Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Max and Russel
Where: SOHS lunchroom
When: Lunchtime

( He was not above stealing off his brother's plate. )

Who: Nicci and any Normandins!
When: Shortly after 6:06
Where: The school

Someone had come into Nicci's tent and told her that the barrier had gone down. That was all Nicci knew, that was all that she needed to know. She was wide awake and running, running, running - toward the school. She had to get inside, had to see if they were okay. Suddenly, an arm slammed out into her chest, damn near knocking the wind out of her. Lucky shot. Lucky human shot. If she'd been ready for it she could have dodged it easier than walking around a turtle in the street.

"No one enters," some asshole in a uniform commanded. Nicci pulled herself up off of the ground and glared at him. She'd been brought up to respect a person in police uniform, but this guy wasn't the police and he wasn't local - that meant she didn't give half a fuck as to what he thought or said.

"My brothers are in there, you piece of shit," Nicci snarled. "You cannot keep me out."

The uniform assumed a defensive position. "I can, and I will. Those are our orders."

Nicci eyed him. She would have asked 'you and what army,' but she was pretty sure the answer would have been 'the US army.' Oh, fuck it. What was a little treason between family? Nicci moved forward, he grabbed her arm. She took half a second to think about what she wanted to do, and then she saw the front doors of the school open. That was it. Nicci grabbed his arm, flipped him over her shoulder, and ran like hell. She'd find her brothers, and no one was going to tell her she couldn't.

Who: Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max, Charlotte
When: LOLCUTE
Where: Nowhere good

Something had been thrown at the back of Charlotte's head as they'd entered the last saferoom. She remembered feeling dazed and staggering across the threshold, and someone slamming the door behind her. She'd then stumbled over to something and collapsed without ceremony. She needed a few minutes, just a few minutes, to remember how to breathe and to convince the contents of her stomach they were going to stay in her stomach. When she next opened her eyes, the light in the room was different.

I'm in a... Charlotte blinked as she took in her surroundings, realizing that she had collapsed on a pew and was staring at the gold-plated prayer to St. Dymphna. She was still clutching both the map and one of their retrieved items to her chest. Gingerly, she sat up, and once she was absolutely certain she wasn't going to vomit, she checked the time. They had a half hour of sanctuary left. She looked around the room guiltily, hating herself for falling asleep or passing out or whatever it was that she had done. God knew her injuries weren't the worst. "Guys," she murmured, feeling incapable of using anything more than a soft tone in this place, "It's time to start figuring out a game plan."

Who: Charlotte, Helena, Lily, Rico, Niamh, Max
When: Who the hell knows
Where: St. Dymphna's Home for the Holy Shit We're Screwed
What: Ghosts and fuckery


Lily woke slowly, much like she did most mornings because whoever thought making school start so damn early in the morning was a monster who didn't take the needs of growing students into account. What was weirder, however, was that she was in a position to wake up at ALL, given that she didn't remember leaving the dance or going to sleep. The last thing she could remember was bouncing around gleefully because her best friend had won Homecoming Queen and her date had won King. She'd given Charlie a push to go accept her crown because she'd looked like she was about to bolt. Then they'd had their dance - to a kind of shitty song, but oh well - and after that... nothing.

Opening her eyes, Lily had a brief moment to stare in confusion before she was bolting upright, adrenaline slamming into her like a freight train. Because the room she was currently in looked way too much like the stone basement where she'd spent time as a kidnapped, unwilling blood donor, and it was freaking her the fuck out. She frantically checked both arms for needle marks and, finding none, was able to calm down enough to realize she wasn't being restrained nor was it actually a dungeon - it looked more like a bunker designed to keep things out than a dungeon meant to keep her in.

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Lily didn't spend much time looking around - nor did she pay attention to the soft murmur of voices in the background. First order of business was waking the people she could see sprawled around her. Distressingly familiar faces. "Oh, shit," she said, going immediately to the closest and most familiar form. "Guys, wake up." Kneeling, she reached down to lightly shake her best friend. "Charlie? Can you hear me? Wake up!"

WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: The Landers home -> Homecoming
WHEN: Evening of Homecoming, Pre-chaos

If he were the kind to admit things, Max would admit that he was just a little nervous. Niamh had continued to be fairly reticent when it came to tonight, which was the root of Max's anxiety. If the evening didn't go right, he was going to throw a ridiculous fit. Internally, of course. There was no other kind to have. He'd seen the dress; he'd helped as much as she'd let him with the dress, but he hadn't seen the whole outfit. He didn't want to micromanage...oh, hell. He'd wanted to micromanage, but he'd also wanted her to offer so he could say yes. Not push himself on her. Max resisted the urge to chew on his thumbnail. Sighing to let out a breath, he did a yoga release just as they rolled up. He'd rented a limo, not a ridiculous stretch one that Russ had rolled out all his jock friends in, but a tasteful black number that gave his smaller group just enough seating. Was it ridiculous for twins to have rented two different cars for Homecoming? Perhaps in another family, but certainly not the Normandins. Max wouldn't be surprised if Russell actually rented two for his friends.

( Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known. )

Who: Max and Juliette
When: Lunchtime
Where: Cafeteria
What: High school stuff

( New girl blues )

WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: Landers home
WHEN: Early afternoon

The decision had taken some time to make. Naturally, his first instinct was to pick one of the members nominated for court. Angeline, of course, was at the forefront - good born were family (not wolf, but he wasn't getting married to her so it didn't matter as much) and a wonderfully political family - but there was the little Locke issue. Max still didn't trust the boy as far as he could throw him...which probably wasn't very far because the boy was big and tall. Not that Max had any foundation for his jealousy other than the fact that Angeline had said something about it. Nevertheless, they had both been nominated for king and queen and the opportunity to be get up there together and together could not be passed up. And Max couldn't stand in the middle of that. He respected the idea of high school royalty. His own brother would probably win the crown next year. If they all happened to survive until next year, that was. Considering all the bombings and the vampires and the insanity with the flowers and parks and poisoned berries, survival was still a crapshoot. Though he imagined Mason would be incredibly miffed if any of the family's lives were ended by fruit. The thought almost made it worth it. Almost, but not really.

( For a night, at least. )

Who: Max and OPEN TO EVERYONE FROM SOHS!
When: During the pep rally
Where: At the pep rally
What: Pepping, rallying

It was like he'd never even been gone. Well, actually, that wasn't completely true. As much as Max would've liked to say that Scarlet Oak had stayed the same, boring wasteland (as Angeline would have called it), he'd heard something was going on at the park. He'd not gone to inspect himself (really being above all that petty curiosity nonsense) but he'd heard about it from all sides that day. He was a little behind on classes even though he'd gone ahead and turned in the homework someone else had done for him that day. No matter. He'd be caught up by next weekend. It meant very little socializing for his first week back but Max had had his fill of a fabulous social life for a while. It would be - not nice but - all right to get back to working hard and staying up late to do homework. Of course, he'd have to take a break to see Nicci and her friend but that was a necessity. He smiled at everyone as he passed them by in their seats, even deigning to wave to a few of them.

Spotting Russell and his posse, Max moved towards them. He sat close enough to exchange glances with Russ when their names were announced for court but not so close that people could congratulate them at the same time like they were one person. This morning, Max had had a rather posh back-to-school outfit picked out. Once he stepped outside, however, comfort won over fashion for once and he'd ditched the custom-made jacket, leaving him in a light blue shirt that complimented his eyes. He could still feel the humidity in his skin and while it was great for the pores, sweat stains were one of a fashionista's biggest enemies. He smiled when he saw a few familiar faces looking for seats and gestured them over. "Ugh, what is this weather, Michigan? I should've stayed away and waited for this heat wave to exhaust itself before coming back."

Who: Mason and Maxwell.
Where: The Normandin house.
When: Afternoon.

( Mason did care what others thought, and he would not have his own family looking down their noses at him. Figuratively speaking, of course. Being the tallest member of the family, it was hard for the others to do that literally. )