Devil's Tower

Who: Pixie and Poe (and Reina and jump in here too)
Where: The Palace
When: Spring 2019
What: Pixie has reached the end of her rope search wise, and she comes across a beautiful pick victorian house. Curious, she goes in.
Rating: Pg? Pg-13?
Status: In Progress//Closed

( The House stood out from all the others... )

Who: Allejandro and Ellie
What: Ellie leaves the ranch to find her own family
Where: The Reyes Ranch - Colorado, USA
When: Sometime around three years ago


Alle awoke with a start. The sun was beating down warm and bright against his face. He squinted with a groan and stretched, a shotgun held in his hands. He hesitated for a mere moment before standing rather quickly. He couldn’t believe that he’d fallen asleep. This guard duty thing, and the stress of the whole situation was starting to wear on him. The only thing that kept him going was his will to protect Ellie and his mother.

How long had he been asleep? He felt a chill as he rushed into the house and pounded up the stairs to find the last two people he had left. The ranch hands had all deserted, but Ellie had remained- and of course his silent mother had also. He’d told his mother as little as possible, but she wasn’t stupid and there was no telling if she knew the whole gravity of the situation.

“Ellie?” He called as he reached the top of the stairs, his heart was pounding in his chest from exhaustion and fear. He’d hardly eaten anything in the last week and he hadn’t been working out like he used to around the ranch. There was a lot of sitting, and waiting…for what, he didn’t know.

Who: Ellie and Allejandro
When: About three years ago
Where: Reyes Ranch
What: Ellie's mother and sister have just been found and taken away by her father. She returns to the ranch having been gone for two days.
Rated: PG-13: Language

Who: Gypsy and Jed
When: About two years ago
Where: Prison outside Sundance
What: Gypsy and Jed meet and break out of prison
Rated: PG-13, violence, sexual content, and language

( And he's back again. )

Who: Lilah Hawkins (Griffin) and 'Brian Cassidy' (Jace).
What: Hiding from the authorities.
When: Winter, 2018
Where: University of Denver campus.
Rating: TBD.

They'd been cracking down more and more throughout the week. Already, more than three quarters of the student population had been hauled off to 'containment camps'. Lilah had heard the stories, the rumors about what things were like there. Nobody knew for sure, of course, since once someone went in, they didn't come back out, but there were always whispers. It was one of the reasons she'd been laying low, trying to avoid getting thrown in. Most of the people that were left were doing the same thing, keeping their heads down and dodging the guards that had been assigned to the area. Lilah had a deep seated concern about what would happen to her if she was caught. The law had been turned on it's head since people had started to die in droves, and she wasn't even an American citizen. Whatever happened, she knew that it wouldn't be good.

Keeping close to the wall, Lilah kept one hand on the bag that hung over her shoulder, trying to keep the cans inside from rattling together. Her dorm, and the people left inside, was running low on food. She'd volunteered to go and get some. It hadn't been easy, but she'd made it this far without being found. Her breathing was heavy, blowing out puffs of steam as she darted across another open space. They'd added more guards, making it that much harder to keep sneaking around. Bastards. Sighing, she took a few seconds to rub her hands together, trying to draw out some more warmth. At least the campus still had power. She'd heard that big parts of the city had lost electricity. She'd also heard that martial law had become even more fierce, especially in some of the poorer areas. Lilah didn't mind missing out on that.

The soles of her boots scraped against the slush as she sprinted down another breezeway. The cans rattled quietly as she leaned against another wall, peering out into the courtyard. It had stopped snowing. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Movies always made it out like the snow masked the noise. She'd take whatever help she could get. The cold air burned her lungs as she got ready to make another dash to the next available cover. In only a few more minutes, she'd be back inside, in the warm and relatively safe. That anxiousness was probably making her sloppy, though she figured she was still be careful enough.

Just went to show how much good figuring did for the average person. Lilah was so absorbed in her next goal that she didn't see the trio of guards getting ready to round the corner.