Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Billie and Charlene.
Where: Berry Days' Festival.
When: Early Afternoon.
What: Just Billie walking around.
Why: Because Tessa was starting to look at her like a hawk would look a nightingale after a week of fast,

So, outside wasn't that bad.

Actually, it was pretty good. It wasn't a big surprise for Billie, but still, self-assurance worked wonders with her. Walking with a small bag of strawberries under her right arm, she had to wonder why she hadn't walked out more. Because I'm a coward of sorts? Yes, that was helpful. Still, the festival was pretty nice, and considering her animal side ate only plants and bugs, looking at the strawberries was slowly building an apetite on the young were. She needed to ask Tessa to drive her around the town more, so she could arrive at different places by herself; what was the point on flying somewhere if she was going to end up naked? Nobody would attend her like that. Or get way too much attention...

She was thinking about all the wrong things that afternoon.

"Strawberries, strawberries. S-traw-be-rrie-s-s-s." It was a mutter/song/humming sound that she had been doing, her pleasant mood showing, regardless of her thoughts. She always had a way to sound more concerned than she actually was. Her humming was pretty nice to the ears too, although she wasn't paying attention, but people around her would turn to listen to the tune as she passed. Should someone point it out, Billie's voice would probably break and die for a good while.

Maybe she should buy a bigger bag?

Who: Bunny and Open!
When: Noonish
Where: Scarlet Oak Public Library

Bunny was having a bad day. Bad week. Bad month, really. And certainly bad enough without 'is mercilessly slaughtering at random part of a were's nature' all over the stupid news. It was like fate had sent a messenger to suckerpunch her right where it counted.

And of course, it was all her parents were talking about. Her mother, in a fit of indignant, righteous rage, had been glued to CNN all day, often shouting angrily at the TV. And her father was quiet - way too quiet. The looks he directed at his wife and eldest daughter and mostly his silence made Bunny wonder if he wasn't considering how true it could be. After all, his daughter had killed someone. And she'd yet to lose a night of sleep over it.

I can't deal with this, Bunny had decided, and after grabbing her camera bag, she got the hell out of that house. Initially, she just wandered. When her aimless footsteps took her in front of the public library, an idea dawned on her. She headed in, making a beeline for the records section. Five minutes later, she had a dusty old book - damn near as big as Bunny herself - and was plunked down, skimming newspaper articles from 1953. If no one was going to give her answers about the great aunt she'd never known she'd had, she'd find them herself.

Who: Grim and Odette
Where: Odette's Antique Shop
When: Late afternoon
Why: Because Grim's lookin' fer family

Considering all that had happened, it was surprising Grim wasn't in a worse mood. He hadn't managed to kill that little whelp, he'd lost his favorite jacket, and to top it all off he was now out of his last vial of earth elemental blood. Still, killing that one little human had managed to turn this entire town against supernaturals, and with just a little bit more of a push in the right direction they'd be grabbing their pitchforks and lighting their torches. Oh and he would be at the head of the mob, leading a nice huge bloodthirsty pack across town for some sweet vigilante justice. He was beginning to like this little town.

To make said plans come true however, he was going to need a few more of his own kind. If the general idea was to get these people riled up against werewolves in general then they really couldn't be seeing the same one doing all of the random acts of violence he was planning. Luckily as he was stalking his way about town Grim picked up the scent of another Canis Lycaon on the wind. Attempting to blend in as much as possible for a rather huge individual who's clothes looked like they'd been run over, he followed the trail over to what appeared to be a quiet little shop.

Walking inside, Grim had to momentarily duck his head as he headed through the door. Immediately moving over to the only human occupying the place, the colossal vampire grabbed the little warm blood by his collar and lifted him off the floor. With a snarl he let loose a low growl and a barely audible, "Shop's closed."