Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: the Byrnes
Where: their townhouse // SOHS, sort of
When: close to 7pm

( Anywhere, I would've followed you )

Who: Liam and MacKenna
When: After school
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak

( Hold up a second, now I got something on my dirty mind )

Who: Charlene and Liam
Where: the frozen yogurt shoppe!
When: afternoon

( Let your body get a tolerance )

Who: Ryan and Liam
Where: Byrne house!
When: just after sunrise

( I wanna let go of the pain I've felt so long )

Who: Liam and NPC'd dream-peoples
Where: his dream/nightmare
When: early morning

( And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own )

Who: the Byrnes
Where: their house
When: early evening, around 5pm

( No, Liam was not the best at showing he cared. )

Who: the remaining Byrnes
When: Midday
Where: Their house

Bonnie watched from the window as the car carrying Dex sped away down the street, until no trace of it or her oldest brother could be seen anymore. Then she turned around and sank down onto the couch.

It had all happened so fast. She still felt numb with shock.

The cops were onto something Dex had done, though Bonnie couldn't imagine what her brother would have done without the rest of them. They'd be coming for him - but he'd be long-gone. All his younger siblings had gotten up in arms, insisting they'd all go together. But Dex had a point. All of them leaving would only raise suspicions. There was nothing for the remaining Byrnes to do but sit tight and look stunned. Mission fucking accomplished.

Bonnie felt like she should cry. The four of them had never been separated like this. Losing her parents at a young age had been bad enough - she'd always stuck to her older brothers like glue. Now one of them was gone, with no idea when they could possibly all be together again. She felt like she should cry. She didn't, though. Even if she did know how to do that in front of her brothers (she didn't), now was not the time. Bonnie sighed and looked up, gaze flickering back and forth between her remaining brothers. "Now what?"

Who: Coralyn and Open
When: Morning
Where: The Park

( I'm saving my life... )

Who: Liam and Open to the Byrnes
When: Evening
Where: The Byrne Household

After realizing he had no friends in Scarlet Oak, or at least no one he could call on a whim and ask if they wanted to hang out. Liam decided to smoke a joint and lay around watching tv. Currently he was watching something he didn't quite understand on Discovery about whales. (He wasn't really paying attention.) His head was somewhere else, with Lizzy. The sound of her laughter seemed to resound in his head and soon he found himself laughing, out loud. By himself. In front of the TV. He could feel the lightness in his blood from the weed and he flicked it to Comedy Central, so he didn't look nearly as insane.

Who: Lizzy and Liam
Where: Her house to start and movies and dinner
What: Their first date
When: Seven pm

( This is it, and it fits, and it feels like this is good enough for me )

Who: Lizzy and Liam
When: Late afternoon, after Lizzy gets off work
Where: Lenore Bookstore and Cafe
What: Cutesauce

( I stood at a distance to feel who you are, hiding myself in your eyes. )

Who: Gabe and Liam
Where: The park
When: Late afternoon

After dropping off a number of job applications and confirming details on the house purchase, Gabe was ready for some time to relax. He knew it wouldn't be long till he had to work to pay the rent, so he might as well take advantage of his free time while he had the chance. Hopping on his bike, he rode down to the park, then spent the next hour or two shooting hoops with some of the guys from school. It was a nice day to lose track of time. Gabe's eyes scanned the park as he wandered away from the basketball court. A guy had been found dead here just a few days prior. It was such a crazy thought, all the murders and attacks happening, but then he could count himself among that number. His just hadn't been reported, and he'd lived to tell, or to keep it a secret, whichever he preferred.

It wasn't that Liam didn't love his siblings, he just couldn't stand being around them for too long. Usually he'd end up wanting to punch Ryan in the face, or that stupid little snake that had showed up, and Jack was almost as bad as Ryan. The town was small, but it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would; it was a curious little place that turned out to be pretty interesting. Vampire bar, hunter attacks, and even a death. It was still nothing compared to Detroit, but Liam was a little happy to have left that place behind. It was his home, but admittedly a bit of a crap hole. Driving aimlessly through the streets, Liam parked his car and investigated various stores, tried out a restaurant that he decided he liked and tried to remember where it was for future reference. Coming upon a park, he sat down on a bench and people watched for a bit, fully intending on lighting up a joint he had rolled before leaving his house. Things were always so much more interesting when he was high and, when people watching, he preferred to be completely stoned.

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Who: Bonnie and Endellion (NPC familiar), open to Byrnes!
Where: Byrne Manor von Shitstorm. Or, you know, that normal looking house on the hill.
When: Early afternoon

Bonnie was in no mood to go out and put up with the yucky weather. She did not like getting rained on, even the weak sprinkly rain. It was an annoyance, and an inconvenience. And now that Endy went with her wherever she went, the last thing she wanted was her cute little familiar smelling like wet dog.

"You think wet human smells so much better? You're wrong, little girl," the fennec fox piped in with. Bonnie grinned. The scene was probably comical. The early afternoon news break was showing the protesters at Camelot. Endellion was perched on the couch, and Bonnie was on the floor in front of her. Painting her nails.

No, not her own. Endellion's. Pink, no less. It was debatable what was worse - that Bonnie was actually doing this, or that Endy had actually asked her to. Oh well.

"I wish it weren't raining. I'd go set fire to some protesting signs and watch them all piss themselves. Self-righteous Protesters are all about fire and brimstone, but when you actually bring a little of that fire into things, they're always the first to puss out." Bonnie shook her head. Such a shame.