Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Liliya and Nicci
Where: Heme
When: Evening

( Courtesy of a glass of psychic blood. )

Who: Mason and Nicci
When: Morning
Where: Mason's place

Nicci was trying not to be annoyed with Mason. No, really! He and the twins had just been through an ordeal, and they were all going to probably have pretty different ways of dealing with that. Hell, the whole family had to deal. Nicci's method of dealing had been hovering back and forth between the twins' hospital rooms and threatening anyone who tried to stop her in the most explicit way possible. When all of her brothers were released, Nicci had even gone back to the family home and slept in her old bedroom. She had not fought with either of her parents. She was doing her part. And Mason should have been, too. She'd asked around, and the rumors were all that he'd been strictly staying in the company of the redhead mutt. Nicci's rampage of anger was only overruled by her overwhelming concern for the twins. She tried to tell herself it wasn't true. As alpha, he had other responsibilities first. He should have checked on the twins, and asked about the pack, and... I'm not thinking about this, Nicci told herself, as she pulled in front of Mason's apartment building. She could give a little for once, only because she was worried about him, too. Didn't that selfish bastard realize there were other people in the world who gave a shit about him?

No matter. She'd go to him. She could do that. It killed her a little on the inside, but a lot of things she did on a daily basis had that effect on her. What was another crack in her shell in the long run? Getting out of the car, Nicci headed inside and went straight up to Mason's door, giving it a slightly softer version of her patented 'open this door and bow before me' knock. Softer because of the recent trauma, not because he was her brother and technically, her alpha. Because before anything else could be done, she had to give him back the pack. And take another crack in her shell.

Who: Nicci and any Normandins!
When: Shortly after 6:06
Where: The school

Someone had come into Nicci's tent and told her that the barrier had gone down. That was all Nicci knew, that was all that she needed to know. She was wide awake and running, running, running - toward the school. She had to get inside, had to see if they were okay. Suddenly, an arm slammed out into her chest, damn near knocking the wind out of her. Lucky shot. Lucky human shot. If she'd been ready for it she could have dodged it easier than walking around a turtle in the street.

"No one enters," some asshole in a uniform commanded. Nicci pulled herself up off of the ground and glared at him. She'd been brought up to respect a person in police uniform, but this guy wasn't the police and he wasn't local - that meant she didn't give half a fuck as to what he thought or said.

"My brothers are in there, you piece of shit," Nicci snarled. "You cannot keep me out."

The uniform assumed a defensive position. "I can, and I will. Those are our orders."

Nicci eyed him. She would have asked 'you and what army,' but she was pretty sure the answer would have been 'the US army.' Oh, fuck it. What was a little treason between family? Nicci moved forward, he grabbed her arm. She took half a second to think about what she wanted to do, and then she saw the front doors of the school open. That was it. Nicci grabbed his arm, flipped him over her shoulder, and ran like hell. She'd find her brothers, and no one was going to tell her she couldn't.

Who: Fluffy and Nicci (and first appearance of Everclear, Fluffy's familiar!)
Where: a resort near Kewarra Beach, Australia
When: June 18, 2009

This was a damned amazing arrangement. Fluffy was most thankful to whomever had given Nicci this particular modelling job, and to Nicci for inviting her along to spend a week in Australia. The place was amazing, romantic even - though Fluffy never let that thought occupy her mind for long - and they had been partying pretty hard from the very second Nicci finished her shoot. There had been all kinds of beach parties, resort parties, intimate house parties...and Fluffy and Nicci had attended them all. Today, however, was a mellow kind of day. It was the kind that was only possible after a fucked up night out that left you too exhausted to do anything but just lie there for most of the next day. This was, in fact, what Fluffy and Nicci found themselves doing today. At some point going into the afternoon they had moved from the beachfront bungalow to the actual beach, which in their situation amounted to walking a few feet with towels under their arms. Fluffy's iPod was playing some rock & roll proper for chilling out to (and yes, such a thing did exist) and while Fluffy rolled herself a joint Nicci rested up from the previous night by her side. As it should be.

Fluffy licked the paper and finished rolling, then fumbled around her small pouch for a lighter. Giving the first few puffs, she rolled around and held her hand out to Nicci. "It's the stuff I got from the dude at the party last night." she explained. "I let him suckle on my nipples as he jacked off and he gave me a dimebag." To anyone who'd be listening, it would probably be amazing how matter-of-factly she had just said the previous words.

Who: Nicci & Jules
Where: Outside SOHS
When: Mid-morning

( Shit, did he need to answer that? )

Who: Fluffy and Nicci
Where: The high school grounds
When: Not long after noon

( Go lower than deep )

Who: Kiley and Nicci
When: Quarter to midnight
Where: Outside the school

Nicci's parents were livid, but by the time they got wind of what she'd done they were too late to undo it. They had waited for a long time for Nicci to come to the house like she'd said she would, and came to the school only after another member of the pack had called and told them just what Nicci had done. She could feel their rage from a mile away, but she knew them well. They would not contradict her in public. They would show no sign of weakness. Nicci had gotten away with it.

And she didn't think she was doing a bad job of it, either. She had ordered all available members of the pack to the scene to show their support, which was perhaps not very practical and kind of unnecessary, but fuck it, it made her feel better. She had sent members to ask around with any history or experience in law enforcement to call the local police department and ask if there were any volunteer jobs needed. She'd also had people asking around about friends or family members with magical knowledge or ability to do the same. She had people researching on the internet for even the most left-field mention of something similar happening anywhere else in the world. She had women making sandwiches and coffee to bring down for the police.

She had even texted that redheaded pain in the ass she liked to pretend didn't exist, and she'd been damn civil about it. That one had pained her, oh yes, it had physically hurt, but if something was worth doing, it was worth doing right. And in the end, it would make Mason happy. Another brownie point in her favor. Why not go for broke.

Who: Nicci (+NPCs)
When: Late
Where: Outside the school

( Try me. )

Who: August and Nicci
When: Very late evening
Where: Anywhere But Here

( He very rarely resented his were status, but tonight he hated the fact that he couldn’t easily become blind drunk )

Who: Zach and Nicci
When: Afternoon
Where: Dog park

Minibar was kind of a running joke in the Normandin pack. Those close enough to the family to have the balls to tease Nicci about her usually did. The maltipoo was so tiny, and so... well, not wolf-like at all. Granted, anyone who teased Nicci about her usually got an earful, but sometimes that just egged them on. The fact was, Nicci saw Mini as the closest she was ever going to get to a baby, so damn right Mini was spoiled. She loved that puppy, possibly even more than she loved herself. And that was saying something.

The dog park made Nicci nervous, but Mini loved it. Honestly, seeing her run around with so many other dogs - most of which were large enough to swallow Mini whole if they wanted to - was not Nicci's idea of a good time. It scared the bejesus out of her, and she hovered around the sidelines in much the same way an overbearing mother would at their kid's first soccer game. Nicci had popped some downers to try and chill her out before coming here, but it didn't feel to her like they were doing anything at all. Maybe she'd built up some sort of immunity. Nicci fidgeted and played with her necklace, and took a deep breath to try and calm herself. And that was when she scented an unfamiliar wolf. Great, what was it with all the newbies these days? In an instant Nicci was standing a little straighter, and she scanned seemingly human faces as she tried to pinpoint the owner of the scent.

Who: Corwin and Nicci
When: Nighttime
Where: Ozzy's

Nicci had gone to lunch with her parents earlier in the day, which perhaps explained why she actually looked sweet when she had stepped into Ozzy's that night. After lunch she'd headed to a friend's house and bought a bottle of percs, and holy hell did that make a person lose track of time fast. At least when paired with all the other shit floating around in Nicci's system. If you had asked her what she'd been doing since two that afternoon she wouldn't have been able to tell you. Staring into space? Watching Spanish soap operas? Knocking over a 711 and stealing a slurpee machine? No fucking clue. Whatever she'd done, she'd been entertained. The world was just starting to drift back into focus as the sun went down, and she'd been in the back of her car with a group of her friends, driving over to Ozzy's. Good enough!

Nicci was feeling good. Really good. Not the pretend-y kind she usually settled for. All of her problems felt very far away, and she was experiencing the world through a fog that might as well have been made with cotton candy and baby unicorns. Which was why when she even started to feel like she might be coming down (you know, sometime in the next week or so), she dropped everything (which had been dancing) and headed straight for the bar. Coming down was not an option. She was going to milk this for all it was worth. A particular scent was nagging at the back of her mind, but that seemed far away too. When she reached the bar, the nearest bartender had his back to her, so she leaned against the bar and whistled. "Excuuuuuse me! Bartender! I have a complaint! I am not drunk yet! Please fix this!"

Who: Jackson and Nicci
When: Afternoon
Where: Streets of S.O.

Nicci always had mixed feelings about the full moons ever since her brother had taken over. Any other day of the month and she was used to his status as alpha (albeit still silently displeased a lot of the time). The full moons were different, as they’d only had a few of those so far. Rationally she could see that, as far as the full moon went, it was the one time when absolutely nothing had changed.

Rationality and Nicci were very rarely on speaking terms.

She was itching for a good run though, and determined to be positive about it all. She’d spent the day mentally preparing herself, but the hours ticked by slowly. Finally she got Minibar’s leash and decided to take the little MaltiPoo for a good, long walk. She always left Mini in Fluffy’s care on the night of the full moon, and she liked to try and tire her out beforehand so she wouldn’t be any trouble. She was such a little thing that she could hardly ever be classified as trouble anyway, but she was the closest thing to a baby Nicci was likely to ever have and to say she was overprotective of the puppy was… a bit of an understatement.

The pre-moon walk was a pretty regular routine, and Mini usually knew what it meant. Most of the time Nicci just carried her around. Mini’s mood was a mix of excitement at the walk, and anxiety at knowing she was going to be left for the night. The puppy shot Nicci a mournful gaze as she sniffed around a tree. “Don’t look at me like that, baby,” Nicci cooed. “I can’t take you with me. No, I can’t! The big bad wolvies would just gobble you up whole. Yes, they would. Yes, they would! Coz you is just a wittle-“ Wait. What was that? A breeze blew by and Nicci realized she was downwind from an unfamiliar wolf. That made two werewolves she didn’t know in her territory in less than thirty days. “Hmph.” Nicci had to fight the burning desire to mark the tree right along next to Minibar. Immediately she surveyed the street north of her, trying to figure out who was the mystery wolf.

Holder for Camilla and Nicci

Who: Nicci and Dominic
Where: A bar
When: Evening

( Wake Up Call )