning, a few hours short of the sunrise
Warnings: Violence

( Oh, let me tell you, I am )

Who: Leland and Luke
Where: A strip club outside of Ann Arbor
When: Late afternoon


( Crazy little woman in a one man show. )

For Luke and Viviana and shenanigans

Who: Bunny, Luke, and open to anyone who wants to join in on the trauma
Where: the wrong place THE DANGER ZONE
When: the wrong time 11:37 and on

Bunny’s head felt funny. Everything was dark, and she had opened her eyes, but if her eyes were seeing things they weren’t registering yet. She wasn’t sure where she was. It was a dark place, sure, but maybe not such a bad place. She didn’t feel much of anything. She just felt… funny. Groggy. Like she was having a hard time coming out of a nap. She’d felt kind of like this at the hospital, after—

Those memories triggered something in Bunny, and suddenly she was afraid. She was lying on her back in the middle of the road. Blood was everywhere. She could taste it in her mouth. She would be naked. If she turned her head just the slightest, she would see Lily Flores’ abandoned car. Not far from that would be the man she had just killed.

Her throat felt very hot. Her heart began to pound, and she tried to turn her head. But she couldn’t. She tried to sit up, or even stand, but she couldn’t. Something was pinning her down.

Slowly, Bunny realized she wasn’t on that road in Saginaw. She was in Ann Arbor. She’d been walking with friends, in the peace march. And then… this.

She could smell death. She wondered, Did I do that? but couldn’t remember killing anyone today. There had just been a big BOOM and then… lights out. Bunny tried to move again. She couldn’t. She was starting to feel very warm. Not the sort of warm one felt after walking around in the hot sun for two hours. This was a liquid warmth, a warmth from the inside when something with your body was so very, very wrong. She tried to move her head again, but couldn’t. She lifted her hands, and saw that her right arm was covered in blood. That would be the warmth. Her blood?

She was pinned. That was the problem. She just had to find what was pinning her down, move it, and get up. She could see shards of what had once been a large pole in the air. She settled one hand around that and tried to figure out how this could be keeping her down. She brought her hand down the length of it, and froze. Her hand had found the end, but… her brain couldn’t comprehend what her hand knew. It was against her right shoulder. No, no, that was wrong. It was going through her right shoulder. It was close to her throat.

Suddenly, Bunny was thinking of a Family Guy episode she’d seen once. Stewey had a shard of glass sticking out of his forehead and he ran around the room screaming, ’Do I take it out or leave it in? Take it out or leave it in?!’ Why was she thinking that? She was also remembering the chick in Signs who died when the cars were moved. “I am not thinking this shit,” she managed to force out. “I’m not. Oh, God. What the fuck. What the shit. What do I do? HELP!”

Who: Maddie, Bonnie, Luke, and maybe others
Where: Heme
When: Late evening

( 'Cause you're playing with fire. )

Who: Luke and Frances
Where: The streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Late afternoon


( Lonely as I am, together we cry. )

Who: Luke and Faith
Where: Bar to start >:D
When: Evening


( Should've seen her coming when it got a little brighter. )

Who: Luke Blackfeather and Danica Poots
Where: Bubba's Sulky Lounge
When: Evening


( By the way I tried to say I'd be there. )

For Luke and Graham

Who: Ophelia and open!
When: Late night
Where: Division street

( Ophelia was having a most educational day. )

After Eddie left, Ophelia continued working in the apartment. Putting away what needed to be put away, going through her belongings, and getting ready for the night. Oh yeah. She had big plans for the night. The town was closed up, but she had everything she needed to at least start making up for all the time she’d lost. After the sun went down, Ophelia headed up the three flights of stairs to the roof, case in hand. She picked a good spot at the edge of the roof – a place where she could see the entire street. That was where she set up the M40 sniper rifle. Then, she sat Indian-style on the rooftop and began ripping strips of white cloth. With sticks and torn cloth, she fashioned four large white flags. That done, she removed a knife from her boot (yes, she finally had shoes), and sliced into the palm of her hand.

Ophelia grinned as she fashioned her bait.

Once each white flag was stained red with angelic blood, she affixed one each to all four corners of the rooftop. There wasn’t much in the way of wind, just a faint breeze here and there. Just enough to put the scent in the wind for any more legionaries that happened to be hanging around. She bloodied one more cloth, which she tied tightly around a brick – which she promptly dropped into the street below. Only then did she heal her wound, and return to her weapon. She was still grinning as she stretched out on the rooftop, aligning her sights as she waited. She didn’t have to wait long. Within four minutes a legionary appeared, sniffing at the wind as it crept through an alleyway. Ophelia took it down with a single bullet, blessed with holy magic, right between the eyes. She popped her gum and blew a bubble. “That’s it, boys,” she murmured in urging with a smirk on her face. “You set ‘em up, and I’ll knock ‘em down.”

Who: Faith and Luke
Where: Some random bar in Ann Arbor
When: Night

( What can it hurt? )

Who: Calista and Luke
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Sunset

( Summer moon, catch your shuteye. )

Who: Zania and Luke
Where: A local club
When: Late night


( Blood sugar baby, she's magic. )