Light of May ::: an original roleplay

roxy and savvy

camilla solo

tori solo

Who: Gerlinde
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Gerlinde's townhouse

( He was perfect. )

nysa and gia

kammie and wesley

for belinda and lida

josh and harper

sammy and chey

for katia and jaladhi

for glenda/josh

Who: Drina and Marco
Where: Marco's apartment
When: Evening

( Forgiveness does not fly to those who yearn for it. )

Who: Sam and August.
Where: The Summers home; Sam’s room.
When: Late morning.

Sam had missed dinner the previous evening. The smells had permeated the house and at least one voice had called up the stairs to tell him the food was ready but he had stayed in his room. With his eyes glued to the window he had spent a great deal of the night not sleeping but watching. Waiting. Breathing shallow and chest tight with a fearful kind of anxiety that had followed him all the way home from the edge of the woods that marked the limit of the Summers Pack territory after he had wandered out there with some misplaced sense of curiosity driving him. Unnerved as he was, so very deeply and completely, Sam had been afraid to leave his room, a place that had become familiar and therefore safe. It still caught him off guard to have furniture and a door he could open and close as and when he chose but more than one member of this family who had allowed him into their home had told him it was his space. He could keep it as long as he wanted or needed it. Sam had grown strangely attached to it.

That was dangerous. Alien. Wrong. It frightened him. For as long as he could remember nothing had been his, not truly. Even things that were given to him did not belong to him, he was permitted to retain them by those better and stronger than he was himself. That was how it worked. That had been Sam’s way of life for so many years that anything else was just bewildering to him, foreign and confusing to the point that it scared him. It was likely it would never stop feeling that way, that he would never be able to move past what had been so forcefully imprinted and impressed upon him, and had he been aware enough to recognise that for himself Sam might have found that disappointing, perhaps even frustrating. As it was he couldn’t see it, couldn’t stand on the outside looking in at himself, seeing what others saw. Even after the brief respite from that life only a short number of days ago Sam couldn’t see himself the way others did. Maybe that was for the best.

When breakfast time came someone called up the stairs again, much as they had the night before. More smells had drifted through the house, warm and comforting and appetising. Just like the night before Sam had stayed in his room. The return of the sun’s light had made him feel a little bolder, at least, in that he had moved from the bed and settled himself in the deep recess of the window’s ledge. He hadn’t brought a cushion or a pillow but he needed neither. Instead he had taken the book from the nightstand and folded himself into the space with the novel open against his legs. At least an hour had passed without him reading more than a few lines of the text, his eyes once again fixing on some unseen point outside, through the glass of the window and beyond the trees. The longer he stared the more Sam felt convinced he could feel eyes staring back at him.

Who: Nick and Jenny
When: Late morning
Where: Grocery store in town

( I can’t believe this is happening. )

WHO | Harper & Daveigh
WHERE | UofM Hospital
WHEN | Morning

( Grams needs us both. )

Who: Lazarus and Seraphina
When: Mid-morning
Where: Seraphina's penthouse, Hotel di Sei Ali
Warning: Violence (at minimum), with the potential for graphic violence and bloodshed (just covering bases for now).

( She hoped, for his sake, that he had much to report. )

Who: Skye, Lane and Jaye
Where: Decrepit, creepy old house in Ann Arbor
When: Saturday afternoon

Skye had heard about the alleged haunted house in one of the oldest parts of Ann Arbor on their first week of class. And then, she had kept hearing about it. People had all sorts of stories that had supposedly happened there, and although they always came with a number of doubters and skeptics, it was enough to appeal to Skye's curiosity. Even after the Light of May, while some people saw no more appeal in things that comprised the biggest hits as far as supernatural horror went, Skye saw more. Having things like vampires, weres, ghosts and demons confirmed as realities could only make things scarier.

As her mother would have said, 'the stars hadn't aligned' to make an actual foray into said haunted house before now. With school, and the numerous shenanigans happening around town (including Skye forgetting she had ever lived anywhere else, or that anything bad had ever happened to the twins or the coven), there had just not been a chance. But there was now. It was a nice Saturday afternoon - well, nice, at least it wasn't raining - and she had successfully convinced Lane to come along (hadn't been that hard, if she was honest) and they had successfully dragged Jaye along.

She was standing outside the house, climbing up one step then climbing down again, bouncy as ever. "Everybody got their phones out?" She asked the twins, eyes twinkling with anticipation. If something actually remarkable happened, she wanted to film it. It would go viral within seconds.

Who: Kiley and Jesse
Where: Starbucks
When: Late morning


( With eight seconds left in overtime. )

DATE: Saturday, October 17, 2009

BIRTHDAYS: Rebekah Adams

WEATHER: While the rain has cleared for the day, the temperature is remaining low and chilly.

EVENTS: Today has been a quiet day in Scarlet Oak, which could arguably be good or bad, depending on how one looks at things. Some people are happy for the peace, while others are worried that this could be yet another calm before one more horrible storm. There’s truthfully nothing that can be done, even if there were cause for concern. All that the citizens of the township can do for now is try to live their lives normally and hope for no further interruptions.

While Scarlet Oak managed to make it through the day without another murder, it can’t quite seem to make it a full twenty-four hours without violence. Sometime, just after dark, a couple is attacked in the park. From the look of things, it seems to be a simple mugging, with one person badly beaten for trying to fend off their attacker. Police are looking for the culprit, but they don’t have much information to go on. Anyone in the park around this time who also witnessed the attack is urged to come forward with further descriptions of the assailant.