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Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

Friday: February 15, 2008

[info]thecaringgift
Who: Marley and Adam
When: Afternoon
Where: Mausoleum area
What: An elemental has to deal with a firecracker

Marley was mentally beating herself up for not helping out with searching for the missing ladies. But at the same time her constant mood swings and on edge behavior wasn't exactly helpful behavior for looking for two people in a more than dangerous situation. With the way her outbursts of negative emotions were these days, she probably would do more harm than good by defying orders. She'd probably think she could go off on her own, only to get herself in trouble. So yeah, a lone walk towards where the dead rested was just what she needed.

She couldn't understand being pissed off for no reason. Maybe she needed to get our more, maybe it was the weather...or maybe she needed to talk about it. The empath realized she hadn't been keeping in touch with her friends. But then again, why burden friends with personal crap you can't quite explain? Yeah and she most certainly wasn't going to talk about how she felt to a stranger.

The longer her mind chatted with itself about how annoyed, flustered and lost she felt, the more pissed off and annoyed her general stance became. Marley's breathing was very offbeat, her fists were clenched and her eyes were narrowed as if she were looking for someone or something.

When she suddenly bumped into someone, instead of saying sorry or moving on, she pushed them. Marley normally would have looked at her oddly colored converse shoes and apologized before walking away. But this time not only did she push the stranger again, but she proceeded to yell at them.

"Right because it's so easy to bump into someone on a road that's like a bazillion feet wide!"
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Monday, November 9th, 2009

Friday: February 15, 2008

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and Jordan
When: Mid-morning
Where: The farm where Adam lives.
What: A second meeting for a djinni and elemental.

Adam heard about the search parties and the missing girls, but he put all of that business out of his mind. Though he knew his family was involved, he had only gone to talk about it with Constance. Adam remained firm in his decision to stay out of their affairs. He was watching over his farm, which was the main focus of his new life. The farm itself wasn’t huge by any standards, but it was of a well size. He planted a number of cold weather crops in hopes they would grow well for the season. Spring was just around the corner, but it had not yet arrived on their doorstep.

Today, he was outside checking the seedlings as they sprouted higher from the soil. Lettuce, cauliflower, potatoes, garlic, broccoli, and cabbage were among some of the types of plants in his fields. Living away from the city had its advantages. He could walk outside like this and roam over a large tract of land without seeing another living being like himself, only the plants and trees that whispered and talked to him. Some were still in hibernation, sleeping away the cold season. Others were awake and rather chipper or sleepy. As an earth elemental, he could hear their voices and communicate with them. It was one of the perks that made farming a good lifestyle choice for him.

However, the welcoming quiet of the farm didn’t mean he would spend today alone. People did venture this way on occasion, especially if the town life became overwhelming for them. His farm was close to one of the roads, and spotting him in the field would be easy for even the untrained eye.
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Thursday, October 1st, 2009

Tuesday: February 12, 2008

[info]pyromancy
Who: Jordan - open
What: Taking a walk at night
When: Very late at night
Where: Out on the road

The djinn was in a restless mood. It was far too cold, and she hated the cold. Thankfully she could warm herself up. She couldn't just sit at home though, she wanted to walk. It had started pacing back and forth her place, but eventually she just left. Now she was walking out on the road, with her arms crossed in front of herself and trying to figure out why she was so restless. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't dream, none of it. Everything seemed to have her on edge lately. She was feeling isolated, and though she only brought it upon herself, she felt lonely. Honestly she had no idea how to get around that though because she was so not a people person, and not being lonely meant being decent to people. Go figure.

So she walked, and kept her arms wrapped around herself, exhaling a large breath, so cold that she could see it in front of her.
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Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Thursday: January 31, 2008

[info]wishgranted
Who: Dylan & Adam
When: Evening
Where: Constance & Adam's cottage.
What: Dylan confronts Adam about what happened to Chris in the dungeon yesterday.

It took a lot for the djinni to get infuriated, but today was one of those days. He learned of some sensitive information regarding the orphan, Chris Jung. Yesterday, she was in the dungeon visiting her friend when a man attacked both Hayate and her. Chris was flung against the wall and knocked unconscious by strength ten times her own. It could have done more damage than what the girl was kindly handed by fate. The right hit could have even killed her, but that was not the most disturbing part of the news.

The most disturbing part was who would do something like that to the young girl. It was the least likely suspect, but the description only matched one man. Only one man could walk through walls and turn into the soil beneath their feet. Only one man could make his arm a vine, his abilities gifting him with such an extraordinary connection to the element he was originally born of.

It was a man whom Dylan knew very well.

Dylan spoke with Constance ahead of time and asked her permission to confront Adam alone. The news stunned the former Head Council member into silence. She denied it at first, not believing it to be true. It did not take long for Dylan to convince her of its authenticity, though. He took her to see the girl and hear the description from the boy. Constance did not want to believe it, but she didn’t have a choice. She conceded to Dylan’s request.

( He walked into the cottage, closing the door behind him. )
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Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

Wednesday: January 30, 2008

[info]runasone
Who: Chris, Charlie, Hayate, and Adam
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall Dungeon
What: Flaring tempers have a tendency to burn innocent bystanders

Chris's days had been spent in the dungeons as of late. A cold, and dank place that smelled musty, and was not at all pleasant. It wasn't where the girl would have normally spent her time, but it was where Hayate was being held. Being held unfairly, if anyone asked Chris, which no one did but she gave her opinion to them anyway. She'd told anyone she encountered, and often gave nasty looks to the guards that were watching Hayate. In the beginning they had tried to stop her from getting too close to the "criminal", but she had thrown such a fit that they all eventually learned to let her pass. The girl was crazy, they would whisper, but Chris didn't care. She just wanted to be near Hayate.

He seemed lonely behind the bars, and Chris wished so hard that she could give him a hug, or something. The most she could manage was to interlace her fingers, her arms the only thing that spanned the distance between them.

"Are you hungry yet? I'm gonna go to the blood bank, kay? Bring you some 'A negative'? Or do you feel like something different today?" Chris smiled a little mischievously at the vampire. It was her attempt at a joke to try to cheer him up since she couldn't do anything else.

( Being behind bars doesn't necessarily mean you're safe. )
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Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

Friday: January 25, 2008

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam & Aveira
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Combat Gym
What: Adam is letting out his frustrations. Watch out!

The elemental’s fist collided with the punching bag, exuding so much force it tore the bag right off the hook and sent the bulky punching bag flying a couple of feet across the floor. Sand poured out of the rip and spilled over the smooth wood below, and Adam gritted his teeth as he turned away from the sight. Without anything to hit anymore, he sent his fist flying into his other hand. A loud smack reverberated through the air, and suddenly, he was turning around and running toward the fallen bag.

Adam kicked it so hard it went soaring, sand showering over the gym until the bag landed in the bleachers with a bang. He took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with the motions, but it wasn’t bringing the elemental any peace. His peace had been permanently disturbed by the news of Sanura’s condition, and she hadn’t woken up yet from her unconscious state in the medical pavilion.

It wasn’t often that Adam got this angry. In fact, he’d never been this angry before in his life. No one had ever tried to actually hurt someone he cared about before, and the feeling of hate rushing through his veins was as new as first steps and first words for a baby. He hadn’t ever experienced feelings like this, and he wasn’t equipped with handling them. Twenty-six years was a long time to live to have never known hate, but Adam was new to it. The cuts on her body weren’t accidental, the doctor had said. They were deliberate.

Someone had done this to her on purpose, and Adam didn’t have the person in question to use them as a punching bag. This would have to do.
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Sunday, April 12th, 2009

Monday; December 24 2007

[info]cateyes
Who: Sanura and Adam
When Late Night
Where Outside the Sweets Shop//going home
What: What's the point of Christmas? So Sanura thinks


( It's like playing pretend )
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Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Friday: December 21, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and OPEN
When: 1:00 PM
Where: The ice rink in the market place.
What: Adam is trying out his hand at ice skating.

Despite living in Alaska for all of his life, Adam had never been ice skating. With the long, cold winters in his state, it seemed as if he would at least be familiar with the art of ice skating, but Adam was oblivious to it like he was with many other things. As he watched the people out there on the ice, he thought they looked like they were having a fun time. Adam cringed whenever he saw someone fall over or slip, colliding with the hard ice below. It looked painful. Since the elemental had never skated before, he idly wondered how easy it would be if he gave it a try.

Adam rarely thought in terms of something being too hard for him to do, so he was more likely to try it than to not try it. Finally, he mustered up enough curiosity to go and get some skates for his feet. Once he found the proper size, he slipped them on and tied them up. Then, quite suddenly, he wasn't sure what to do. Adam sat there for a long while, just sliding his feet across the ice in front of the bench. It was placed right beside the ice rink for beginners, so he was capable of just sitting down and moving his feet along without actually standing and doing anything.

Eventually, Adam took a deep breath and settled the blades of his skates against the ice at the same time. With one solid heft upward, he pushed himself to his feet. The balance the elemental had at first didn't last very long, as he found himself wobbling, and then, with the wrong move, Adam went crashing to the ground like he had seen a handful of people do before him.

His lower back hurt, and Adam wanted to rub it to make it feel better as he winced there on the ice. He pushed himself to a sitting position, sweeping his hair out of his face.

Apparently, this was going to be hard.
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Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

Wednesday: November 7, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Constance and Adam
When: Nighttime
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: Talk of separation of alchemist and elemental.

Constance was beginning to feel it in her bones. Age was catching up with her despite the carmot, and her body had long been worn out before she had begun to take the mineral. Though she wasn't getting physically worse, her mind was fraying at the edges and it would only be so much longer before she stopped the use of carmot altogether.

She wanted to talk to Adam about it and let him know now was as good a time as any to consider the ritual needed to separate them. After all, she wasn't getting any younger and she wasn't going to subject Adam to her fate. The two of them were seated in the living room, and Adam's face showed his worry since he wasn't sure what Constance wanted to talk to him about, even though he knew it was serious. "What is it?" Adam finally asked, breaking the silence.

Constance sighed heavily. "Adam, I'm getting old," she said. "I'm tired, and I'm weary. I don't know how much longer I want to take the carmot."

She could see the confusion on his face. Adam wasn't sure how to react, but another part of him understood her choice. While he could have acted like a child about it, he knew this was serious and it wasn't his decision to make. "So," he began in a quiet voice, "what does that mean?"

"It means we need to talk about our options when it comes to separation."

It was a single sentence, but it conveyed everything she needed to say to him. Constance looked over at Adam, and she saw the warring emotions on his face, but she also saw the acceptance deep in his eyes. He always knew this day would come, and they would have to face it together. They would die together, or they would separate the bond between them and leave Adam free of her. It would come down to one of those decisions, and Constance knew Adam didn't want to leave this world he had come to love so soon. Not when he was just beginning to understand it.

"Okay," Adam murmured, and it was all she needed to hear.

"I'll get some tea," Constance said, getting up from the couch. "When I get back, we'll talk." She made her way to the kitchen, patting Adam's shoulder as she walked by him. It was going to be a long night, and a little hot tea wouldn't hurt to help pass the time.
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Wednesday: November 7, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and Sanura
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The stables and Silmé Lagoon.
What: Pegasus riding to the lagoon, where they act like children and splash around in the water. ;P

Spending some time with Theora helped to enliven Adam's spirits once more, and today he was the picturesque face of happiness as he led one of the pegasi from the stables. He petted the pegasus's mane, brushing his hand over the coarse hair and grinning at the animal. "Let's go for a flight today," Adam mused out loud as he walked. "I bet you never get to fly as much as you want. You and me can take to the skies and soar high above Elysium!"

Riding pegasi always held more dangers to it than riding a normal horse, as there wasn't anything holding you down onto the animal. If it swerved too much only once, it would easy to fall off and go tumbling towards the ground. Pegasi were loyal and careful creatures, though, and knew how to protect their riders best. Accidents were minimal if they ever happened, and they normally only happened in times of war if the pegasus was stolen and mistreated by its new owners. Adam had read that up somewhere in the library.

He came to a halt in the middle of the fenced in area, his hand holding the side of the pegasus's neck. There were no straps on the animal. Adam didn't need them, and he knew the animal wouldn't like them. As he gazed outward, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face. Adam's face burst into a grin, and he released the pegasus to rush towards the edge of the fence.

( “Sanura!” Adam called, waving his hand frantically. )
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Monday, December 29th, 2008

Friday: November 2, 2007

[info]headcouncil
WHO: Open to anyone who wants to attend.
WHEN: Just after sunset.
WHERE: Northern Forest, near Van'taurë Lake.
WHAT: Faye and Kaiya's funeral.

Funerals in the most common fae tradition involved simple pyres to burn the bodies of the dead. It was an old tradition used to hide the bodies of the deceased, even in death, from the eyes of prying outsiders. Humans became known for ruining sacred ground by building their cities upon them or digging up the dead and, especially as time worn on, cremation became commonplace for most fae communities in the last few centuries. At Faye and Kaiya’s funeral, two elaborate pyres had been constructed in their honor near Van'taurë Lake.

The funeral began as a march. All those who attended walked a path from the edge of the forest to the location of the pyres by the lake. The journey to death had to be taken by all, and the crowd walked together with the people carrying the bodies of the deceased upon wooden carriers.

The colors of death were draped over their bodies. White was the color of death. Each woman wore a white dress, a white sheet draped over the lower half of their bodies, and white veils placed over their faces. Each of them held a bouquet of white sweet pea flowers in their hands. White poppy petals littered their dresses and the sheets over them.

When the march finally ended, they arrived at the pyres and stood at attention close to the lake. There were no seats. Faye and Kaiya were taken to their respective pyres and carried up to the top of the complicated structures. There, they were placed, and those who took them up the pyres returned to the ground. A song was sung by a choir of faes as the pyres were lit. All that could be done was to watch the fires rise up the pyres as attendees paid their respects by aiding the deceased into the afterlife with their presence.
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Thursday, December 25th, 2008

Thursday: November 1, 2007

[info]livinghell
Who: Travis and Adam (with an apperance from Constance)
When: Noon-ish
Where: Starts at Constance/Adam Cottage
What: Oh well halo call me Mr. Nielsen ;D


If you’re going to the Market and you’re coming all the way from the damn Water Bungalow’s, there is no way in hell that you shouldn’t try and find something else to do other than buy some food then call it quits. It wasn’t like a walk across the street. While talking to his daughter was a good chunk of time worth the walk back, Travis still wanted to stay in Helicharis. So why not meet some of the people in the area?

Of course, when the fire mage told his daughter he was going to pay the towns people a visit, she had come up with the dare that he knock on a random door and tell the person he encountered whatever came to mind. He wasn’t one for saying no. Besides, who the hell cared? He lived nowhere near the Town Cottages. He doubted he could get in serious trouble for being a jackass.

So, on went his journey to find a cottage that struck his fancy. “Boring, Boring, Boring. God, don’t you people do anything with your houses?” Some people’s exterior design needed some serious looking at. This was going to be their residence for perhaps life for Christ sakes, do something with it. At least put on some sort of address or something.

Finally, after what seemed to be three hours, a house caught his interest. Travis tilted his head as if he was trying to figure out why the hell the house was so intriguing to him. He quickly waltzed to the door and knocked. During the period while he was waiting for someone to answer, he was thinking of a role he could bullshit.
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Thursday, December 18th, 2008

Wednesday: October 31, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and Theora
When: Nighttime.
Where: Theora's tree cottage.
What: An elemental/elf sleepover. This should be interesting!

Adam hadn't been in the mood to go to the festivities tonight. Even though he'd helped with the decorations and setting things up, he wasn't up for actual participation. Theora had offered to keep him company for All Hallow's Eve, and she requested his company at her home. He felt bad at first for keeping her from the festival, but Theora insisted to spend the night with him. Adam accepted the offer and found himself at her tree cottage before evening settled upon them.

They sat on the floor of her sitting room, which was littered with pillows, as a fireplace roared quietly nearby. Each of them were covered in blankets to keep warm, and Adam wore his holiday-themed pajamas with matching slippers. Theora, too, was dressed in pajamas fitting for the weather. With steaming cups of herbal tea, they were watching a movie together on a television Theora recently added to her home. If they were going to stay in for the night, there weren't many opportunities aside from talking, doing activities, working, or watching movies. Since everyone else was enjoying their night, Adam and Theora resolved they were going to enjoy their night as well.

Theora's herbal tea was the best Adam had ever tasted, and he closed his eyes as he took a sip from it. The warmth spread all throughout his body rather quickly, a small smile appearing on his lips. He opened his eyes, placing down his cup. On the television, The Corpse Bride was playing to suit the occasion of All Hallow's Eve. Adam was enjoying the movie, especially since he he had never seen it before. Adam never watched much television back home, but he liked this movie because it was made with clay figures and that was very neat.
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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

Tuesday: October 30, 2007

[info]elunesgrace
Who: Theora and Adam
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Ancient Elven Tree
What: Last minute preparations for the festival

With the Hallow's Eve festival one day away, everyone who had volunteered to help found themselves putting on the finishing touches to the décor. Pumpkin shaped lanterns were strung between wooden poles that surrounded the Ancient Elven Tree, as were garlands of orange, yellow and red leaves. There were group of elves who were busy carving jack-o-laterns, while a group of fae were stringing together flowers for crowns. A group of dryads were urging the trees around them to deposit more of their leaves on the ground, and using their powers change them into brilliant colors.

"Priestess!" A small fae fluttered up to the Elven maiden, her hands holding a half-finished wreath. "I need more Canterbury Bells and Bunny Tail Grass!"

Theora turned to the young fae, taking the unfinished wreath into her hand. "Well this is a perfectly good crown as it is. Do you really need more flowers for it?"

The fae's face turned somber, and her wings drooped a little. It was very obvious that she wanted the flowers to finish her wreath, and Theora just did not have the heart to say no. She sighed a little though there was a very clear smile upon her face. The priestess reached out a hand, her fingers underneath the fae's chin to lift it upward. She smiled at the young fae. "I will gather some for you, but you must be patient since I must travel back to the temple in town."

The small fae beamed brightly, and hugged the priestess around her neck. "Thank you!" She squeaked before she flew away with her wreath.

Theora took a deep breath and prepared for the walk back to the temple. She spotted Adam helping with some of the decorations by the Ancient Elven Tree, and she walked over toward the elemental. He had offered his help when the preparations first began, and while he outwardly looked happy Theora sensed some turmoil coming from deep within him. "Adam!" She called out to him, her hand waving in the air. "Would you mind escorting me to the temple? We have not had a chance to spend time with one another, and I would very much like your company as we travel."
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Thursday, November 20th, 2008

Monday: October 29, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and Shawn
When: 10:00 PM
Where: The shore near the water bungalows.
What: Elemental meets elemental.

Adam was more impervious to cold weather than most, having lived nearly all of his life in Alaska. Fall of the Macedonian region was nothing by comparison, and his jeans and comfortable jacket were enough for the elemental. He didn't need too much. Staring forward into the night, Adam watched the light waves rock against the lake shore not too far away from the edge of his feet. He was sitting on dry sand, of course. The last thing he needed at this moment was to be sitting in water.

With his forearms on his bent-up knees and hands held out, Adam was also in the middle of summoning the nearby plant life to grow out towards the water. The small branches of bushes continued to expand, new leaves sprouting and new roots taking formation along the white sand. Vines curled out of the green expanses behind Adam and slithered over the shore, all of it growing towards the water. It moved like it had a mind of its own, but all of the work was thanks to Adam.

The growth passed a fair area of the shore around him, a couple of yards at least. He wasn't trying to do anything in particular. He just wanted to see the limbs reach the tip of the lake. He could hear them talking, whispering, joyful at the journey he was giving them. They couldn't move like this on their own, and they had never been this far out. A distance traveled was a distance traveled to a plant, and everything seemed wondrous to them.

He was unaware of anyone else around the shore. Adam's focus was solely on the dark water ahead and the plants passing by his form now, stretching out towards the lake. He'd been spending the last few nights outside, buried in the ground in a shapeless form. It hadn't been as comfortable as his bed as home, but he wasn't going home just yet.
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Friday, November 14th, 2008

Sunday: October 28, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam and Constance
When: Late Evening
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: Constance just can't catch a break, can she?

Adam's world had been turned upside down for the past few weeks as he dealt with the murder of Simon Myles and the suffocating weight of not being able to talk to anyone about it. His feet were leading him back home, back toward his cottage shared with Constance. He needed to talk to someone about it, and the only person he could talk to about it was the very person who had put him into this compromising position.

He opened the front door just in time to see her walking from one room to another. Constance paused in mid-walk, a book held aloft in one of her hands. She paused suddenly, staring at Adam as he stood in the doorway. Silence passed between them as he stared back at her. Finally, Adam stepped into the house and let the door close quietly behind himself.

( “Hello,” he ventured to say. One little word, but it took so much effort to get him to say it. )
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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

Wednesday: October 24, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Constance and Adam [Narrative]
When: Early Morning
Where: The Alexie Cottage
What: The truth finally comes out into the open.

"Adam!" Constance called up the stairs, craning her neck back to see up. "It's time for breakfast! Come down here and get something to eat!" He hadn't been eating as much as he used to ever since Simon's death, and Constance was worried about him. Adam wasn't talking to her, and it wasn't like him not to talk to her. She shook her head, unsure of what was going on with the boy, and made her way back into the kitchen.

Everything was already laid out nice and perfect. The only thing missing was the fact that Adam wasn't down here and seated ahead of time as usual. Constance began cleaning up, washing, and putting away everything she used for cooking breakfast this morning. When she was done, Adam had finally come down the stairs. She turned around to look at him, drying her hands off with one of the kitchen towels. Adam stood in the entrance of the kitchen and just stared uncertainly into the room. "Well?" Constance finally asked him, raising her eyebrows. "Aren't you gonna sit down and eat?" His behavior was getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

"No," Adam said, his voice so quiet it was barely discernible. He shook his head as he looked somewhere on the kitchen floor. "I don't want to eat this morning."

( “Do you think you own me?” Adam shot back. )
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Friday, October 3rd, 2008

Thursday, October 4, 2007

[info]thedaedalus
Who: Malcolm and Adam
When: Morning
Where: Helicharis
What: Finishing up generators and looking for Simon

Malcolm had arrived early at the storage unit to work on the generators. They were just about finished. He and Simon had been spending the last few days setting up the wind generators around Helicharis. It would only take another day or two before they were able to start getting power for the various electronic devices still left. It was a good thing too. Malcolm had other projects he had to move onto. Also, he wanted to spend some more time with Maddy, Idehr and Emily.

But he enjoyed working with Simon. It had been a lot of fun getting to know the young man while they worked on the generators. Malcolm was thinking about asking him to continuing working with him on his upcoming projects.

When Malcolm arrived at the storage unit, he found Simon to be missing. Usually, Simon was there when Malcolm got in. Morning was busy, getting Maddy ready for the day. Yet Simon wasn't there yet.

Figuring Simon was running late, Malcolm got to work on the finishing touches on the generators. He finished the last bits of the magical generator and then looked at his pocketwatch. Simon was more than an hour late now.

"Huh." Rubbing the back of his neck, Malcolm got up. He quickly locked up the storage unit and decided to walk into town, in hopes of finding someone who might know where his work partner was.
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

Friday: September 28, 2007

[info]constantguard
Who: Adam, Constance, and Simon
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: The unjust interrogation of Simon Myles.

With no reason to disbelieve Constance, Adam set his hard eyes on the werewolf the second the man showed up at Town Hall. Politely, Adam and one of the Elven guards led him towards one of the interrogation rooms—a room which could only shelter against magic and not shifting. This time the rooms held no wards against magic. Adam had all of his capabilities available to him, as did Constance. However, Constance’s would not be much use in an interrogation room. Adam’s would be.

It was his charge to protect her. Should anything happen to Constance, it too would happen to Adam. Their bond was not so close that if Constance was wounded, Adam would be wounded as well. It might as well have been as strong, though, for all that Adam knew. He cared and loved for Constance; she was his mother and creator, the giver of his life. Her love for him raised him and taught him well and made him what he was today, and he would never, ever let anyone harm her.

The same was true for his family. Alicia was his family, Constance’s granddaughter and Adam’s niece.

He stood alone in the interrogation room with Simon. Simon seated himself in the chair across from the desk. Adam remained standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Simon would confess to his crimes of trying to hurt Alicia, and Adam would see to it that the werewolf answered for them. He believed Constance. Adam had not reason not to after everything she divulged to him in private, and what she said was true—Simon was dangerous, and he had hurt Alicia.

And he was going to pay for it.
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Sunday, August 24th, 2008

Wednesday: September 26, 2007

[info]nosuchthings
Who: Alicia, Family, & Guards [Narrative]
When: Evening to Night
Where: The dungeon in Town Hall.
What: The deciding moment!

Alicia was given a choice of somewhere outside for the possible transformation with a barrier made specially for her or a cell in the dungeons of Town Hall. Being outside in the dark only made her nerves shake even worse, so Alicia chose the cell. Inside, she felt safer. And maybe, if she was out of sight from the full moon, she wouldn't be so fearful of what was about to happen. There was no guarantee she would change, but Alicia couldn't predict tonight.

Outside of her cell were a few Elven guards and her family. Her grandmother smiled encouragingly, and Alicia smiled back to her. Her mother and father were holding onto each other, scared of what they might witness tonight. Zach was there, too, although the dungeons were devoid of Adrienne. Adrienne actually did shift on the full moon, and she was down by the forest with the rest of the real werewolves. It scared Alicia that it had to have been one of them out of the group who attacked her. The fact that Adrienne was down there with a psycho made her even more worrisome. Maybe it was just an accident, though. They said how it could have been an accident, the Head Council, even though her grandmother remained tight-lipped on the matter.

( Together, they all waited to see what the full moon would bring . . .  )
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