Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Rigby and Raven
Where: Your local open mic night
When: Evening


( Your porcelain face and a heart of glass. )

Who: Cole and Ophelia
When: Late afternoon
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak

Ophelia had spent her days working on the shop, and all of it had finally paid off. The paint was clean, the licenses were in, and the staff was ready. She had to admit, Scarlet Oak's only other tattoo parlor getting sacked by demons had worked out damn well in her favor. The date for the grand opening was set. She had put ads in the paper and even paid for some radio time, and she had spent a better part of the afternoon putting fliers around town. She'd left a ton in any bar or record store that would take them, and even put a few around campus. Now she was posting them at every damn lamp-post in town. It felt good to be doing something, even if sometimes she still couldn't believe... well, life in general. The gates were opened, and the world had changed drastically. It was still to be determined if it was for the better or not. Probably not.

She was ignoring the glare of a little old lady at the crosswalk as she posted a flier above the walk button when she felt a little kick in the back of her brain. Not literally, of course, though to be honest that probably wouldn't have surprised her much. What she felt was her power kicking in. Her spidey-sense for the people that have been continually shat on for a large portion of their life. An outcast.

This, of course, was not surprising either. The sense kicked in so many times a day that - usually - no one else could even tell she'd just experienced something at all. A lot of times there would just be a buzzing in the back of her head, something that got louder the closer she got to the person. Sometimes, the kick would be a little more violent. Actually painful as she was overwhelmed with a person's feelings and memories, or the knowledge that they needed help right the hell now and yes it was an emergency. This wasn't like that. One of Hers was just coming into range. Simple as that. So as Ophelia worked, she kept an eye out for them, looking to see who it would be.

Who: Leif and Satu
Where: Leif's house
When: Early afternoon
Warning!: Potentially controversial subject/arguably disturbing >>

( & the words I say when I want my own way. )

Who: Sasha and Isaiah
Where: The Court, outside
When: After sundown
What: The pregnant lady is tired

It had been one of the longer days. Her feet felt like they were the size of pups and she wanted to curl up in bed for ages and never come out. The were needed rest but she wasn't going to get it while she was still working. And she couldn't afford to not work. It was frustrating but she was going to make sure she could provide for her child. That was her most important goal. Anything else could come later.

She waddled off the bus, purse over one shoulder and arms around a paper bag full of groceries. Food wasn't something she neglected, especially given how close she was to delivering. Sasha knew that it was important to keep up her strength. Childbirth wasn't easy and she wasn't sure when or where it was going to happen. Her hair hung limply against her head and she knew the first thing she was going to do was shower. She felt disgusting and even less attractive than usual. The roar of a motorcycle filled her ears and she stopped and turned, reminded how some of the pack used to ride them. But the man who got off of the vehicle was not a member of the pack and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was still safe.