Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Faith, NPC mover, Drake (NPC)
Where: Her new home
When: Early evening

( And pain-in-the-neck brothers. )

Who: Brian and Penny
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside Brian's house/in his garage

Brian was only doing this because his mother had asked him politely. He knew, however, that the "orders" had come from his father, but the man knew better than to try telling him to do anything. Still, he was supposed to pull his weight around the house, at least while he lived there - which he hoped wasn't for much longer since hopefully Gabe would want to move in with him for college. They could rent an apartment near the campus, maybe.

But that was for later. Now, and because the weather had gotten better, Brian couldn't keep putting off cleaning out the garage. He couldn't understand why he had to do it on his own, as if he knew what crap to keep and what to throw away; apparently, he was trusted to make these decisions. If any harm came from it, he would just have to point out that nobody else showed up to help, and if he couldn't throw away some crap, the garage would just remain cluttered. There were boxes everywhere, some labeled, some not. One of them got Brian's attention for the odd label on the side and top of it. It read "Char", which made no sense to him at first. So, because actually cleaning stuff up didn't quite agree with the young man just yet, he opened it, just to see what was inside.

Clothes, apparently. Sifting through the box, Brian found a lot of somewhat moldy-smelling clothes, most of which he did not recognize. They looked dated, and in their midst he found some baby clothes which could only have belonged to him. Brian smiled, not giving a second thought to the fact that his mother hadn't kept much of his baby clothes as mementos. After all, there were pictures and wonderful memories of him shitting himself and her in the process. They didn't need clothing too. Finally, Brian's attention was caught by a lace black bra.

"Ooooh, sexay!" He exclaimed, taking it out of the box to observe it closely. It looked very used, obviously, and it didn't occur to him at the time that considering this was most likely his mother's bra, it might look weird that he was just short of smelling it. Instead of doing so, however, Brian stuck his arms through the straps and adjusted it to his own chest without buttoning it. If unbuttoning a bra was hard enough, he did not want to know what buttoning one was like. Looking down at himself almost wearing a bra, Brian grinned with satisfaction, nodding. Then, he started nodding to the music coming from the iPod and its speakers he had brought into the garage for this occasion (because cleaning up stuff without music was somehow even worse).

And then he thought "Why not?", and started dancing. Because, really, why not?

Because it's the full moon, goddamnit.

DATE: Friday, August 7, 2009.

BIRTHDAYS: None

WEATHER: The sun is shining brightly, temperatures are soaring, and it’s generally a beautiful day.

EVENTS: Those evacuated from their homes should be returning over the weekend, some even as early as today.

The full moon (and all its activities) were a huge success, with coverage from all over the state. While it’d be lovely to say there were no crime reports or fatalities over the night… sadly, that is not the case. Thankfully, at least one of them is not linked to weres.

Gracie Daye, a seventeen-year-old student at Scarlet Oak, was pronounced dead at her home late on the night of the 6th. The ultimate cause was determined to be a rock to the back of the head and the only witness to the crime (Principal Amelia Ridgeway) was heard saying something about ghosts and a possession. According to police Ms. Ridgeway has not been named a suspect, but it’s expected that she’ll be brought in for questioning later today.

Finally, Alanna Faulman has been reported as a missing person - she is a bitten were who no one has seen or heard from since she left work at Kessel's Dentistry Office on the 5th. It was initially feared by authorities that as a bitten were, she was on the run. Friends and relatives insist that Ms. Faulman always had an aunt lock her on the night of the full moon, and that she was not the type to run rampant.

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Who: Amelia and Random Detective NPC Person
When: Mid-Morning
Where: SOPD

( The Morning After )