Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Nixie and Trigger
When: No idea, she can't tell
Where: Barkley's Junkyard

She didn't know whether she hurt or was numb, hot or cold, awake or asleep... only that she was not underwater.

Nixie's eyes flicked open only to get splashed with water. Sputtering a little, she kept her eyes squinted and saw that the water was coming from something in the middle of the room. What the hell? Human contraption. Had to be. Once she managed to get her eyes off of it, Nixie glanced around the room, swearing as best as she could as she realized that she was being held up by something. The mermaid's attempts to pull away didn't do anything and that only irritated her more, because flailing wasn't helping and she felt... weak. Oddly so. Almost as thought something was missing.

Where the bloody tides am I?

Who: Jasmin, Fay (NPC), and OPEN
When: Late afternoon
Where: At the park

Who: Charlene, NPC nurses
When: Later evening
Where: UoM Hospital
What: A mermaid learns about the wonders of television.

( The home burned down. )

DATE: Wednesday, July 1, 2009.

WEATHER: The skies are grey and cloudy, with a severe spike in humidity. Lots of cases of heat exhaustion today for our poor Michigan residents!

EVENTS: Reported demonic attacks are down by seventy percent, and locals are breathing a collective sigh of relief. The news has shifted a bit to how other parts of the world are fairing. In more rural areas and third world countries, the attacks are still running rather rampant. Hitting the news today, Eleanor Moriarty, wife of Bram Moriarty of the National Party for Supernatural Rights, has announced a fundraising event to raise money and send aid to areas in need. On July 4th at the Mudhouse in Scarlet Oak will be a battle of the bands. Entry fee is $5 per band member, and tickets will be $8 at the door. The winner will win a slot as one of the opening acts for a benefit concert on July 8th. All proceeds will be donated to nations in need.

Of course, news of the upcoming full moon is still popular. The argument over the proposed new law is getting rather heated, and it's starting to look like this might not end well...

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Who: Dorian and Aetheria
Where: Nevermore
When: Morning

Everyday brought some new issue in the realm of supernatural rights, so for the first time in his life Dorian was reading the newspaper from start to finish. It had become his morning ritual: open the shop, fix a cup of coffee, then read the paper. With the next full moon coming upon them, weres were back to the front page and the argument about their rights was becoming more heated. In part, he understood both sides, yet his real concern was for the bitten weres that wanted to run free without care of who they might attack. That didn't set well with him and he doubted it looked good for their cause. It also reminded him that Monica was still missing with no clue as to where she might have gone. He wondered if she was even alive and how he could go about tracking her down. Never in his life had he heard of so many kidnappings in so little a town.

Who: Nic and Whisper
Where: The city streets
When: 2am

It wasn't really a time to be wandering around in the dark, but Nic was too stir crazy to stay in. Besides, the dog walking ahead of him would have caused a scene in the daylight. It trotted along with it's rib caged crushed, fur missing from tufts of rotted skin. It's tail turned at a sharp angle and one of it's eyes was missing. It wasn't overly ripe, yet Nic stayed ten feet behind it, bouncing a tennis ball as they walked. Nic had dubbed the dog "Spike" for the time being.

Pausing on the sidewalk, Nic whistled and bounced the ball. Spike turned, his ears perking up, his empty eyes following the ball as it bounced. "Ready?" Nic asked, then threw the ball into the darkness. "Go get it!" he said, smiling as Spike ran off after it. Laughing softly to himself, Nic removed a cigarette from his back pocket. Watching for Spike's return, he leaned against the building and lit up.