Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Erin and Evan
When: Early evening
Where: Erin's place


( You know I wouldn't have it any other way. )

Who: Evan and Savvy
Where: Savvy's apartment
When: Late afternoon


( Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? )

WHO: Erika & Evan
WHERE: Seeds of Beauty
WHEN: Morning, after Evan's interrupted beauty sleep

( A good brother always brings dessert. )

Who: Evan and Savvy
Where: Sunny's Diner to start
When: Evening


( as long as you're still burning bright. )

Who: Evan and Erika (and probably Erika's familiar Petunia too)
Where: Erika's house
When: Early evening


( I'm ready to go. )

Who: Savvy and Evan.
Where: Savvy’s apartment.
When: Late afternoon.

( Right. No time to waste. No time like the present. One of those was fitting, she was sure, or maybe both. Both would do. )

For Evan and Bonnie!

Who: Jillian and whoever she invited and whoever they invited...
Where: a bar
When: 8pm and on

It was Jillian's first birthday in her new home, and that was a little scary. But a little fear never stopped Jillian from doing what she wanted or what she thought was right. Besides, fear could be exciting. She'd signed a lease agreement earlier in the day on an apartment--her birthday present to herself. Then, in a process no one but Jillian could completely comprehend, she managed to pack up most of her clothes and pick out an outfit for the birthday party she was throwing herself at the same time. By 7:30 her things were back in their boxes and suitcases, and Jillian was dressed and ready to go. None of her friends should have any trouble spotting her when they got to the bar.

( Once you start to open your heart )

Who: Evan and Savvy
Where: Comic book/gaming store
When: Afternoon

( This town just wasn't made for two. )

Who: Erin, Evan, Jasper, and Mrs. Forsythe ((NPC... wait, what?))
Where: Forsythe home
When: Morning

( Read more... )

Who: Evan and Graham
Where: Graham's place
When: Evening

( I like to keep my little shell intact. )

Just in case, not sure if I need it or not. Will delete if it turns out to be otherwise <3

For Jillian and Evan and blowing off some steam.

Who: Evan and Erika Forsythe
Where: The Forsythe family home
When: Afternoon


( Take the fight from the kid. )

Who: Alexander and Evan
Where: Downtown
When: Noontime

( Sea rolls and death tolls break the surface; don't break my bones. )

Who: Erika and Evan
Where: Forsythe & Family Funeral Home
When: 9pm. Ish.

( Bring me back to fallen town / Where someone is still alive )

Who: Evan and Erin (and a bunch of crazy picketing NPCs)
When: Morning
Where: Forsythe and Family Funeral Parlor

With no work on her table for the rest of the morning, Erin finished her paperwork and set her mind to determining what next. Sticking around the house, probably, in case something should come up. First, she knew she needed to pay her respects at the showing upstairs. Very rarely did Erin show to any funeral for someone she’d never met personally, but the death of a local teenager wasn’t something she took lightly. Appearances should be made. And she knew better than to make said appearances looking the way she did now. Knowing poor Claire Korey’s friends and family would be turning up for the first day of her showing any minute now, Erin headed upstairs to change and cast some glamors. First, she headed into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. That was when she heard the noises.

Angry noises, and chanting - most of which she couldn’t quite make out. A thoroughly perplexed look on the medical examiner’s face, she headed over to the window above the sink, and pulled the lace curtain back.

She dropped her coffee mug. “Oh hale no,” she growled, anger boiling up inside of her. Protesters. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Cruel signs proclaiming everything from ‘God hates freaks’ to ‘Burn the Witch!’ Were they fucking serious?

Coming from an official standpoint, it would be a bad idea for the county medical examiner to head outside and shove a picket sign up some bumfuck redneck’s ass. It would reflect poorly. And yet Erin was heading for the door, fists clenched angrily. “EVAN!” she shouted, throwing open the back door. “CALL THE POLICE. SOME TRESPASSERS ARE ABOUT TO BE SHOT.”

( Dis gon be good. )

Who: Evan Forsythe and Alex Mingan
Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park
When: Afternoonish
What: New friends, mebbe? Thanks scene lotto!



( So, to the park it was. )

Who: The Forsythes!
When: Late afternoon
Where: the Forsythe house

Erin found it a little difficult to get back into work mode after a weekend of, well, vigilantism, and found it was no wonder Bruce Wayne could be such a tool. Putting down the Bat-cape wasn't easy! Thankfully, by mid-morning that day she'd been back to her normal state of being entirely consumed by her work, and she found herself falling back into routine. Even while inwardly determining that any part of this becoming routine was, without a doubt, bugfuck crazy. Demon revolt, death death death, back to work and watching TV for a week, lather, rinse, repeat. Oh well.

She did feel a bit of pride at the fact that the Forsythe and Family Funeral Home was safe and operational through-out it all. Having the place blessed had really done some good.

After finishing up for the day and grabbing a shower, Erin headed back downstairs, finding the door to one of the private grieving rooms ajar. Doors tended to open and close on their own accord in the Forsythe house, but what respectable funeral home wasn't haunted? She just closed the door without a second thought -- just to get an oh so wonderful flash of the widow from the Niemi funeral scoring some hot piece of ass over the weekend. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Erin couldn't even remember the last time she got laid in this house! No fair! NO FAIR! Sometimes this touch-know thing really sucked.

Who: Evan Forsythe and Bianca Syme
When: Late afternoon
Where: Random grocery-type store in Scarlet Oak



( Evan might be a bachelor, but even he didn't consider a handful of Cheerios to be breakfast. )