Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Lizzy and Liam
Where: Her house to start and movies and dinner
What: Their first date
When: Seven pm

( This is it, and it fits, and it feels like this is good enough for me )

Who: Torque, Ammo and Ulf
When: 5 or so PM
Where: Torque's Apartment of Insanity

Who: Gideon and Caliban
When:  A little before midnight
Where: Not so far from Shimmer

So late, there weren't many people around, just a few college students or folks on night shifts taking breaks or heading out to the clubs and bars nearby, though on a Monday night that was pretty slow. Gideon didn't mind the lack of an audience. He played a little quieter, but not much. It wasn't like anyone was trying to sleep around here. Gideon's sour mood from earlier in the night had sunk into a sort of quiet, dull introspection. He wasn't paying a lot of attention to his fingers, and he wasn't really bothering to sing. His voice wasn't exactly tired. It didn't wear out the way a mortal's might, but he started to feel a little strained and tired. He'd probably head home soon, while not thinking at all about all the niggling doubts and little heartaches that had been plaguing him lately. Bed would be pretty good pretty soon, especially since he was a little hungry. And nothing to do about that until tomorrow.

So his fingers picked out the Rolling Stones slowly, the chords so familiar it didn't require a moment's real thought to strum out the songs. Gideon sat under a streetlight. It was habit. The fuzzy, yellowish glow made his hair glimmer like rose gold and turned his papery complexion almost ruddy, making the colors on his batik shirt and bandanna pop sharply. He couldn't feel the heat, but the muggy night left him slightly damp and a bit wilted, but with the slightly cooler night air he just seemed rather languid. As he ran through "Black," humming slightly, his foot tapped out the rhythm. The song as familiar as his own heartbeat helped keep him grounded and didn't let him retreat into all his petty little woes, depressing as the lyrics were. A very slight breeze blew a lock of hair into his face.

Who: Noah and Aden Roberts, Ammo Kalani and Ulf
Where: The Scarlet Oak Park Playground
When: June 29th / 2009 - Late afternoon

( The little boy had enough energy to burn off that keeping him inside, even if the weather wasn't in the favor of anybody that was outside. )

Who: Adelle and Lexi
When: Afternoon
Where: Les Is More

Adelle had only met the owner of the store Les is More once. She'd been in town for a brief week and then hightailed it back to New York or New Jersey or whichever state in New England she had flown into the small town from. It was during that time period that she'd applied and gotten a job, her first job, in fact. She had been working there for a couple of weeks and she was still nervous about everything. It wasn't about making a mistake with money or having to talk to customers, but it was what she was selling them that was issue. Her first day, she'd sold a girl a couple of years younger than her a pair of edible panties.

( Lingerie and Toys, Oh My! )

Who: Aaron and Alanna
When: 7:00 p.m.
Where: Restaurant and drive-in

( Are right where yours fit perfectly. )

Who: Gabe and Claire
When: Evening
Where: Gabe's House
Warning NSFW

Since Claire had been back, she had been trying to get more hours at the bookstore. People had been sort of tip toeing around actually wanting to make her work, but once she assured them she was fine and not a delicate glass doll that was going to break, they seemed to finally get the picture. Which meant more hours, and thankfully a bigger paycheck. However, the downside of working so much also meant not being able to see Gabe as much as she'd like. And with the demon attacks, there had been less opportunity to actually go see him, unless he was picking her up from work or something.

Tonight she drove directly to his house and walked inside without knocking. By now she doubted he or his mother minded it, and she knew it was in her best interest after dark to not wait around on the porch while someone came to answer. Setting her bag down, Claire glanced around. "Gabe?"

"Up here!" Gabe called, hitting pause on Halo to rise to his feet. He'd heard her car pull up and the door shut, but he hadn't known it was Claire until moments before, when he'd caught her scent from up the stairs. He still found it wild how natural that seemed, but he was starting to get used to it. If it hadn't been her, he'd be hiding by now, prepared to fight whatever had walked in the front door. These days, it could be anyone or anything.

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STILL IN PROGRESS

Who: Kitty and Tristan
Where: Ad Gustum
When: who knows... there's no clock

Kitty shivered and pulled her legs up to her chest. She couldn't decide if the room had grown colder or if it was due to the loss of blood, but she couldn't stop shivering. Her hand still clutched at her neck, fearful that if she released the pressure she might bleed out. She'd lost track of time again and had no idea how long she'd been laying there. Did it even matter? Thus far, her only visitor had been the vampire who'd captured her and bitten her. It didn't seem like a good sign and she began to truly wonder if she would die in this hell hole.

Tristan supposed it was time to check on the new arrivals. Well, newish, considering they had been in Ad Gustum's lovely basement for a while now. Really it hadn't been out of incompetence that he hadn't been down there to 'manage' them yet. He just had things to take care of beforehand. Tristan opened the door to one of the rooms to see the biggest head of red hair he'd ever seen. And something was wrong. There was blood, blood that wasn't supposed to be there, and she was far from presentable or healthy. Slaves though they might be, nothing good came out of having them waste away like this. "What the fuck happened to you?" He asked, craning his neck and squinting to look at her better without moving past the threshold. His air of disgust was unmistakable when he finally turned around to lock the door again and stepped in closer to the girl. "What's this? You're bleeding?" Tristan blinked in disbelief. Someone had been playing with the merchandise and boundaries had obviously not been a concern.

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