Light of May ::: an original roleplay

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: Jesse, Farren and August
Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park
When: Late Afternoon

These walks had become a daily occurrence now. Jesse would get dressed, leave the hotel and wander aimlessly through the town she barely knew. She was getting to know it, no fear of getting lost, and each day she would find something worthy of adding to her mental map. She had not found that yet today, but there was hope. She vaguely recalled having been cooped up in her hotel room for a while, but couldn't remember why. And she certainly did not know what exactly she was doing here, seeing no tangible purpose for having relocated so far from home.

She was fine with it, however. Maybe she had closed her eyes and pointed somewhere on the map and just...gone. It was nice not having to worry about leaving anyone behind. Jesse's time, her life, was her own. Whatever she made of it. It was nice.

Stopping to admire the wind rustling through the trees, Jesse leaned against one, smiling. This autumn was different than that of home, no less beautiful for it. Maybe more, because she wasn't used to it. A new song started on her iPod as the girl closed her eyes, allowing the wind to mess up her hair and ruffle up her skirt. Sometimes, at the very back of her mind, Jesse thought of how she felt almost too weightless, too free. But those thoughts never lasted long. There was so much out there to discover, and Jesse did not want to miss a thing. Although she appeared to be missing how she had gone from singing along to the song in her ears to humming it out loud.

Who: Trent and August.
Where: The Summers’ home.
When: Around midday.

Though he was no longer their Alpha there was no wolf in the Summers Pack, especially those within the core family, the one after which it was named, that would not follow the commands of Martin Summers. There were no exceptions, not even the current leaders, and it was for that reason that Trent had heeded his father’s words and made plans to head to the home where he and his siblings had all grown up in order to speak with his brother. August would be there too, it was possible he had already arrived, Trent knew, as he walked down the path headed for the house at the heart of their territory. Their father was right about this meeting, the older of the twins knew, it made sense for them to get together, the pair of them, and discuss what was to be done about Lotti and Kyle and any others who had been trapped in the high school and might still be suffering from whatever they had experienced within its walls.

For his part Trent was still riled that anything had happened to his siblings at all. Protectiveness ran in their blood, it was a shared family trait, and it was natural for wolves to want to keep their own safe but for Trent it was always going to be fiercest, that instinct, when his family was involved. Venus too, obviously, and he had not yet taken the time to face the question of who would come first if he ever had to make a choice. That was a dilemma he was not yet prepared to give the time of day no matter how important it might end up being. Whatever the answered was it would bring trouble and pain and not just for him. Trent wasn’t ready to face that. Not yet.

Reaching the door he didn’t pause to knock but instead let himself in. Their mother was cooking something, he could smell it in the kitchen from the front of the house, and unbidden his stomach started to growl. Her cooking always had that effect, he had noticed it a long time ago, and he couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face when he heard her voice from the back of the house, greeting him and not even for a second confusing him with his brother. Pulling the light scarf from around his neck and shrugging off his jacket he hung them on the rack inside the door and caught himself looking for his brother’s coat as he did so.

Who: August Summers, Henry Westphal
Where: U of M Hospital
When: Late morning, October 5
Status: In Progress


( You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. )

Who: Venus, Trent, August, Star, and Willow (+familiars Raphaela and Haze)
When: Afternoon
Where: Venus' apartment

Texts had been sent and wards had been laid. Venus, with the help of her sister Willow, had spent the better part of an hour coaching Star on what was going to happen. Willow and Star would wait in Venus' bedroom while Venus explained the basics, then Willow and Star would come out and Star would answer any questions they had the best that she could. The most important part was explaining that they were going to make something like a game out of it, and that Star had to pretend that this was very sad, scary, and above all, very serious. And if she did good, they'd order pizzas and Star could have a reward.

Venus had no idea if that was actually going to work, but it was the best they could shoot for. She had the very thin hope that this way, Star might not say anything completely insensitive, and making a bad situation even messier could be avoided. Venus felt vaguely sick, but it was the best she could do. She was just settling back down on the couch when she heard a knock on the door. After mentally checking in with Raphaela that Willow and Star were safely occupied in her room, Venus called out, "Come in!"

Who: Fluffy and August
Where: Convenience store closest to the high school
When: Afternoon

( Her garden's more savage than ch-ch-cherry colas )

WHO: Julian & August
WHEN: Late night
WHERE: Summers Pack territory, Packlands
WARNINGS: Possible copious amounts of swearing from Julian because he has issues

( Nothing to lose but everything to gain. )

Who: August and Cat
When: Afternoon
Where: Summers Property

( Had it not been for the ordeal with the school, he would have likely gone through the dance of attempting to discern the intentions of the other were in his territory )

Who: August and Trent
When: Early Morning
Where: SOHS grounds

( he was still keeping at least one promise: he hadn’t left the school grounds since he arrived )

Who: Jo and August (other Summers and Summers' close ones also welcome of course)
Where: At the high school
When: WAY PAST LOTTI AND KYLE'S BEDTIME

( Bring paper bags in case of hyperventilation )

Who: August and Farren
When: September 25, 2009
Where: Summers's house

( DOG PILE! )

Who: August and Nicci
When: Very late evening
Where: Anywhere But Here

( He very rarely resented his were status, but tonight he hated the fact that he couldn’t easily become blind drunk )

Who: August and Venus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Venus' Apartment

( He needed to talk to her. )

Who: Sam and August.
Where: Sunny’s Diner.
When: Afternoon, not long after this.

( Whatever happened happened, and that was that. Plain and simple. )

WHO: August & Allegra
WHERE: Outside Many Paths
WHEN: Mid-morning

Unable to resist the urge to double-check on the temp, Allegra had made a quick run to the shop that morning. Just in case. She wasn't entirely sure if Willow was on this Saturday, and she wanted to make sure someone was taking care of it. As it was, every thing was in order and the store was not currently or seemed to be in any immediate danger of catching fire. She'd left detailed notes for the girl to follow, as well as four contact numbers in case she ran into any problems: her cellphone, her home phone, Willow's cellphone, and Venus' too. Because she was going to be spending the day with her youngest daughter, trying to see if her old wedding dress was salvageable for use. It was an exciting thought to Allegra, who was a serious sentimentalist. She never figured Willow or Venus would want her old wedding dress.

( It's a case of mistaken identity. Oops. )

Who: August, Aurora and Bubbles
Where: The park
When: Late afternoon
Warning: ...undetermined, but Bubbles is involved

( In the exact same way they never did. )

Who: August and Marisa
When: Late afternoon
Where: Starbucks

( 'Hey August.' )

Who: August and Venus
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: Noonish

( Hey, August. Just you today? )

WHO | Farren & August
WHERE | near the Bridge
WHEN | around 12pm

( everything's gonna change again )