| The Kitano Family & Friends: Bumpy Roads |
[May 12, 2009 @ 6:31pm] |
Who: Kelsey, Zach, Adrienne, Lucinda, Nico, and Loki.
When: Saturday: April 7th, 2007
Where: Zach's house in Del Norte County, California.
What: Kelsey didn’t always approve of Adrienne. In fact, he once hated her. Family drama ensues.
Kelsey made his way down the darkened hall to find Zach, his robe tied around his flannel nightclothes. His mind poured over the information he had discovered just hours before from the mouth of his daughter. Alicia hadn’t said it directly to him, but Kelsey heard her say it nonetheless. His daughter had been talking to Zach about Adrienne, the girlfriend of his son, who had flown across the country to spend some time with Zach at their residence. During their talk, the word werewolf had come up — and it had come up in reference to Adrienne. Many, many times. Alicia had not sounded surprised either. In fact, she had already known about it when Kelsey overhead the two of them talking about her.
Zach had lied to Kelsey about this new girl. Of course she wasn’t a normal human, coming from the same school that Zach had been sent off to, but his son had lied to him about exactly what she was. An animal shapeshifter, Zach had said. Lucinda had said it, too, as did Alicia. Adrienne was not an animal shapeshifter with the ability to become a wolf, though. She was a monster — a werewolf of all things — and Zach had allowed her to come into their home without as much as warning to his own father! If Zach thought that this was something the elder Kitano was going to brush off and forgive, he was deeply mistaken.
( “I’m wrong?” Kelsey inquired. His voice was so low, so quiet it silenced Zach completely. “I’m wrong about wanting to protect my family? About wanting to protect my son from making the biggest mistake of his life? For getting involved with a werewolf!” )
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| Zach, Constance, and Adam: Plans |
[May 03, 2009 @ 9:49pm] |
Who: Zach, Constance, and Adam
When: Early afternoon of January 8th, 2008.
Where: Constance and Adam's cottage.
What: Constance is getting weary and old, and she wants to talk to Zach about something very important: Adam needs a new alchemist.
The walk to his grandmother’s house was filled with dread. He couldn’t get the encounter with Dante off of his mind ever since it happened, but he didn’t believe the other guy. Dante was clearly crazy, a little too much off his rocker, and Zach didn’t know whether or not to tell his grandmother. Last he talked to her, she had resigned from her position on the Head Council. Did she even have any sway anymore? Well, he knew she was friends with Theora and Dylan, but he didn’t know how far that friendship extended. He knew Theora, to a degree, but he didn’t know Dylan at all.
His grandmother said the position took too much of a toll on her and she couldn’t deal properly with the responsibilities any longer. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the capabilities. Constance was one of the toughest people he had ever known. It was age, weariness, and tire with life. She wanted a break from it all at last, a retirement of sorts. There was only so much a person could take, and Zach watched as his grandmother just couldn’t take it anymore.
( “Zach,” his uncle said happily, enveloping him in a hug that Zach easily returned. )
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| Dante and Zach: A confrontation - Part 1 |
[April 29, 2009 @ 4:36pm] |
Who: Dante and Zach
When: Friday - December 28, 2007 - Late Afternoon
Where: Near the alchemy labs
What: Dante delivers a threat
Dante had spent far too long in limbo. Doing nothing - saying nothing. It was unlike him, but it was necessary for survival. The facade had to last longer than usual, but the price he paid was losing more of whatever sanity he had left. The last full moon had pushed him to a point he had never been to before - he was riddled with anxiety even after a few days of rest. He needed to do something, and that something involved a particular alchemist.
He had watched him before, but he was never as dedicated as he was this day.
Zach.
The boy was the bane of his existence. He was the only person blocking the path to his destiny, but killing him would have garnered too much attention. Killing him would have pitted Adrienne against him. Adrienne was the goal - she had always been the goal. Fate had brought him to this place, and in turn brought him to her. It was a sign that they belonged together. If only she could see the same thing.
Dante waited for Zach outside the alchemy labs. He would wait all night if he had to, but sooner or later the boy would leave, and when he did he would run straight into Dante.
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| Dominic - Politicians don't rest, not even when it's cold |
[April 28, 2009 @ 9:18pm] |
Who: Dominic [Narrative]
When: January 2, 2008 - afternoon
Where: The Market Place
What: Campaigning - what else?
The wind was cold, and biting. It reminded Dominic of being out in the Northern Atlantic when he was in the Navy. He loved the open waters, but he wasn't a fan of the cold. He pulled the collar of his jacket over the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. "Damn cold," he muttered beneath his breath as he walked around the market place to meet-and-greet the people he passed. The siren was surprised that there were quite a few people out on such a cold day - half of them didn't even look like the cold bothered them at all. Dominic said 'hello' to everyone, and gave them small hand-outs of his original campaign poster.
"Hi, I'm Dominic Powell, and I'm running for Vice-Council," he told them with a grin that was made for politics. "I just want to make a difference if I can," he added after he gave them a hand-out. The siren made sure that he added a little bit of magic with every word that spilled from his lips. There wasn't a rule against using his magic to give himself a nudge, was there? At least the Head Council hadn't said anything about it in the beginning. As far as he was concerned it was part of his campaigning technique, and he didn't do it enough for it to become suspicious. He controlled his power well enough now, and he knew just how much to use, and when to use it.
Shops were more than happy to place his posters in their window, and Dominic took the time to talk to the shop keepers about what they hoped to see in the future in Elysium. He listened to each of them, and made it seem like he really cared. A part of him did, but there was another part that saw the bigger picture of it all. He had to win a place on the Vice Council. So much of the future depended on it.
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| Irei: Picking up a stray. |
[April 14, 2009 @ 5:57pm] |
Who: Irei and a new companion
When: Saturday, November 10, 2007. During twilight hours.
Where: outside of the Wine Bar.
What: Irei finds a small shadow that follows him home.
Irei stumbled out of the wine bar feeling more than a little tanked. He had probably over done it again with the drinking, and was unable to walk straight. Sascha wouldn’t be too happy when his friend returned home, unless he was somehow preoccupied and didn’t notice Irei walk in. But Irei hardly felt like he could pull off a ninja act in his current state of inebriation.
He placed his hand on the face of the building and pulled his jacket closed around his thin frame. It was getting colder in this place. Irei hated cold weather and winter was his least favorite season. He had been born on a tropical island even though he had lived the last few years of his life in New York before the pandemic and the wars. He had been awake in the morning drinking hot tea when he saw the small white flurries fall from the sky and cursed under his breath. He knew it was going to be cold at night when he would make his pilgrimage to the wine bar.
Irei was becoming quite well known at the bar, and one of the bartenders had talked him into eating a little with his drink. Irei didn’t even pay much attention to what it was, something fried and greasy that had no business being eaten with wine. No one seemed to understand that he had become used to the pangs of hunger. Like other things that seemed to surround him, he would miss them if they were gone. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t eat, Sascha made sure of that even as he stole food from Irei’s plate.
The food felt like a lead weight in Irei’s stomach and the feel of it was making his insides churn. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and stumbled into the side alley before he had a chance to vomit in front of the popular building.
After purging his body of the contents of his stomach he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He could still taste the acid and the bile in his mouth, and he spit on the ground in an attempt to rid himself of it when he heard a shift among the trash cans. He looked up and focused on the area where the noise had come from as a small black shadow walked out from between the cans and started the mewl at him.
( Irei blinked a few times at the black cat. “Shouldn’t you be on some witch’s broom?” )
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| Lucinda & Sascha: Protective Momma |
[February 01, 2009 @ 3:37pm] |
Who: Lucinda and Sascha
When: Thursday, November 8, 2007. Early Afternoon.
Where: The Library
What: Parents can be scary, especially protective mothers.
Kelsey attempted to talk her out of it for days, but Lucinda wasn't hearing any of it. She made it known to her husband that she would come looking for Sascha at his place of work, which happened to be the library. Kelsey also worked there, and he tried as best as he could to ask Lucinda to step down and leave it alone. He said that Zach could take care of himself, and Lucinda agreed their son was more than capable of taking care of himself. What bothered her most of all would be an adult posing as Zach's friend, trying to get close to her son for ulterior motives. She didn't want an adult lying to her son like that and pulling wool over his eyes.
She came to the library after lunch and made her way to the front desk. The mother had no idea what Sascha looked like as she had never met him before, and so she knew she wouldn't recognize him. The best thing for her to do was to remain polite until she found him. Her hand rang the small bell on the desk, tapping it a few times, as her eyes looked for someone to appear. Finally, a man did show up. Lucinda took a deep breath and told herself to remain calm.
"Hello," she called out. "I'm looking for a Sascha Connolly. Would you be able to tell me if he is here or where I can find him?" Hopefully, it was a good introduction.
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| Chris and Hayate: Confessions of a jealous teenager |
[January 30, 2009 @ 9:35pm] |
Who: Chris and Hayate
When: November 10, 2007 - Afternoon
Where: Start - Near the café, End - Hayate's cottage
What: Hayate isn't the only one who gets possessive
Chris had been in a bad mood ever since the day she spied Hayate with another woman. The image was burned on her memory, a wretched reminder that the boy that she liked had been holding hands with another girl! She stomped everywhere she went, and her brother knew better than to get in her way. She didn't answer him when he asked her what was wrong, choosing to give him the evil eye instead of telling him her problems. He was a boy, and at that point Chris thought that all boys were jerks.
The young girl hadn't left the water bungalow until today, her feet dragging her toward the Market Place. Chris wasn't going anyplace in particular she just needed to walk around to clear her mind, but all she kept thinking about was Hayate and how she missed him. But she didn't want to miss him - he didn't deserve to be missed! He was with someone else, holding hands with someone else, and he was a big jerk because of it!
She growled under her breath, steam rising from her parted lips. It was chilly out, and there was some snow on the ground from the morning. Was this their first snow of the season? Chris didn't know, and she didn't care at the moment. She sighed a little, and lifted her head to see where she was going. Her breath caught in her chest and she stopped dead in her tracks. There, standing in front of the café, was Hayate. Chris looked around for the other girl, but it seemed as if the vampire was alone. Unable to move from her spot (since it seemed her feet had a mind of their own) Chris decided to glare at him. Her anger rose in her chest as her eyes remained fixed on the vampire.
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| Zach and Adrienne: Birthday Girl |
[January 30, 2009 @ 9:52pm] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Sunday, December 9, 2007. Nighttime.
Where: Zach’s room.
What: Adrienne’s birthday surprise.
WARNINGS: Mature sexual content between lovebirds.
Zach noted to himself that it had been raining nonstop today as he glanced outside of his bedroom window. The rain put a damper on any possible outside ideas for Adrienne’s birthday, but it had been raining for a few days now and he had expected as much. Scraping his original plans, Zach came up with something on the fly. While it was semi-childish, it was the best he could do on short notice. He hoped Adrienne would like it as he hurried out of his room and back downstairs.
Adrienne hadn’t asked him anything all day after he said happy birthday, but he noticed as her mood began to drop towards the evening. He hadn’t given her any gifts yet and nothing short of those two celebratory words coupled with a kiss, so Adrienne was probably wondering why the hell her boyfriend sought it fit not to give her anything. That wasn’t the case, though. Zach had set up her surprise ahead of time in his room, and he was just waiting until nighttime to unveil it to her.
The couple had left her cottage not too long ago, and they were lucky enough to have heavy duty raincoats to shield them from the rain on the way to Zach’s home. The dry warmth of Zach’s cottage was welcoming after their travel, and he just had to add the finishing touches while she waited downstairs. Now, he stood on the last step with a big grin on his face and beckoned her with his hand. “C’mon,” Zach said, “I have something to show you.”
Up the stairwell they went until they reached the top, and Zach ushered her to his bedroom door. “Close your eyes.” Zach was smiling, fighting off the anticipation as he waited for Adrienne to cover her face with her hands or just close her eyes, and he slowly opened the door to lead her inside by the arm.
“Look,” he murmured, biting on his lower lip as he turned to gauge her reaction.
He had set up a tent in his room using sheets, but it was a tent that looked more like a palace of sheets. There were little flags and an opening made of a square cloth, one they could pull aside in order to enter. From outside of the tent, the whole structure seemed to glow. Zach had set up lights on the inside, where her cake and presents awaited her.
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| Sascha and Dione |
[January 28, 2009 @ 8:14pm] |
Who: Sascha and Dione
When: Wednesday, November 21, 2007- Late Morning
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Sometimes music is the best therapy
Sascha could feel the strings vibrating beneath his calloused fingertips as he strummed at his guitar. He wasn't familiar with musical notation or any of the more technical aspects of playing; if asked to read a sheet of music or take melodic dictation, he'd likely end up staring blankly into space or doodling randomly on the page. No, he was mainly self-taught, so everything he knew, he'd learned through trial and error. He was surprisingly skilled if you took that fact into account, and he'd picked up on an astonishing number of musical pieces simply playing by ear.
It was unusual for Sascha to be in the Wine Bar at this time of day- actually, it was rare for him to ever be in the Wine Bar given the fact that he didn't really drink alcohol anymore- but his library shift wasn't slated to begin until later in the afternoon, so he had time to spare. He'd gotten it on good authority that Dione liked to spend her time playing here most days, and he'd been in a bit of a mood for the last few weeks. There was always something about this time of year, right around Thanksgiving, when the melancholy really started to sink in; it was bad enough having to manage the cycles of grief that washed over him every September around the anniversary of his family's death, but holidays were always difficult. He wasn't even really in mourning anymore, but there was still that vague, lingering ache that just refused to go away.
( Sascha usually found his solace in writing, or reading, or- sometimes- in music )
He started at the beginning again, and as he played out the notes, he began to lightly sing along. The song resonated with him enough that by the last verse he was strumming almost desperately, eyes shut tight as he belted out the words.
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| Sydni Wilson and Sascha Connolly |
[January 10, 2009 @ 3:18pm] |
When: Shortly after first arriving in Elysium
Where: The Library
What: Handsome librarians confuse Sydni
Sydni had not spoken to anyone in weeks. Well, anyone besides Molly, but the pup, while wonderful, was not much of a conversationalist. The first week in Elysium she had not actually left the cottage, and by then Molly was so wound up from only having the yard to play in, walking could not be avoided. Even during her walks, she never spoke to anyone. When anyone spoke to her, she jumped and moved away as if she were frightened. She was. She was very timid and the world going to Hell didn't make her feel any better. But the walks had helped. Seeing other people, she realize she was not totally alone. Slowly, she began to do odd things for her neighbors. Weed gardens, stack wood. Anything she could do without talking to anyone. Maybe no one noticed. But it helped to focus on something other than the final images of her family. They were no more gruesome than anyone else's, but the brunette internalized so much, that it was enough to make her mute.
Finally, she had grown restless. Maybe it was the wolf inside her, or maybe she was ready to cease mourning. She didn't really know what to do, so she meandered. She even made it into town, though she didn't speak to anyone, even still. Somehow, her feet knew where to take her. The library. Shocked almost, she stood in front of it, staring at the door for a few minutes, before she realized people were staring. Cheeks reddening, she hurried inside.
Once inside, it was like she had stepped into another world. She may have been there a few minutes, or a few hours. But, by the time she was done, she had a stack of books in her arms. Some books she should have read a long time ago (or so she thought): Plato's Republic and The Aeneid; some books she enjoyed: Les Miserables and The Lord of the Rings; even some scientific journals. Making her way to the circulation desk, she felt something akin to giddiness, maybe even contentedness.
Looking up, though, she felt her breath catch. Mircea?! she thought. The books fell from her hands with considerable noise, but she didn't move to pick them up. Echoing her thoughts, she managed a whispered exclamation, "Mircea!" She thought everyone she had known was... gone.
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| Sascha's Snapshots: Session Two |
[December 26, 2008 @ 12:38am] |
Who: Sascha and VARIOUS
What: Assorted drabbles (i.e., a history in 100 words)
Where: Various locations
When: Various points in Sascha's life
Notes and Warning: The first three drabbles were expressly requested by the lovely Maren as part of a holiday writing exchange, and I got so hooked on the challenge of the 100-word-limit that I couldn't stop. Includes some brief sexual content, but this is Sascha, so you were probably expecting it. XD More to follow.
( Big V )
( First Word )
( Day in the Park )
( Annie’s Secret )
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| Emily, Riley and Sanura |
[November 19, 2008 @ 12:10am] |
Who: Emily, Riley and Sanura
When: evening of Thursday, October 4, 2007
Where: Helicharis, Tiki Hut and TBA
What: Emily and Sanura meet Riley in Helicharis and head to the Tiki Hut for some drinking!
Status: incomplete.
Emily rested a palm on her flushed cheek for a moment before looking at Sanura walking on her right. "I still cannot believe I'm wearing this dress," she said. If it could be called a dress at that. The garment certainly redefined the term little black dress. She had met Sanura earlier that evening and exchanged cheerful greetings, which led into enthused conversation and somehow she'd agreed to go out for a few drinks at the Tiki Hut. They needed appropriate clothes, of course, and Emily went back to Sanura's place to borrow the dress.
After a little while of preparation, the women left Sanura's cottage to pass through Helicharis before the walk to the Tiki Hut. A slight breeze tickled Emily's arms and legs and she crossed her arms over her stomach in order to warm herself more. One of the problems with wearing beautiful clothes - they often didn't provide warmth or comfort. Oh well. Walking with Sanura gave her a surge of confidence that she didn't know she could muster and a smile appeared on her face without too much effort at all. Her friend's presence was so upbeat and cheerfully contagious that not smiling was practically illegal.
( And the party continues. )
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| Elijah, Aubert, and Little Constance |
[November 08, 2008 @ 2:24pm] |
Who: Aubert, Elijah, and little Constance
When: Autumn, 1940
Where: Alaska
What: Aubert and Elijah make a trip to share his alchemic knowledge and meet a young Constance
A journey to Alaska was the furthest thing from Elijah’s mind, but Aubert insisted on making the trip. There had been legends spread amongst the various tribes in the frozen North that spoke of people with powers to change ordinary items into jewels and sometimes gold. The older generation called it magic, but Aubert knew instantly that it was alchemy. It was the same gift that he had been given, and it was exciting news since the old Frenchman had never met another alchemist before in his entire life. He knew he could not pass on the opportunity to meet others like himself, and to share his knowledge with them.
“Allez, Elijah!” The old man yelled over the heavy winds that blew across the land they traveled. The cold bit against Elijah’s skin, but he could handle it without a problem. He was, however, worried about the old man that he was journeying with. Aubert was well over two-hundred years old now; carmot having kept him alive this entire time. But as the alchemist’s protector, Elijah could not help but feel worried about him. Elijah sought to ease the older man’s burden by carrying all of their supplies, along with the journals they had brought with them. The journals were, as Aubert said, “to spread the knowledge of alchemy to others.” It was the alchemist’s greatest wish – to have his legacy pass on to the next generation. It was the reason he had pushed Elijah to learn all of the formulas and laboratory techniques – he wanted something of his to live on into the future.
The pair reached a remote town in the Alaskan countryside, and entered the local tavern. The environment was warm, and welcoming despite the odd looks that were cast in the direction of the alchemist and elemental. Aubert immediately approached the bartender to ask questions about the local legends while Elijah seated himself at an empty table. Though Elijah had enhanced strength, the bags he had been carrying had become heavy over the past few hours they had walked. He relaxed into the wooden chair, slouching a bit as he waited for Aubert. Elijah smiled at the other patrons in the tavern, glad for the respite from his travels with his alchemist.
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| OPEN to all of Elysium- PARTY TIME! |
[November 07, 2008 @ 1:23am] |
Who: OPEN TO ALL
When: Tuesday, October 23, 2007- Late evening
Where: The Tiki Hut and surrounding shoreline
What: Irei's first-ever birthday party!
Sascha had never been much of a party planner, so the fact that everything had gone off without a single hitch (even given the adverse weather conditions) seemed like a miracle in and of itself. Today was Irei's birthday, and since neither of them had ever had an actual party before, Sascha decided it was high time they made some changes to their usual birthday routine. They definitely had the resources for a large scale celebration here in Elysium, and that was exactly what Sascha was looking to give his best friend.
He'd had the presence of mind to post some flyers in strategic locations throughout Helicharis to let people know about the upcoming event, making sure to mention that no RSVPs or gifts were necessary (although they were always appreciated.) The weather had suddenly turned nasty less than a week before the party; fortunately for him, enough of the Tiki Hut and its adjoining dance floor was covered to ensure that no one in attendance would end up stranded in the rain.
The sun had already dipped below the sharp line of the horizon by the time Sascha and Irei made their way along the shoreline leading to the Tiki Hut. Irei wasn't privy to the exact details of the night's celebration, although he knew something was definitely up; Sascha rarely went out of his way to dress beyond comfortably shabby, and he sure as hell never did for the fun of it. It was one day out of the year when he could bear to make himself "presentable" by Irei's standards, though, and he'd had the tailor's help to outfit him in a flattering black and pinstripe ensemble with his hair pulled back into a tight little ponytail.
He pulled his cigarette away from his lips and grinned at his companion as the festivities came into view. It seemed he needn't have worried about the weather preventing people from seeing his flyers; the bar and dance floor areas were already at full capacity with a few familiar faces and many strangers, but everyone seemed to be having an entertaining time. A band had set up under one of the covered areas, and an extra canopy tent had been erected above the sandy overflow dance floor to shield the party-goers from the light mist outside. Sascha had even worked out an arrangement to have some food and employees from both the restaurant and cafe sent over to accomodate the sheer number of people present. Yes indeed, it looked like all of his work had paid off.
"Thought you could use a decent night out for once," he said with a smirk as he replaced the cigarette and motioned at the crowd of people. "Half of these bastards are just here for the alcohol, but I figured that's what you're usually here for, too." Sweeney had already begun to make friends with some of the servers in the buffet line, and Sascha gave Irei a firm pat on the back as he ushered him into the melee. "Happy birthday, by the way."
All posts here are welcome! Sub-threads, narratives, whatever you like- just have your characters show up, for cryin' out loud! XD
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| Nico and Umeko |
[October 29, 2008 @ 8:37pm] |
Who: Nico and Umeko
When: Afternoon, October 7, 2007
Where: Ancient ruins
What: A picnic date
Nico hadn't had a proper date since... well fuck, he didn't know since when, but it had been a long damn time. He was looking forward to spending more time with the cute girl who turned into a panda. They had an interesting first meeting, and then an interesting lunch afterward where they talked about pranks and made other plans. Other plans as in their date. He was glad (or was he lucky?) that she agreed to go on a date with him. Nico had joked with her that it was the necessary payment to keep his mouth shut about her panda pranking secret.
Hopefully, she hadn't agreed to the date just for that reason. He really hoped that wasn't the only reason, and that maybe she was really interested in him. Nico was beginning to feel lonely lately; not that he hadn't spent enough time with his friends (because he had), but he hadn't had a proper girlfriend in forever, and he wanted to have a special person to spend time with. Zach had Adrienne, and Loki had Mits, so why couldn't he have someone?
He didn't tell any of his friends his feelings, though. It was a secret, one that was necessary if he was going to keep up his image of being a flirt and a player. Deep down though, Nico wanted to have a relationship. Seeing the ones his friends had made him realize that. But! He wasn't going to reveal those cards just yet.
Nico picked Umeko up at her cottage, and together they rode out toward the ancient ruins. He had been there before with Zach, and so he was familiar with the lay of the land. Nico had packed a decent sized lunch for the both of them, and it was packed securely in the bags that his horse carried. They found a spot by one of the fallen pillars, and Nico set up the blanket and the food for them to begin.
"I don't know about you," he said when he was done. "But I'm starving! Let's eat!" He sat down quickly, but waited for Umeko to join him before he started digging into the food.
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| Wednesday: October 10, 2007- Sascha, Sweeney and Summer |
[October 18, 2008 @ 2:46pm] |
Who: Sascha, Sweeney and Summer (S-s-spectacular!)
When: Wednesday: October 10, 2007- Mid morning
Where: The bakery
What: A stormy day and a fateful introduction
Sascha had been caught in downpours plenty of times in his life, but as the frigid droplets pounded down onto his shoulders and bit numbingly into his skin, he couldn't help but curse himself (again) for not taking the damn day off to stay at home. He was due for his afternoon shift at the library in a handful of hours, and he'd spent the majority of the morning trying to wait out the rainstorm before realizing that it wasn't likely to let up in the forseeable future.
The carriages had all been gone once he'd reached the outpost nearest the bungalows- who was crazy enough to be outside in this weather, after all, let alone walk?- and he had been forced to sprint along the pathway leading to Helicharis with only an enthusiastically panting Sweeney at his side. His umbrella was basically useless against the torrents of water cascading down on him, and by the time he'd reached the outskirts of town and the vague outlines of the buildings had come into view through the sheets of rain, he was already soaked to the bone. Desperate to find a place where he could rest and possibly defrost his extremities a bit, he ducked into the nearest doorway.
The smell hit him first, followed quickly by the sensation of warmth. Sascha hadn't realized exactly where he'd been headed, but it only took a few moments for it to dawn on him that he'd stumbled into the bakery. His stomach picked up on the fact mere seconds later as it let out a formidable growl, the sound loud enough that Sweeney cocked her head curiously in response. Damn, it smelled good in here.
"Anybody here?" he called loudly, glancing over at the empty counter and wondering if the workers were busy back in the kitchen. Now that he thought of it, didn't Lucinda work at the bakery? Now that woman was something else, he had to admit. The memory of their playful first encounter brought a smile to his face, and as he caught his reflection in the glass showcasing various breads and other pastries, he raked a hand through his rain-slickened hair to make himself slightly more presentable. "Time for more hide and seek, Miss Lucinda? You know I'm always game."
Sweeney, meanwhile, had nosed her way over to the counter and was now eyeing a display plate of chocolate frosted cupcakes, her paws propped up on the surface as though she were waiting for a little assistance. Sascha was about to scold the mutt, but he was suddenly struck with a bout of childish giddiness at the sight of the scrumptious-looking desserts. Slowly he sank to his knees beside his canine companion and laid his chin on the counter, copying her stance with his hands splayed out against the countertop and giving a pathetic little whimper as he waited for someone to appear. "Service, please?"
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| Tuesday, October 9, 2007; Aveira and Idehr |
[October 16, 2008 @ 10:08pm] |
Who: Aveira and Idehr
Where: Mostly the freshwater lake.
When: Afternoon.
What: A boat ride & snack on the lake.
Right, his hands needed to stop shaking. "Stop it," Idehr said to his large, green hands, but they pretended to be deaf and continued. They weren't the only part of his body that was conspiring against him. One side of his hair had a different shape than the other and looked strange. He attempted to straighten it with a hair brush only to fail for the most part. Muttering an Orcish curse, he pulled on his thin black jacket before heading to the kitchen. Emily had agreed to look after Maddy for the afternoon, thankfully, and wished him luck after the girl revealed what his plans were. He thanked the woman as his cheeks warmed - at this rate, the entire community would know that he fancied Aveira.
There was nothing for it now; he had to pack the food he'd made into the basket and be on his way before it became too late. Perhaps it was not the smartest idea, going for a boat ride in chillier weather, but he hoped that it would turn out well enough for the both of them not to mind. He finished packing and left the cottage to head for Aveira's place. He had no gift for her except the food which he made and he hoped that and his company was enough. His heart beat faster as he neared the town and his nerves went into overdrive.
He knew he wouldn't have any problem rowing the boat or eating, but how could he think of good conversation topics all the time? Maybe if he started the conversation, she'd just lead things from there. Yes, that was a good plan, he told himself. Idehr gathered his quickly disappearing courage and knocked on the door. For a moment his nerves almost got the better of him and he worried that a group of men would jump out and attack him in an instant for even daring to knock on her door. A bird chirped somewhere overhead and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Calm down, he had to calm down. Right. Idehr wiped his free hand on his trousers and got ready to give her his best grin.
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| Sunday, October 7, 2007; Sascha, Irei, Zosimus |
[October 12, 2008 @ 9:40am] |
Who: Sascha (and Sweeney), Irei, Zosimus
Where: The Sascha/Irei home and outside
When: Day, Sunday, October 7, 2007
What: Zosimus is going to attempt to teach Irei to shoot arrows and, maybe, learn something in return!
Saturday night had been a hard one to fall asleep to. Just knowing that when he woke up he'd be off to see his favorite people made Zosimus far too excited to sleep. Well, at first anyway. After a while he grew exhausted from being so excited and passed out in to a child-like slumber. He dreamed but, upon waking, couldn't remember what about. It didn't bother the boy, he was romping around the compound since the moment his eyes opened when the sun came streaming through the tree tops. Several of his fell centaurs found it humorous and quite nice to see their little foal filled with so much energy. Zosimus sprang to his hooves in an almost comical fashion. "What's for breakfast?" he asked while running over to a few who had settled around a fire with dishes and food on them. He sat and ate, trying to be as polite as he could, before thanking the cooks and fleeing back to his bed.
For a moment he whined to himself because he couldn't find his map. He checked everywhere but the last place he had put it--inside his quiver. Looking inside, Zosimus grinned when he saw it curled up among the dull arrows he'd made himself. Everything in order, he strapped the leather over one shoulder and under the opposing arm before wiggling to get it comfortable. Okay. He had to pause in his rush to make sure he had everything before shouting his goodbyes. The centaurs watched him leave, some shaking their heads and others chuckling. The boy liked to think there was an odd array of personalities he lived with.
Ten minutes later, after galloping around trees and across the backyards of the bungalows, Zosimus came up upon the house he was looking for. A grin plastered to his face, smattering of freckles high on his cheeks, the brunette charged the building. Since meeting the men, and dog, as well as other persons, Sims had become quite a forward boy. He was not nearly as shy as he had been that first day upon meeting Sascha, that was for sure.
"Sascha!" he called from the base of the steps. "Irei! Sweeney-wolf!" Zosimus's hooves made circular shapes in the sand as he shuffled around, unable to remain still.
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| Crossing Blades - The History of Katrina and Adrienne |
[September 30, 2008 @ 1:47pm] |
Who: Katrina and Adrienne
When: February 2007 (?)
Where: One of the gyms at school.
What: Their first face-to-face meeting.
Katrina was really beginning to hate this place. She was sick and tired of all the fucking drama, of dealing with people constantly, of having to get up and go to classes everyday... the only things she wasn't bothered by were her few friends - although her encounters with them had become less and less frequent as her habit grew - and the easy access to the bar in town. The bar was important for two reasons: not only did it allow her to get drunk when she wished, but it was where she met her heroin dealer, something that was happening more and more lately.
Not that it really mattered - it wasn't as though anyone was going to do anything about her habit. No one except her best friend, and Katrina hadn't even seen her since the night of her fateful birthday party... but she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about anything which was one of the reasons she was here in the first place. Katrina was nearing the end of a heroin high, had just had her fill of blood from the cafeteria and had felt the need to do something physical. It had just made sense to come to the gym and fuck around with a sword or two until she was ready to pass out.
It was late, but not so late that everyone was sleeping. Katrina could still hear people moving around in the halls, vague voices and footsteps that she wasn't paying much attention to. She could have, if she cared to, with her vampiric senses, but these people didn't matter to her. Their problems and conversations meant nothing to her. So instead of eavesdropping on her peers, Katrina concentrated even more on the sword in her hand.
It was relaxing, in a way, to let herself not think of anything but the blade in her hand and the movements of her own body. She liked it that way sometimes - although practicing with someone else made things more interesting and challenging, it was a relief to focus solely on herself and what she needed to do, without having to anticipate or react to a partner.
Katrina had always been able to focus on something to the extreme. Since her turning, this had been enhanced and so it was now - she cleared everything out of her mind except her movements and the blade. She was so concentrated that she didn't even hear the footfalls of someone else entering the gym.
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| July 20, 1998: Dione Castel |
[September 23, 2008 @ 12:10pm] |
Who: Dione Castel
When: July 20, 1998
Where: Atlanta, GA hospital
What: Dione in the aftermath of the accident that changed her life.
As soon as the hospital room door shut, Dione began to cry in earnest. Outside, her doctor, Dr. Kimble, conferred with her parents.
"She's just having a hard time adjusting," he assured with them with a pleasant smile. "I'm sure once a few months pass, she'll be ready to accept what's happened. Until then, we should consider a bit of chemical therapy along with her rehab."
Of course, her parents simply held hands and nodded. There wasn't anything they could do. Dione was simply not accepting the truth, Dexter was dead, he'd died in the accident. They were going to bury him. Their son was dead and their daughter had apparently had a psychotic break.
Two days earlier, they had tried to tell her the truth. Tried desperately to make her understand, but she wouldn't budge.
( Dexter's not dead. He's right here. Can't you see him? )
*italics*=french, Dexter doesn't use quotations when he speaks.
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