Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Lia and Gregory
Where: Campus
What: The nectar of life... aka coffee
When: Before her class

It had been one of the longest mornings of her life. And it wasn't that Lia was complaining about what she had done. No, she didn't mind helping friends. But it had meant that she'd spent the night on a couch and that she had also spent some time in the company of a three year old that morning. While it kept her awake, she knew it would do nothing to keep her awake during class. It was bad form to fall asleep in the first class, especially since she had fought so hard to get into the class.

So she headed to the coffee shop on campus, one of the few places she'd scouted out when she had been on campus before. And she waited on line as patiently as one with a deep need for caffeine could wait on a line. The guy in front of her dropped a dollar as he stepped away from the counter and she picked it up. Tapping him on the shoulder, she held out the bill to him. "Excuse me, but I think you dropped this." She smiled kindly.

WHO: Gareth and OPEN
WHAT:Trying to shop. He hasn't lived in one place since he was a kid and doesn't know what a house-hold would require. He needs help figuring out what to buy desperately. Also, he can't read. So....
WHEN: Midmorning, around eleven AM? (Correct me if I'm wrong but it's June 17th in the game, right?)
WHERE: Scarlet Oak's Grocery Store. (Didn't see one on the area info page though, so maybe just Meijer?)

Gareth stared at the towels with a look of disgusted confusion. There were beach towels and bath towels and hand towels and a plethora of types of towels that he'd never heard of.  The entire aisle seemed to be a gauntlet of colors and he swallowed, hating them. Mauve, Sky Blue, Perriwinkle, Violet, Ebony Black...
"What the hell." He muttered unhappily, and reached up to scratch at the bite mark on his neck. It was healing-- but god damn did it itch. Like hell.  He, on the whole, looked unhealthy. His skin was pale-- too pale -- and he had dark circles under his eyes. His mouth set in a confused line as he grabbed one of the towels, looking at the tag. Made of 30% Rayon, 95% cotton-- tumble dry, machine wash with like colors it read. He struggled with the words for a long time, trying to make out the longer ones like machine and tumble. After a few moments he finally gave up, being able to only read the numbers and fabrics, but not the washing instructions. He turned away, glaring. Thirty plus ninety-five equaled a hundred and five. That math didn't even make sense. And what kind of towels did they even need back at the trailer? For the past thirty years he had been living from the back of his truck and cheap motels. He hadn't lived in anything like a house since the tender age of sixteen, and... huffing out his exasperation and confusion, he threw the towel back on to the shelf and simply moved over to the appliances aisle, looking for a toaster. Again he was encountered with too many models to choose from. Glancing at one, he noticed that it advertised that it could also prevent house-hold fires. It wasn't too hard for him to read that, prevent gave him a pause, but he was able to sound it out after a moment. A noise of exasperation passed his lips, a keening whine that was almost endearing in its helplessness. "Gawd damn! Don't they jus' have one that makes plain an' simple toast?!"

Who: Dusty and Gareth (flashback)
Where: Abandoned Extang Building - Ann Arbor
When: May 20th, 2009 - 12:05am
What: Dusty's brush with death

( We made a fucking pact, you fucking liar! You goddamn lily-assed, lying, two-faced sack of shit! )

Who: Ryan and OPEN
Where: junkyard outside Scarlet Oak
When: Dusk

Target practice. That was something Ryan loved to do, but had absolutely no need to. He was good enough with guns, and really shooting the shit out of cars at the junkyard was hardly a way to improve shooting aim, which was the main purpose of target practice. Still. This was Ryan Byrne, a man who liked to shoot at random shit more than anything. People had their hobbies, this was his. And it was very damn lucky that there was a junkyard where he could do this. Otherwise he might start shooting in his own backyard, which would be much more dangerous.

Between shooting at stuff, catching fire to other stuff, and the radio on his own car blasting some good fucking music, Ryan was having the time of his life. Especially because it was double-pistol time and he loved to do that. The only thing he still had to perfect was perfect aim on both guns at the same time. Which he was trying to do now.

Who: Fina and Sonny Gallo
Where: Fina's apartment
When: Evening
What: Sibling stuffs

She had a pretty good day. Work had been decent and she liked the woman she met at the florists. And apparently so did her bosses. Now, Fina was sitting in her favorite pair of shorts and her Bambi tank, hair piled in a messy knot on top of her head. Now it was time to just be. That photograph had been calling to her ever since she had seen it and she had popped in to see if it was still there after work. It was and it made her want it all the more. Her flip flops were on the floor in front of her favorite comfy chair and Remy was in her lap, her lyric notebook open on the side of the couch. She had written words on her lunch break and now she was trying to get chords, notes, something to play for the band.

What she needed was to write this and record it and she knew she would have a long night ahead of her. Her stomach rumbled but she ignored it, tapping out a beat on her guitar and then reaching for her music notebook as it lay on the coffee table to scratch down some more notes. "Would someone care to classify? A broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on and run to them, to them full speed ahead." Those were the words she was thinking of when she had come into her apartment that evening after work and she wasn't to rest until there was a guitar part to go with it. Or until there was a knock on the door which made her make a face. Who was bugging her tonight? There was no rehearsal and she didn't have plans. Tucking her feet into her flip flops, she made her way to her door to see who it was, seeing a mass of red hair on the other side of the peep hole. "God, Sonny, are you checking on me every night now?" she asked, voice dripping with sarcasm as she opened her door and arms to her big brother.

Who: Tayne and Vanessa
Where: Phone-ness
When: Midday

Tayne basically rolled out of bed, grabbed coffee and his phone, waved to Krist, and hurried off to work. He'd gotten back home not long after six in the morning and, after he told Krist he'd talk to him that night, he showered off and crashed for a few hours. He couldn't miss work again.

But he did know he had a few messages to deal with. His phone had been blinking when he left it with Krist, even if he didn't have time to check them. But it wasn't exactly hard to guess who they were from-- after all, Krist had called her the day before, and he had been in danger last night. So it was probably Vanessa.

Once he got in at work and punched in, only a minute or two late, he begged a few minutes to use the office phone from Annie and disappeared into the office to call his sister.

( You always pick up strays. )

Who: Osiris and Angeline
When: Late evening and on
Where: The park


Hot sucked ass. Hot sucked so much ass that Osiris was seriously starting to wonder just how Scarlet Oak hadn't caved in on itself from all that sucking. It mostly sucked because his baggy pants with the chains were just too damn hot to wear so he was slumming it in a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt. Damn the weather for screwing with his wardrobe. He ended up walking through the park after the sunset, hoping that it would get cooler soon. Finding himself a patch of grass beneath a tree, he settled himself down against the base of the trunk and watched the few passersby as they walked along the path. He was tempted to be a dick and turn cat, climb up the tree and wait to randomly pounce on someone unsuspectingly. Hell, he might even do it as a human. It would be twice as much fun and all the more hilarious to see their reactions.

The little news anchor in his brain was having a field day with the imagery. "In other news; teenager jumps from tree, shocks woman into coma, tonight at ten." A strange little smile curled across his lips as he continued to picture all that was sneak attacks, losing himself into his imagination.

Who: Nastasiya and Sebastian
Where: Sebastian's jet and then the best swing dance club in LA
When: 12am Michigan time

It had taken Sebastian a while to tell her why she had to dress and look like a grown woman would have in the glorious 1940s. But after some time Nastasiya couldn't hold on any longer and really had to know. The vintage thing was vehemently in again, God knew how much she rolled her eyes at that tendency, thus she tried to avoid it like the plague. And now here she was, sitting in Sebastian's jet plane on her way to LA dressed like she would have back then if she weren't a minor throughout most of the decade. Still, at least now she knew where she was going.

"A swing dance club? Really? What's got into you?" She asked, though she couldn't hide the smile. It made for a different evening, even if she was still on Michigan time and it wasn't really evening per se anymore. She was a vampire, what did she care? Now she was excited, which was uncommon. "I haven't danced in years. Ages."

Who: Sadie and Duncan
Where: The stables
When: 9pm

It was hard for Sadie to believe the sole reason for Duncan's frequent urge to ride a horse was that cars freaked him out. He'd lived through the entire perfecting of motor vehicles, what was there left to get about it? Still, as a good companion, she went with. Then again she enjoyed riding once in a while. But really if you took her car from her, you took a part of her with it.

She watched while he mounted, more distracted by her own thoughts than anything else, though any other time she would be watching his fine piece of ass stretching and moving and just...being. Right now, however, she was mostly bored. It was nothing she hadn't seen before.

When he was done, Sadie hopped on her own horse and thanked the Gods that she was good at this, otherwise this would be amusing. "Ready to go, oh mighty knight?" She asked while sighing.