Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Brien, Hyemi, Lotti, Rowan
When: That is such an awesome question
Where: Tunnel of Lo-HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ;_;

Rowan's feet were freezing. She huffed irritably and tried to find a more comfortable position. She made to roll over, and promptly slid a few more inches down the incline. She was now up to her knees in water. ...the hell?

Rowan's eyes snapped open, and she still felt that heavy sensation. That was what had happened. She'd been at the dance, hating every second of it, and things had started to feel heavy. After that? Nothing. Where the hell was she? She could hardly see anything. The ground beneath her felt like some kind of metal. She was on an incline. She could hear water dripping. There was a light behind her, but it was small and flickering, and pointing the other way. Rowan looked around, and realized she wasn't alone. She couldn't tell who was with her, her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness. She took a deep breath and pushed up, trying to find flatter ground. "Um... hello?" Her voice echoed. This was bad. "Wake up. Somebody, wake up. We're in trouble."

Who: Hyemi & Brian
Where: The Mudhouse
When: Late afternoon, an hour or two after school

( She was a Komodo dragon, not a bumper car )

Who: Brian and Satu
Where: The Middle School
When: Late morning

Brian wasn't exactly a family man, meaning he didn't pay that much attention to his extended family outside of certain festivities, and even then he excused himself early, pretending to feel sleepy, and went to his room to play video games online with like-minded friends. Today was an exception, however. His mother had asked him to help her sister, his aunt, seeing as she was a single mother who needed urgent surgery and was staying at the hospital for a few days. The kid had come to stay at their house, and Brian had been put on school duty, dropping the kid off and picking him up from school.

This morning things hadn't gone very smoothly, as Brian's parents had left very early and Brian was left to take care of the whole morning routine on his own. As such, the kid had ended up forgetting his packed lunch, which was why Brian was now about to leave the Scarlet Oak Middle School after having looked everywhere for his little cousin and given him the lunch-bag. On the way in he had seen the Bake Sale sign and it had stayed with him, so naturally on the way out he stopped by the said Bake Sale. "So what are these?" He asked the kid manning the sale.

Who: Brian and BJ
When: Afternoon
Where: department store at a mall

One of the guys in the show had been at the march, and as a result was up in the hospital with a broken leg. He'd needed surgery to put it back together, and everyone in the show was trying to do something nice for him. They'd all go up together to see him in the evening, and to shower the poor guy with gifts. Perhaps surprisingly, BJ loved giving gifts. Having grown up poor, she'd never really been in the position to do that sort of thing for the few friends or relatives she had. There had been a lot of handmade Christmas presents when she was a little girl. Now that she had a couple thousand dollars stashed in various places around the house on any given day, gift-giving was awesome. The real trouble was moderation. She could afford to buy her bedridden friend a brand new handheld video game system and a shit ton of games for it... but she wasn't supposed to be able to do just that. No matter how much she wanted to, it would look really really weird. So she'd been all over the mall, trying to find a really fabulous gift that wasn't terribly expensive. She was fighting a huge battle with her own willpower in the process.

Endellion was of no help whatsoever for this sort of thing, so she'd left her familiar at home. Endy was ultra feminine, and also of the opinion that nothing but the best was good enough to so much as touch Bonnie's skin. Bonnie knew that she couldn't let Endy so much as see the mall without being talked into manis, pedis, massages, makeovers, and hair styling. For both of them. Most of the salons no longer batted an eye at Bonnie toting her little fennec fox in and paying someone to paint her nails pink. After that, Bonnie knew she would have been talked into at least three new dresses she didn't really need, and then it would have been off to the baby gap for a few to match Endy herself. No, Endy had stayed at home today.

Bonnie sighed and shifted her weight in the elevator. She needed to find something soon. Her feet were killing her. And the fat old guy behind her kept leering. He was being really obvious about it too, which annoyed her to no end. He kept making creepy, flirty little comments too. Right around the time he mentioned he could practically see through her blouse, she snapped. She turned on him and gave him a look to melt ice. "Not even if your dick could cure cancer and my titties were rotting off," she snarled. He jumped about a mile, and when the elevator stopped at the next floor, hurried off as fast as he could. Bonnie didn't even think that had been his floor. Did she care? Not at all.

Who: Brian and Ophelia
When: Afternoon
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak

A few protesters (which Ophelia had quickly scared away) aside, the opening of the shop was going well. She'd had steady jobs all day and the previous day, and it felt good to be working. There had been a couple of particularly lengthy jobs in the morning however, and after performing a below-the-belt piercing for a 65-year-old U of M professor, Ophelia had decided that was the perfect time for a little walk to to stretch her legs. She'd headed down to a nearby convenience store for a candy bar and a can of pomegranate-flavored Rockstar, and was actually in a pretty good mood. She'd missed a lot more than news and ass-kicking during her time in Celestia. You just couldn't fucking beat earthly snacks. They were so bad for humans, but what the fuck did she care? They made Milky Ways with pure caramel now. And apparently pomegranate-flavored things were a food fad. Fucking brilliant. God bless fat, American humans. Dumb fucks though they may be, they knew how to eat.

After munching on her candy bar she started to head back the way she came, letting her senses wander a bit. Her people were everywhere, but at the moment none were close enough to really trigger in her mind. She felt a dozen different pulls, but none so strong and urgent that needed help right the fuck now. It was almost close to peaceful. It wasn't a bad thing.

Who: Brian and Rowan
When: Late afternoon
Where: the Berry Bucket
NOTE: This scene was meant to be posted on the August 17th gameday, but we can't find our placeholder. Which probably means we forgot it. Sorry!

( I'm not crazy. )

Who: Brian and Harley
Where: Somewhere in one of Scarlet Oak's residential areas
When: At around 10pm

Brian was of the mind that a man should spend a good amount of quality time with his car; especially when it was an old and slightly rusty American muscle car that might either last forever or die next week. And even more so when the money to buy it came out of your already torn apart pocket and you were still paying it in soft monthly payments you'd never see the end of.

At least he'd been able to afford to install a new radio on it. Today, Brian's quality time with his car consisted in listening to music as loud as the speakers would go while parked somewhere in town outside someone's house. He had no idea where he actually was, but he knew he was in Scarlet Oak and that was enough.

Hitting the dashboard with his hands as he nodded his head, Brian sang - or screamed - to the words in the song with as much energy as he could muster up at that hour: "WE'RE GOING DOWN DOWN IN AN EARLIER ROUND AND SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING!" He screamed, his window open all the way down; it seemed as though Brian couldn't care less about neighbors who might resent the noise right near their house. "A LONELY GOD COMPLEX COCK IT AND PULL IT!" And he went on. At least the chorus was an easy one to get right - or was it? - and the song wasn't some sort of deafening death metal thing, otherwise he might have gone deaf or been lynched by a mob of neighbors by now.

Who: Brian and Penny
When: Afternoon
Where: Outside Brian's house/in his garage

Brian was only doing this because his mother had asked him politely. He knew, however, that the "orders" had come from his father, but the man knew better than to try telling him to do anything. Still, he was supposed to pull his weight around the house, at least while he lived there - which he hoped wasn't for much longer since hopefully Gabe would want to move in with him for college. They could rent an apartment near the campus, maybe.

But that was for later. Now, and because the weather had gotten better, Brian couldn't keep putting off cleaning out the garage. He couldn't understand why he had to do it on his own, as if he knew what crap to keep and what to throw away; apparently, he was trusted to make these decisions. If any harm came from it, he would just have to point out that nobody else showed up to help, and if he couldn't throw away some crap, the garage would just remain cluttered. There were boxes everywhere, some labeled, some not. One of them got Brian's attention for the odd label on the side and top of it. It read "Char", which made no sense to him at first. So, because actually cleaning stuff up didn't quite agree with the young man just yet, he opened it, just to see what was inside.

Clothes, apparently. Sifting through the box, Brian found a lot of somewhat moldy-smelling clothes, most of which he did not recognize. They looked dated, and in their midst he found some baby clothes which could only have belonged to him. Brian smiled, not giving a second thought to the fact that his mother hadn't kept much of his baby clothes as mementos. After all, there were pictures and wonderful memories of him shitting himself and her in the process. They didn't need clothing too. Finally, Brian's attention was caught by a lace black bra.

"Ooooh, sexay!" He exclaimed, taking it out of the box to observe it closely. It looked very used, obviously, and it didn't occur to him at the time that considering this was most likely his mother's bra, it might look weird that he was just short of smelling it. Instead of doing so, however, Brian stuck his arms through the straps and adjusted it to his own chest without buttoning it. If unbuttoning a bra was hard enough, he did not want to know what buttoning one was like. Looking down at himself almost wearing a bra, Brian grinned with satisfaction, nodding. Then, he started nodding to the music coming from the iPod and its speakers he had brought into the garage for this occasion (because cleaning up stuff without music was somehow even worse).

And then he thought "Why not?", and started dancing. Because, really, why not?

Who: Brian and Rowan
When: Nighttime
Where: The Berry Bucket

The curfew being lifted had caused a boom in business, much to Rowan's chagrin. Twilight was still playing at the Berry Bucket, which meant tons of girls from school - always Rowan's worse nightmare. Now take said girls from school, and add in the fact that they'd been cooped up without their usual social time for far too long. Within ten minutes of arriving for her shift a few hours ago, Rowan had been: the target for a drive-by cup-throwing when she went to empty one of the garbage bins, had been pelted with gummy bears, asked if looney bins were anything like prisons in the don't drop the soap respect (with an added sigh of 'like father like daughter'), and told that her second attempt at her senior year would go just fine as long as she staged her suicide attempts in the fall and spring, to balance off last winter. By the time the other shift was ready to switch (Rowan refused to admit she was happy that Brian was scheduled to come in), she was filthy, and firmly back in her old routine of going through the motions that nothing at all was bothering her.

Get popcorn. Get insulted. Smile dumbly. Take their money. Lather, rinse, repeat. What a great fucking summer.

Who: Brian and Open
Where: Random grocery store
When: Afternoon

All right, fine. So it was a regular thing, having to help out with some shopping, usually getting stuff mom and James - boy that sounded very Oedipus of him, didn't it? Yikes - forgot to get. Brian was fine with it, he had been brought up with the notion that he needed to help out, that was fine by him most of the time. This was not one of those times. Not only had his mother interrupted a damn fine run of Counter Strike Source, but Brian also was not keen on getting out of the house. The other night, when he had to go to work, he'd all but shit his pants on the way to and from the Berry Bucket. The trick, he had found, was driving as fast as he could and stop for no one. No one. Unless someone happened to be standing right in the way of the car, obviously. In those cases, Brian just skewed around. Call it being a dick; in Brian Wayne's opinion, sometimes survival warranted being a dick. Deal with it.

( Brian Wayne going into overdrive in 5...4...3...2...1... )

Who: Brian and Gabe
Where: Gabe’s home
When: In the morning

This was, by far, the hardest thing Brian had ever have to do. Go see a friend whose girlfriend had been brutally murdered wasn’t something he ever thought would realistically happen, not to him or anyone he knew. Then again he knew everyone pretty much thought the exact same thing: These things only happen to others. And the fact that this was Gabe’s mate for life only made things worse. Much worse.

Brian didn’t know what to say, he honestly didn’t, which was why he hadn’t been to see Gabe until now. Not that he knew what to say now any more than before, but there was such a thing as being a douche for not checking on a good friend at a time like this for days. Well that, and work. In any case, he was here now, and intended on playing it by ear and probably giving Gabe a hug if words faltered. Because Brian was pretty sure anyone would welcome a hug at a time like this.

After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited, at which point everything he had planned, even bits and pieces of hopefully-non-clichés he had rehearsed went out the window and Brian suddenly felt like he really, really didn’t want to do this. Because what the fuck could he say that would sound to Gabe like anything more than bullshit, right now?

( Read more... )

Who: Brian and Rowan
Where: The Berry Bucket
When: Evening

A job! Finally, a job! Brian was so excited by the prospect of earning some money, little as it was, since this was only a part-time, that if you really looked you could see a bounce in his step as he left his car and walked to the concession stand of the Berry Bucket. He also may or may not have been humming some upbeat song as he walked.

Well, you couldn't fault him for being glad to have found a job, as brief as it was, because he needed all the help he could get paying for his car. Giving up the car itself was, clearly, not an option. If you drove it, just once, you would understand. Plus, this job seemed easy enough, and Brian liked the notion that if he had time maybe he could even see one of the features some time. Also: free popcorn. Maybe. All good things, if he did things right and didn't get caught.

When he reached the concession stand, Brian was already grinning happily at whomever it was he'd be sharing his job title with, who was currently with her - he thought it was a she, considering the long-as-hell hair and all - back turned to him. "Hi!" He greeted, looking around excitedly as he clapped his hands together. Damn, was he excited.

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

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