Black Dawn - A Supernatural RPG.

Who: Ashleigh
What: Research!
Where: Heading back to her apartment
When: Late afternoon/heading towards sunset.

Life had pretty much gone back to normal. Her every day drudge to work set her burning curiosity on the back burner, and there was not once a mention of vampires or werewolves in the week or so that had passed since that night. But, with every spare moment, Ashleigh couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to that night. Waking up in that bed and Wes telling her about the world that existed right underneath her nose. The things that had gone unnoticed from day to day made her head spin some nights. And she couldn’t help but wonder how many of them were out there? How many people did she run into on a daily basis that were part of this supernatural world that she had been blind to? It wasn’t like she could simply just ask someone, or shout it out on the middle of a busy street, questioning any and all who could hear her.

Aside from her abrupt turn back to normalcy, Ashleigh was taking control of the reigns in her own way. Today was her day off. But it wasn’t going to be the normal, relaxing sort of day where she spent her time lounging around her closet sized apartment, or finished up some left over laundry. No. Today was going to be her day of research. Maybe it was a bit weird, but she wanted to know everything she possibly could about the mysterious vampire. And short of showing up on his doorstep and attacking him with a barrage of questions, Ashleigh had no other way of contacting him (now, that might be a lie. If she could find that business card he had given to her… she was reasonably sure it was somewhere in the confines of her large purse). Regardless, despite the state of her curiosity, she wasn’t just going to show up and demand answers from him—it was a bit rude. Instead, she had her refuge. Her favorite used book shop, and the trusty library. Living in the city she didn’t have the means to simply buy all of her reading materials, let alone buy them new. Used books had a history, and she appreciated that. She wasn’t biased about a slightly cracked spine; they still held the same content after all.

After around four hours spent at the library, two more at the Shop around the Corner, Ashleigh’s arms were laden with books as the sun began to steadily lower itself, signaling to all that evening was fast approaching. It was funny how fast time could fly even though it seemed like no time at all. Let alone, how she had forgotten to stop for lunch in the middle of her educational mission. Hunger gnawed at her stomach as she made her way back to her apartment, an important decision hung on her mind. Chao’s take-out with their deliciously greasy dumplings or Seven Brothers. Conundrum.

(ooc if taggage, can be at her apartment or on the street. If her apartment can be after sun has gone down, depending on if its vamp-centric person and aversion to the sun. wo0t)

Who: Justin
What: Needing to meet up and talk, debate and a phone call
Where: His apartment
When: Mid-afternoon

The newly turned werewolf paced around the length of his closet size of an apartment, his mind heavy and in a highly confused state. There were so many different things racing around his head. He certainly couldn’t spend the next month’s full moon in Weston’s cell. The vampire so clearly had a low opinion of him (not that Justin could readily blame him). And just the vampire’s icy stare was enough to fill him with self-loathing. Drawing in a deep breath, Justin stopped right in front of his telephone that was mounted on the wall. Next to it on his corkboard were two numbers settled right next to each other. Both were werewolves, and he hadn’t the faintest which one to try.

There was Ana. Confident and self-aware; and, needless to say, she scared the ever-living shit out of him the first time he had met her. She was upfront and completely alright with her wolf-y side, and, at a time when he wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge it, it sent him running. He was probably very rude, come to think of it. The other was Kira. The nice, bubbly girl he had met on the F-train. He liked her; she was one of the few people he had met in New York that he nearly instantly clicked with. But that was why he was hesitating so much. They got along. He didn’t want to see her just as a werewolf as it was what she was, not who she was. It wasn’t fair, and he didn’t want to change the way he looked at her yet. That meant he couldn’t see her until he had this sorted out a bit. He still wasn’t ready for all of this, but… he had to do it. He couldn’t allow himself to slip up again. Even if it was a talk, anything would help.

A sigh escaped his lips as he picked up the phone and began to dial the number off of the business card. Justin bit his lower lip as it began to ring on the other end.

(ooc crapppp.)

Who: Samaire
What: Another late night at the office and confrontation
Where: Er. Office.
When: 1AM

Swamped was an understatement for the head witch as she sorted through the piles upon piles of paperwork that lay on her desk. What happened to the old, my word is my bond thing? Being a witch shouldn’t mean contracts and the like. It should be simpler to be the head crone. Samaire picked up her fifth coffee of the day and took a large sip of it, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips. It was ice cold. Using her free hand, she pulled the bulk of her hair over to one side, allowing it to spill over her left shoulder, while her right hand continued to mark places on the page, noting a disagreement or something that wasn’t quite worded to her taste. Maybe she would’ve been a fantastic lawyer instead of a Crone. It seemed as if with every passing day she got further and further away from what she wanted to be doing, and more like a head of a huge business firm. It all left a sour sort of taste in her mouth. She wanted a vacation. A time solely to herself without strings or obligations to follow through with. Sure, it was a bit selfish, and Samaire knew she could never in a million years abandon her post, but a girl could still dream.

Letting out a sigh she set down her pen and stood up from her chair, legs stiff from the hours she had spent in the same position. Samaire picked up her coffee and made her way to the kitchenette down the hall, stretching her legs as much as she could as she went. But she didn’t quite make it down the hall, a tall almost looming figure stood just before the doorway she was heading for. She jumped backwards a bit, spilling some of the contents of her mug on the marble floor.

“Sorry, I did not think anyone else was here. What are you—“ But that’s when she looked up to meet the sparkling hazel eyes of one Daniel DeTagle. Her jaw immediately set itself as she inclined her chin slightly. “And here I thought you said you were going to make an appointment.”

Daniel offered a toothy, all too wide smile in Samaire’s direction. “I figured you wouldn’t mind a visit from an associate after hours. Besides, appointments are so…informal. I thought we could just meet now. You’re not busy are you.”

That smile made her want to set him ablaze right now. Samaire clenched her free fist closed and tried not to allow him to get a rise out of her. “I’m always busy, you should know that. Comes with the job title.” The vampire ran a hand over his hair as if it were simply out of habit. There was far too much product in his hair for it to actually need any real sort of touching up.

“Then, I’ll cut to the chase,” He circled around her fully, almost predatorily. She didn’t have to take this from him. The games, the harassment. She would draw up a charge against him in the morning, give a call to the council and have them deal with this. Samaire needed to bring this to light, they couldn’t allow an enclave to exist. Not if she had anything to say about it. “Did you rethink your position on my proposal since we talked last?”

The witch offered an overly sweet smile to the vampire, and placed a hand on her lip. “Not at all. I still won’t sign off on it.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed at her and he took a step forward that drew him dangerously close to her. He seemed to be seething at her response. “I’ll give you another week. Rethink it or you can be replaced.”


(ooc dun dun dunnnn. and ick)