Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Ben & Juliet
When: Afternoon
Where: Home of their parents. The porch to be exact.
Warning: Cursing likely to ensue. Violence unlikely.

( Really, Juliet did not like feeling guilty over something she did not really understand, but she had obviously pissed Ben off that time. )

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Who: Bradley and Linnea
Where: Forsythe Funeral Home
When: Late afternoon
Warning: NSFW

( I'm never gonna leave you. I'm never gonna leave. Holdin on, ten years gone. )

Who: Zania and Jace
Where: SOHS
When: Afternoon

Maybe this hadn't been the best time to move herself down to Scarlet Oak unannounced, but once she hit the road Zania hadn't been willing to stop. On the plus side, once she arrived there were all kinds of places for her to stay temporarily, and she'd planted herself down in the one that seemed most convenient. Staying at SOHS allowed her to come and go as she needed, but also the security of having a blessed building to stay in. That was one thing she'd never be able to do, bless something, though with other people around to do it for her it wasn't a worry. She liked what she could do far better anyways.

She'd set up shop in one of the science rooms, then began to wander the halls. There were a number of interesting people to meet and it seemed like a perfect time to start setting up connections. No need to mention that she didn't have anywhere else to go quite yet. She'd figure that part out before it became an issue.

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Who: Nic and Grayson
Where: Heme
When: Afternoon

It took a bit of thinking for Nic to come up with a reason Heme might employ him, but once he found it he was sure he was perfect for the job. There weren't many people who could boast to be effective in managing troublesome vampires, though Nic knew he'd have to be careful in his wording and how he played it off. He didn't want anyone to feel threatened by his abilities, otherwise working there would be quite unpleasant. That was if he could get the job.

Visiting Heme when it was being used as a shelter was quite different than when it was primarily a bar. It was also the first time he'd stepped inside while there was still light outside, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. He'd called ahead, so he knew who he was looking for, though he didn't know what he looked like. At least he wasn't the only human in the bar, and for once he wasn't the only one that smelled of death. The demons had done a nice job of seeing to that.

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Who: Adair and Halne
When: Early evening
Where: Heme
Warning: Just a wee bit'o violence. (Rated R)

( Oh, I just LOVE making new friends! )

Who: Zale and Adair
Where: Zale’s Apartment
When: late night
What: A meeting a long time in coming.

( She’s always been hyena smiles in the dark, laughing high and low. )

Who: Kieron and Jezebelle
When:Morning
Where: Starbucks
What: Business


There were at least 10 different things Kieron could be doing with his time, and the morning run to Starbucks to get out of the damn high school was only proving to Kieron that, as always, he hated consumerism. More than Wal-Mart, more than the grocery store, Kieron hated Starbucks. This morning, however, Starbucks seemed to be the only coffee shop open within a hundred mile radius and he figured, what the hell, he needed tea so why not suffer the crap tea from Starbucks until his contact showed up. He was in his typical garb, looking more like a fashion-conscious hobo than a hunter, but what the hell, it served his purposes well. When he walked up to the counter he looked the barista square in the eye and spoke with purpose. “I’ll ‘ave a tea please.” he said, unable to mask the fact that, well, he was just about as British as you could get. The barista stared at him blankly, a look of confusion on his face. He looked no older than 20 and basically scared out of his wits. Why this place would be open was beyond him, but if they were getting paid to be there, he was going to utilize their services. “What kind of tea, s-s-sir?” the young man asked, constantly peering out the window behind Kieron, not really paying much attention to what he had to say.

( First Meeting )

Who: Anneliese and Halne
When: Middle of the night
Where: Halne's Apartment
What: First meeting of neighbors!
Why: Because Anneliese has decided that if there's a party next door, she wants to be invited.

Anneliese lay on her back in the middle of her bed, the front of her faded white t-shirt with a big picture of Jem and the Holograms contrasting greatly both in style and substance with the black silk sheets beneath her body. She'd recited all of her favorite lines from the Big Lebowski at least thirty times,and now she was just - bored.
Bored and not anywhere near sleep.
She'd went on a huge run earlier today in her other form but even that hadn't tired her out. She must have more stamina than usual. Which, as it so happened, was falling on the biggest dry spell ever in the history of her Fucktopia. 
Just her luck.
Next door there were soft sounds drifting through the walls, and they sounded suspiciously like a guitar. Who would be playing music, that sort of music, at this time of night?
Someone having a party, to her line of reasoning. Parties usually equaled people and alcohol, as long as you weren't of the Hannah Montana generation, and people had a fifty/fifty chance of sucking, but alcohol... Well, couldn't go wrong in the moment, right?

She stood, not bothering to put on anything other than her black leather knee-high boots, (because there are knives in there. She wouldn't go out unprotected!) and headed out of her apartment and to the next door in nothing but her big t-shirt, a pair of plain black panties that were pretty much covered by the t-shirt, and her boots.
She didn't think twice about knocking. Several times, in fact.

Who: Grayson Mudali and Neil MacKenna
When: Early morning
Where: Heme
Why: Because it's just required, at this point



( This was the kind of morning that called for a bloody mary, the kind with tomato juice and vodka, not the glass of B+ that Grayson was currently sipping. )

Who: Torque and Chloe
Where: 12th and Pkway
When: Mid afternoon
What: Demon Smash
Rating: Eventually NSFW

( Let the bodies hit the floor. )

Who: Valen, Charlie, Ransom, and Isadora (NPC)
Where: The DRAGANI (none of that hyphenated bullshit, thank you very much) Household
When: Around 7ish, totally casual
Why: Because a stepfather should get to know the boy his stepdaughter is interested in

Isadora had insisted upon something. That fact alone was beginning to irk him, the fact that she thought she could stomp her little foot, hold her breath, and think she could get her way. Still, it was one evening and Valen was more than willing to allow for a calculated win on his loving wife's part...there was no way he wouldn't be able to leverage it into something useful later. So with that in mind he made sure he left the station early today, putting aside that Tommy Welsen case for now. The boy was definitely dead at this point, having turned up only insomuch that his hands and a few of his bones have been located, it's not like he was going to get any deader.

The drive home was fairly uneventful, merely Valen mentally bracing himself for the evening ahead. His profession was one where he not only inspected and studied the most depraved and gory acts of humanity, he often found himself walking in the shoes of sociopaths and STILL it was more preferable to what Isadora wanted to do this evening. Sitting down and having a family dinner, honestly what could be more gag inducing? The answer was obvious, sitting down and having a family dinner with that irritating, halo smuggling little bitch and her idiotic boyfriend. Valen's face already turned into a smug little grin as he walked into his door, already coming up with the appropriate "leverage". It was going to be so much fun sticking it to that dead angel by doing something absolutely depraved to his widow in their bedroom tonight, and who knows? The hallways tend to carry sound, maybe he'd leave the door open a crack and let the little one hear "accidentally". She did so love it when her mother was happy and all.

Those thoughts alone supplied him with enough of a reason to smile as he snuck up behind his wife and slipped her into a loving embrace before cooing into her ear, "Honey, I'm home."

Who: Adair and a Finder Charlie (NPC)
Where: Charlie's house
When: 7-12-09 Just after midnight

Who: Preston and Paige
When: about 8AM
Where: Scarlet Oak High School
What: Reunion!

( No matter how fast I run it will never be fast enough. No matter how close I hold you, the world will still come for your bones. )

Who: Fiona and Puck
When: 7-12, sometime that night
Where: Fiona's apartment
Warning: TBA but looks to be pretty tame

( Darkness shared is darkness lessened )

Placeholder for Carter & Nell reunion! eeeek!

Who: Nineveh and Freddie
Where: Down the river, in the wooded area just out of town
When: Sunrise (at least..through the rain)

Who: Jezebelle, Nikita, and Graham
Where: Phone calls
When: 1am

Jezebelle sat on the bed, phone pressed to her ear as she listened to it ring on the other end. She'd intended to make the call earlier in the day, but then time had slipped away from her and she'd forgotten. It hadn't seemed urgent, but now it clearly was. She just hoped that Nikita could point her in the right direction. She'd hadn't made a habit of dealing with blood hunters in Scarlet Oak, but that was all about to change.

It was still raining. Therefore, Graham was still awake. He vaguely remembered getting sleep sometime Thursday night, but since the rain came in, all chances of him resting were thrown out the window. The heated blankets were a lovely bonus to the bedroom, but it didn't help that he couldn't sleep. And what was even worse was that he was starting to see and hear things, as if he was hallucinating on a bad drug trip. Pile that on top of the massive headache that was still persisting and overall exhaustion, just to make matter worse. Graham was not happy and was actually finding himself to be in better spirits the previous day when the demon was involved. Jezebelle had mentioned something about finding blood for him and he trusted her enough to know that she would follow through with that. While she was busy on the phone, Graham curled up by her side, wrapped up in several layers of heated blankets with his head in her lap and clutching his head in an attempt to block out the hallucinations. Now and then he twitched and curled up into a ball, visually horrified of what he was experiencing.

Somewhere in the Vostrikova household, there was a phone going off in the middle of the night. While most of her assistants were at their homes and resting, Nikita was up and doing the usual paperwork for business. She was in her office when the phone initially went off, looking up from her work and raised an eyebrow while she looked on over to Anne. The young girl immediately rose from her seat and shuffled over to fetch the phone for her boss, yawning as she glanced at the caller ID. "It's um... Marino?"

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Who: Corentin and Nineveh
Where: A deserted beach, to start.
When: Midday.

( the silence is so loud, something isn't right )

Who: Fiona and OPEN
When: 7-12, that afternoon
Where: SOHS Shelter
Warning: TBA

( Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely Spam! Lovely Spam! )