Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Penny Jones
Where: Wal-Mart
When: Evening
Why: Shopping.
Open: Sure
Rating: I would think low.

( we can keep chilling like ice cream filling )

Who: Cassidy and Torque
When: Late morning
Where: Near the Circle R

It was a good day for riding - sunny and warm, but not too warm. Perfect for ridding oneself of stress, which was exactly what Cassidy was doing. Last night's full moon had promised to be fun, until the storm rolled in and left her shaking and terrified. Her family had kept close, crowding around and surrounding Cassidy with warm, familiar horse bodies - and it had helped, a little bit, but not quite enough.

She woke sore and jumpy with lingering tension, so after a quick shower and breakfast, she was dressed and in the barn saddling Blondie, a sweet perlino half-Andalusian gelding. They'd bought him recently in hopes of making him into a school horse - he was a wonderful jumper and had nearly perfect manners, save his tendency to spook a little around machinery. Because some of their trails ran alongside roads in Scarlet Oak, Cassidy had been working with him steadily to desensitize him. He'd been performing beautifully, so she decided to take him out to stretch his legs.

Waving goodbye to her mother, Cassidy set off at an easy trot, through the front gates and onto the trail they'd worn into the grass at the side of the road.

Who: Connie and Felicity
Where: Phoneland
When: Around 10PM

After the lovely conversation with Officer Nox-- it was probably Officer de Roux or something, but he liked Officer Nox better-- Connie decided Heme would wait for another evening, and he hurried home, tail wrapped around his waist to keep from flapping in the breeze, to consult Rebecca about potential vampire families, retreat to his guest room, and flop down on the floor with his cell phone and the number written on his hand. He had a social worker to call, before she decided she needed to sleep, or something, like so many living people did when it got late.

Hopefully she would be expecting him.... Or, you know, at least wouldn't be pissed he was calling after official hours.

( When do you rest?? )

Who: Tayne and Jess
Where: Random sushi restaurant
When: Lunchtime

The restaurant was noisy. Everywhere was noisy. Sitting at a table by the window, waiting for Jessalyn to show up, Tayne was starting to wish he had those earplugs now-- even being deaf would be better than hearing every dish clink in the kitchen, the conversation from the couple across the room, the sound of their chewing, the angry conversation between the manager and the cook, the cars passing outside.... And the smells were worse. The smells were driving him crazy. Breathing through the mouth was starting to get to be a defense mechanism rather than merely a convenient means of lessening the load if information, but it wasn't habit yet.

Maybe Jess wouldn't mind getting the food to go and hoofing it to the park, or something.

( Wouldn't it be cool if you were a cheetah? )

Who: Jonas and Cara
Where: Jonas' House
When: 12 AM

( Chasing Butterflies )

Who: Mikhail and Shanti
Where: Just west of the Packlands
When: 9pm-ish

Mikhail didn't believe the reports. There was no way there were no attacks on the full moon. In twenty years of hunting, there had never been a full moon without deaths. The monsters were not going to change because of the Light of May. Lies, all of it lies.

And this werewolf was going to pay for those lies. He had been tracking the monster for a few miles, careful to stay downwind and out of easy scenting range. The hunt itself was almost cathartic. The methodical stalking of the prey, the adrenaline rush of the attack, and the grim joy of ridding the world of one more monster.

He ducked behind a tree as the creature stopped and cast about for scent. Had he gotten too close? No, he was barely in firing range. There was no way the were had scented him. Still, it was on the defensive already, whatever had set it off.

Drawing on of his pistols, he cocked it slowly and almost silently. Time to go for the kill. He took careful aim for the beast's head. Breathe, aim, fire.

At the very last possible second, the creature was jolted out of position. His shot barely grazed the were. What the hell?

Who: Gabe and Lily
Where: Gabe's place
When: Mid-morning

Lily had meant to check on Gabe a little earlier, she really had. But she'd been up late worrying as the moon rose, and a growing girl like her needed sleep. So she woke up late. But it didn't take her long to get ready - throw on some dance clothes (because she was headed to the studio later in the day), grab her bag and some food, and hightail it out the door. Jacking her dad's Jeep, she made the quick drive from her street to Gabe's. Hitting the locks as she slid out of the truck, she grabbed her bag, dashed up to the front door, and knocked, bouncing a little on her toes as she waited.

After Claire left, Gabe laid down on the couch for a bit, not feeling completely rested from the night before. He was sure that was normal, that being a werewolf all night was not a substitute for sleep, but it felt odd not remembering the whole experience. It was as if he'd been asleep without actually getting to rest. So a nap was definitely in order, from which he woke easily at the sound of someone at the door. "Got it," he yelled to his mom, then opened the door, smiling as he saw Lily there. "Morning."

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Who: Tayne and Dorian
Where: Nevermore
When: Morning

Even before Tayne dropped Rowena off at her sister's, he knew where he was going. He was going to Nevermore, because if anyone had information that would help him out, it was Dorian. So as soon as he did drop her off, that's where he went. The sooner, the better, because he wanted to get as much done before his poor head told him he wasn't allowed to do anything else today besides find earplugs and a blindfold and sleep for a week.

Eagplugs were next on the list. After Dorian. He pulled up the truck as close as he could park to the place, and got out with a wince. At least with the engine shut off, it wasn't so goddamn noisy. He headed into the shop at a steady limp.

Dorian sat at the counter, flipping through the book on vampires he'd just recently sold Day. He really couldn't stand selling a book to someone that he hadn't read himself, so he intended to change that as soon as possible. The little bell on the door rang as Tayne came in, and he looked up, grinning. It wasn't often one of his friends visited him at the store on a week day. Most of them had their own jobs to attend to. "Hey, man, what's happening?" he asked, setting the book down. The limp caught his eye and he frowned slightly. "Get into a fight?"

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Who: Madock and Gabe
When: Afternoon, around two pm
Where: Gabe's House

The whole way over to Gabe's house, Madock was wondering what he could possibly have to tell him. He thought of all the bad things first of course. He really wished he hadn't of, because by the time he got over to Gabe's, he was getting into thoughts of Claire being pregnant or something like that. He just hoped he was right in thinking that his twin would have told him something that huge. He knocked lightly on the door and waited for Gabe to answer.

Gabe was doing his best not to worry, feeling better now that he knew Madock knew at least one werewolf. Was dating one, in fact. This wasn't that big a deal in comparison, since it barely effected him. Well, not true, since they would be living together next year, and Gabe had a huge-ass cage to tote with him. "Hey," he smiled, opening the door. "Come on in. Want anything to drink?" he offered, since he himself was drinking a coke.

"Nah, I'm good." Madock said as he entered the house. "What's up?" he questioned, arching a brow at the boy. Please don't have my sister pregnant, I really don't want to fight with you. "Something wrong?"

( You could have come up with something than that )

Who: Ransom and Charlotte
When: Mid-day
Where: Ransom's house

Charlotte had spent the day doing last-minute errands around town for the camping trip, and once she was done and had only the actual packing to do, she decided to head across town and into the pack-lands to see Ransom. He'd texted her this morning to let her know he was alright, and she'd wanted to let him sleep, but he was bound to be awake by now, right? Besides, she didn't drop in on him often enough. Not that they didn't see or talk to each other every day anyway. That wasn't the point. After parking in front of Ransom's house, she headed up to the door to knock.

"Raaaaaansoooooom," a young voice called from inside the house. There was a stomping of feet proceeded by two faces popping into view, one pushing in front of the other, as the door opened. "Ransom's in his room!" "You smell like him!" "Did you see another wolf?" "I smell something too!" The two boys spoke back and forth, halfway ignoring Charlotte, though intently waiting on her answers as they ushered her into the house. "Does he know you're coming?" "You should come over more." "Will you stay for dinner?" "We're having apple pie!" Cyan and Lynk were finally interrupted by their mother, who poked her head out of the kitchen, Mayze on her hip. "You two come finish peeling apples and leave her alone. Hi, Charlotte," she smiled as Mayze waved to her shyly. "Ransom's up in his room."

( Checking up on the BF. )

Who: Niko and Scott
When: 10:20 PM
Where: Scott's place

( Banging is bad. Banging go you into this mess in the first place. )

WHO: Landon and Kalous
WHEN: Late evening -- around ten pm
WHERE: The painted Ally in downtown Ann Arbor
WHAT: Vampire Atttttttttttttttttttttaaaaaaaaaack

Who: Day and Chrissy
Where: Chrissy's house
When: Evening

After the movie with Tilly, Day still had time to swing by the house and get a change of clothes and something decent to sleep in-- all folded nearly before he put them into his backpack, so they wouldn't get as wrinkled as if he wasn't careful-- and then run to the video rental shop to grab a few random movies-- a couple old favorites, a couple random new releases he hadn't seen yet. Then, the night was going to be all Chrissy's. Hopefully-- hopefully, hopefully, hopefully-- there would be no more drama. Dealing with Tilly had been trying enough....

He pulled up at her house and hopped out with his backpack hanging from one hand and locking his car over his shoulder with the other. Climbing up to the porch, he knocked lightly.

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