Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Neil and Abri (solo)
Where: an empty house in the suburbs
When: about 1am
What: Abri attempts to be comforting.

( Partners means you're in it together... even if one of you is a thief, a rogue, and an idiot. )

Who: Madock and Oz
Where: High school track
When: Afternoon

( You're just upset because you can't really insult an otter. What're you gonna call me? Playful little clown? Adorable? Awww-worthy? )

Who: Will, Sloane and Juliet
Where: Grocery Store, Juliet's place
When: Early Evening

The cabinets and fridge, even the freezer, in Will and Ben's place were frighteningly empty, neither of them having gone out to the grocery store lately. They had done rock-paper-scissors to see who would go, and as Will chose his usual 'rock,' he inevitably lost. Thing was, Will really did not want to go, at least not alone. He liked food, loved it, really, but he just did not enjoy having to stare at the packages and packages of different brands and prices. Yes, he usually just grabbed whatever they needed or wanted, but it was still a boring trip.

The thought of asking Sloane to come along was like a revelation, and happily she agreed to come along for the trip. Now in the cookie aisle, he couldn't decide how many packages of Oreos he wanted.

Who: Lizzy and Jace
Where: The Williamson house
When: Afternoon
What: It's her birthday!

Her phone was resting at her side. Lizzy was relaxed in the sun, happy and enjoying spending her birthday relaxing. Tonight was going to be awesome. Dinner with the family. Hanging out with Liam after. It was good and she was happy. Beyond happy. Sitting in the sunshine, book in hand, the blonde witch was perfectly at peace. Anora tweeted happily from the bird bath, enjoying another moment to cool down in the summer heat. Lizzy's phone had been going off all day, texts and calls from friends and family. It left the eighteen-year-old happy and feeling very positive.

She was curious as to what the people who had bought her gifts had gotten her. She would never deny the curiosity nor would she deny wanting gifts for her birthday. It was tradition and she liked it. Everyone liked their birthdays. At least generally. Anora fluttered over to her shoulder. "Someone's coming, Lizzy. Maybe it's your brother's friend?" The bird had been warned of Jace's coming over and what his present may or may not contain.

Who: Adelle and Whisper
Where: Whisper's Home
When: 8PM

( The air that kills the shame. )

Who: Liliya and Mael
Where: Mael's rundown hovel
When: Late afternoon

( I thought I made it crystal clear. )

Who: Eilir (NPC), Kiara and random NPC
Where: Ann Arbor
When: 1:00 a.m.ish
Warnings: Siren being siren-ly... violence and some gore.

( Caught my hands on wires - oh heaven help you when I get them off. )

who: Hunter and Trip
when: Afternoon, during Trip's break
where: In the parking lot behind the Owl's Nest

( I refuse to call her 'the girl that Trip really likes and is not cheating on, but won't call his girlfriend, because he lacks balls' )

Who: Linnea, Nikita and Strike (NPC)
Where: Niemi household
When: Late evening

( Don't say you're sorry now 'cause I just don't care. )

Who: Bradley and Dagmar
Where: The Owl's Nest
When: Evening

It wasn't a normal day, even for her. Dagmar had woken up with a tender head after the previous night's antics with Zach and, while she had wanted to do nothing more than lay in bed and watch a movie or something, she had been encouraged to leave. Not even just encouraged, but practically pushed out. So the water elemental had grabbed herself a bottle of water and driven her car off a ways before curling up in the backseat to go back to sleep. When she'd woken up it was near twilight and, instead of returning home, she had remembered something she wanted to do. After reading her mother's diary (an old habit she really needed to get over) she had decided that she needed to have a little chat with someone.

Parking her car, Dagmar climbed out at the Owl's Nest and walked inside. Luck was with her because she saw a familiar figure sitting at the bar with a plate of food in front of him. Good, she didn't have to get a waitress to retrieve him or any of that. "Hello Mr. Krasner," Dagmar said as she took the stool next to his, turning to face him. No preambling from her, not after she had spent most of the day in her car sleeping off a hangover. "Got a question for you. Why were you at my house alone with my mom the other day? Not really the sort of thing you're supposed to do with a married woman, you know." Her eyes were sharp. Dagmar didn't like her father, hated him actually, but that didn't mean that things like this were supposed to happen. Just because her father was a jackass didn't mean that her mother had to be a cheating whore. Yes, that was how Dagmar thought of it. And Bradley was, in her mind, the enabler.

Who: Alanna and Roxy
Where: The Court (Alanna's place)
When: 9am-ish

( Another head aches, another heart breaks. I am so much older than I can take and my affection, well it comes and goes. )

Who: Roxy and her parents (NPCs)
Where: Diaz household
When: Too early to be dealing with this BS... aka 8am

( Decisions to decisions are made and not bought, but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot—I guess not. )

Who: Naoki, Otter, Snowball (NPC), and Sitala (NPC)
Where: Park
When: Noontime

( Such boundless pleasure, we've no time for later now. )

Who: Evan and Graham
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: 9am


It had been a while since Graham got some quality night sleep and if it wasn't evident in the dark circles under his eyes, then it was evident in the third cup of coffee he was on. A bit hard to sleep when there was that impending doom lingering about that his ex-girlfriend would suddenly pop back into his dreams and mind rape him for more information. Not exactly how he felt like spending his evening. Even when morning came he didn't want to try for some rest. Autumn was off to work, thus leaving Graham alone... which was always a bad thing, because god knew what would happen. Staying around in her house sounded like a crappy idea and he was finding himself to get more and more annoyed by just sitting around in it all day. Thus explaining why he flipped through his old numbers, found Evan Forsythe, and decided to meet him up for breakfast.

( Seriously, if dicks - aside from my own - didn't disgust me, I'd be a fag by tomorrow. )

Who: Jokull and Linnea
Where: Phonelines
When: Mid-afternoon

( I said that I won't. I'll... I'll stop you. )

Who: Owen, Marisa and Edward Rook (NPC) and Hudson (NPC)
When: Evening
Where: The park
What: Family picnic

( Are you in or are you out? )

Who: Ryan and Dante
Where: The Dollhouse (it's the strip club)
When: Night shift!

Night shift. How lucky was Ryan? Usually he had the afternoon shift with all the sad old farts and the one-legged strippers but not tonight. Tonight, he actually had a reason to look around and beyond the bar, and that made him very happy. So happy, in fact, that unlike usual he was serving drinks at the bar with the largest smile he could muster. Which could, at times, look a bit frightening. But Ryan didn't really care.

He was clapping when Desert Rose came on stage, all boobs and strawberry blonde extensions; he whistled loudly when Chardonnay threw her bra at the audience, and he even yelled some lovely words at Candi Jade. She winked at him, and Ryan winked right back. "What a fucking awesome work night!" He'd exclaimed at some point. Hell, he was even dancing to Motley Crue!

Who: Westley, Ravyn, and Kikuya
Where: The park
When: About mid day, after tea of course
Why: Because Westley wants to meet up with his dear sister

It had been a few days since Westley had arrived in this little piss pocket of a town, looking for his brother and quite frankly he was already done with the place. It was humid, he couldn't find a decent cuppa anywhere, and frankly everyone in this bloody country was incredibly rude. Didn't they know when to bow to one of their betters? He was going to have quite a bit of fun un-making this place when he was a God, maybe he'd even make it again just so that he could have all the pleasure of destroying it a second time. Oh that did sound like fun. Even this park was beginning to irritate him, all of the birds didn't sound right. Ugh, they couldn't even get that right in this arse backwards pit of a country.

Still, it couldn't be all bad.

This morning he'd blessed his shoes to take him where he needed to be, and there was no way they wouldn't lead him right to Cedric. Oh just thinking of his name sent a shiver of rage run up his spine. When he found him he was going to delight in snapping his neck and...wait a tick. A rictus grin spread across his face, and he had to tilt his head at his good luck. Sure enough his shoes themselves had led him right to his little sister of all people! Oh little Ravyn, once again she would lead him right to his brother and then they would all sit down and have a nice long chat about Westley's place in the universe. Mainly that this one was his, and that it would behoove them to shuffle off this mortal coil and find their own. Still grinning, he headed right over to the little teenager, completely ignoring the woman that she was with.

"Well hello there Pigeon! Be a good little girl, give us a hug then."

Who: Graham and Jace
Where: Random lounge in Ann Arbor
When: Evening

( And even then it's just a brief retelling of his rough love and abandonment. )

Who: Andrew and Kinah
Where: The Golden Dragon Restaurant
When: At around 9pm

By Kinah's own standards she had gotten up early today. She always did, for more than $100,000. On the fifth day of studying her next target she had decided it was time to move in. She followed the man to the Golden Dragon, where he apparently enjoyed gambling away money that wasn't his own, and five minutes after he went in, so did she.

She was seated, like any other customer; careful not to show her fangs (which wasn't hard, for Kinah wasn't keen on smiling, let alone grinning) she ordered water she didn't drink and looked over a menu she wasn't interested in. All the while, watching her target go about his daily gambling routine. When he was losing, Kinah had noticed he liked to pause and go to the toilet, probably to exercise some sort of de-stressing technique that could range between taking drugs and crying. Or both, perhaps.

About thirty minutes into the game, he was already going to the bathroom. The restaurant wasn't full at all, and most employees were hanging out around a table waiting for people to serve. Kinah saw this as her chance, and swiftly made her way to the restroom zone, where, with the aid of the shadows all over the dimly lit restaurant, she was able to walk into the tiny men's room without anyone seeing her. Once there she withdrew a dagger from her purse, which she then dropped to the floor, and went to move behind the man - who was, at the time, taking a whiz. With one swift movement from left to right, she cut the man's throat without him even seeing her.