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Danté (darkdevotion) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-07-23 19:58:00

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adrienne conté, alana motkova, brian gallagher, cameron riggs, danté donovan, dione castel, edelia brea, events: mystery plot 1, katy wilson, marley brenin, river meadows, ryan conway, sascha connolly, vivian kwon, zach kitano

Sunday: February 3, 2008
Who: Dante, Zach, and open to others
When: Evening
Where: Beginning at Market Place
What: Dante's a shady mofo, fo'real, and he's mentally unstable.

The dark aura around Dante spread out like grotesque wings, slicing through the tranquil air in the haven and leaving behind a heaviness that hadn't been present before. Dante flew through the night on those dark wings with Zach in tow. One hand clasped tight around the boy's smaller wrists as he dragged him through the dusty trails of the cottages. The lycanthrope didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do with the boy. No - he did know what he was going to do with Zach. He was going to kill him. Gut him from throat to groin, and let his innards spill to the earth. He'd display the empty shell in front of Adrienne's house as a final show of power. How could he resist her then if she saw how weak the alchemist truly was? Surely, she wouldn't.

He was only semi-shifted with sharp claws on his hands, and sharp teeth in his mouth. His shirt was torn with the protruding muscles of his arms, chest, and back. The vertebrae of his back was pushing upward, curving into the lumbering form of the werewolf. His muzzle had yet to form, but the madness in his eyes was already there. It had always been there. Lying in wait for the perfect moment that didn't exist. There was no perfection in this - only insanity and chaos. All of Dante's planning didn't mean a thing when it seemed violence was the only way to make things happen.

He should've known that the only way to get things in life was to take them.

All logic was gone from the man's mind, and he made his way toward the market place without another thought. Dante didn't think of the people he would encounter, or the fact that someone might recognize him. He was a rabid animal running wherever his feet took him. Instinct had taken over, as did madness. Madness must never be overlooked.

He was in the market place before he knew it, and there were eyes on him. Staring at him. Whispering about him. He heard them all, too. It was too much. He growled as loud as he could, a warning to everyone to stay back.

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Dione, open to others

audiomorbid
2009-07-24 03:41 am UTC (link)

From Dione's point of view, the fact that he hadn't come near her in over a week could only be viewed as a rejection. The tiny scars left behind by his teeth had itched for a day or two only to stop. She could still feel them under her fingertips. He'd left bruises on her arms from where he'd shaken her, but those had faded completely.

She'd faded back into her life, little more than a ghost of a woman. So she had been her entire life. So she expected she would be for the rest of her life. Dexter had talked to her, rambling on for hours about how she needed to talk to someone in authority. How she'd been attacked by a rabid creature. How she wasn't safe with such a thing stalking her. Dione had stopped listening to him after the first four hours.

"I won't send anyone after him. He deserves better from me," Dione defended him as best she could despite the fact that her frustration was rapidly mounting.

The only thing a monster deserves is a cage. He'd been saying things like that since the attack. Dione was practically deaf to him.

The woman had been in the Wine Bar when the commotion started, people speaking in hurried and terrified whispers about something going on. It was Dexter who came to her, settling next to her at the piano and saying: You'd better stay here. Your monster boyfriend has taken another captive.

Pulling her hands up from the keyboard, Dione picked up her cane and decided she would not stay where she was. Did she think there was really anything a weak little blind girl could do? No, not really, but she got up and moved along anyway.

Dione, stop. This is a bad idea.

"Everything is fine," she reassured him, moving to the Wine Bar door and out onto what she would call a porch. "If you're afraid, don't look."

The growling sound should have frightened her, but she'd already faced death against him once, why should she worry about it now? She didn't know if Dante could see her or not, but she could easily hear him.

I have no idea if I handled this right or not.

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Dione, Adrienne, Edelia, River, and Cameron

cursedwithfur
2009-07-25 04:28 am UTC (link)

Truthfully speaking Adrienne was a social creature. She enjoyed the company of friends, and she enjoyed making new ones whenever she could. It was the main reason she was thrilled when she and Edelia made plans for a night out at the Wine Bar. She hadn't been there in a while, and the last time she was there she had almost gotten into a fight with a man who was more than twice her size. It wasn't a bad situation especially since she had Adair to back her up, and they had made a new friend. All in all it was a good night.

The night started off well. Adrienne and Edelia made their way to the bar, and after a couple of drinks their little group of two expanded to four when they met River and Cameron.

"So this guy came up to my friends and I," Adrienne said in the midst of laughter. "Completely wasted, and he tried to hit on my Ashley. It was the saddest thing I had ever seen in my life," Adrienne said as her laughter grew. "This guy could barely keep his balance let alone his liquor. Next thing Ashley knew he was puking all over her shoes. It was disgusting, but I couldn't stop laughing about it."

It was fun sharing drunk stories, especially when those stories were about other people. Adrienne tried very hard to steer away from her own embarrassing moments, not that she had very many, but the ones she did have were big ones. Adrienne couldn't remember a bar ever being this much fun back home, and the only thing that could have made her night better was if Zach was with her. She smiled as she thought about her boyfriend, but she didn't let it distract her from the company she had.

It was hard to say just how much time passed before the commotion in the market place began. Adrienne's sensitive ears picked up on the sound long before the excited whispers, and even before the piano player had risen from her bench. She had ignored it at first, but there was something going on that caused all of her feral instincts to kick into gear. She wondered if her friends felt it, too, and before she knew it she was on her feet.

"I wonder what's going on," she said calmly despite the fact that her heart was racing in her chest. Why was she so anxious all of a sudden? Something wasn't right, and Adrienne had this terrible feeling that whatever was going on involved Zach. She didn't know why she thought that except it was the only thing that could make her this scared, and nervous. She really hoped that her instincts were wrong.