Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Melody and open!
When: Midday
Where: Streets of SO, near the high school scene

When Melody had woken up on Monday morning and heard about what was going on at SOHS, she'd had two immediate thoughts. The first was that this was probably only going to encourage her parents' argument in favor of private schools; the second was that she wanted to go down and help. She hadn't really been sure how, she'd just shown up, and run into a group of friends. One of which had gently pulled her aside and pointed out that maybe, just maybe, a crowd full of scared, traumatized family members wasn't the world's greatest place for a psychic amplifier. Just in case. Melody had conceded to this fact and retreated, but she never went far. Rather than abandon the idea altogether, she'd gone back home, grabbed a guitar case, and gone out again. That time she planted herself further down the street, in an area a lot of people had to cross to get to the school, put up a sign explaining her intentions, and started to busk. At the end of the day she used every last dime thrown into her guitar case to buy food or coffee or blankets or whatever it was that seemed to be in demand by the family members who refused to leave the school. She'd come back and done the same every day.

The music was always light. Nothing deep, nothing heavy, no depressing lyrical content. At the same time, nothing so flippantly cheerful or optimistic to be seen as insensitive. Sometimes people stopped and listened, sometimes people had requests. If people made requests, she filled them. That lead her into a rendition of American Pie, and the man who had asked her for it smiled and stayed a few verses. Then he threw a dollar in her guitar case and moved on.

It wasn't a bad way to spend the days.

Who: Lorenzo and Melody
When: Midday
Where: Hathaway mansion

When Melody's parents had cut her off financially, there was one thing they hadn't taken into account. Their servants? Fucking loved her. After Melody's accident, a lot of her family had found her annoying. When she was stuck on the bottom level of the house, rolling around in her wheelchair with her guitar, the servants had taken pity on this friendly new person who had taken over the body of one of the monsters. Melody had made friends. She'd even apologized for all those years she'd called the cook a fat, wretched hag and made fun of the maid's mustache. When Melody realized she was going to have to move out, the cook had taught her the basics of how not to starve to death. The maid had showed her how to, you know, make a bed. Now Melody didn't live there anymore, but she still remembered their birthdays and sent them Christmas cards - and usually got one in return. She bought candybars for the maid's son's school fundraiser. She was beloved. So when Melody had a tight month financially, her parents servants would quietly make sure she didn't go without. When both mommy and daddy were out of the house, she'd gotten a call from the maid and was told it was all clear. Happily, Melody had hopped in her car and headed over to her parents house, with the intention of nicking things like laundry detergent and toilet paper. It was a pretty good deal. She'd been doing it for years, and they'd never caught on. Melody wasn't even sure if her siblings were aware that she did it - not that she thought they'd care either way.

So naturally, as Melody went about raiding her parents house, she wasn't really trying to hide what she was doing. She whistled to herself as she filled a grocery bag with her goods, and there was certainly a skip in her step as she headed towards the kitchen to raid the fridge before she left. And when she rounded the corner and saw the step-nephew she hadn't seen in years? She screamed. And then pounced on him with a hug. "Oh my God!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him. "I haven't seen you since the wedding! Gwyneth didn't tell me you were here!"

Who: Rigby and Melody
Where: Melody’s studio
When: Afternoon


( I'll wait for you there, alone. )

Who: Kendal and Melody
When: Morning
Where: Hathaway house

( First stop: Kendal's room. She wondered if she still had porn on the walls. )

For Melody and Aldwin :)

Who: Melody (and her NPC mother and NPC sister’s familiar >_>
When: Early evening
Where: the Hathaway mansion

In the beginning, when Melody had first been cut off, her parents had changed the code to the gate and taken away her house key. The privilege of a house key was something that had only recently been returned to her, in case of ‘an emergency’. She still had to buzz at the gate like anybody else though, which gave the maid more than enough time to meet her at the door. This was not favorable when you were trying to smuggle a swan into your parents’ home. In the end, Melody had said ‘fuck it’, and simply tucked Ginevra under her arm. She had warned the familiar not to say a word. She didn’t. The maid didn’t say a word about said familiar. She was too busy trying to take Melody’s suitcase away.

“Really, I can take care of myself. No worries!” She was largely ignored. The maid hurried up the grand staircase with the suitcase, leaving Melody in the foyer with a swan under her arm. She shrugged and headed to the steps, just to look up and see her mother looking down at her. Katharine Hathaway looked immaculate, as always. Her grey-blonde hair was swept up in an elegant bun, and she wore a perfectly fitted red silk pantsuit. The buttons appeared to be real pearls. This was very casual for her mother.

“Melody…” Katharine spoke slowly, more of an acknowledgement than it was a greeting. She slowly descended the steps, looking somewhat puzzled.

“Hey, Mom. How’s it going?” Melody replied easily. As if she wasn’t standing in the foyer with a guitar on her back, a bird under her arm, and mud on her shoes.

Katharine finally paused on the landing. “You have… a bird, with you.”

Ah, shit. She noticed. Melody looked down at Ginevra, and then back up at her mother. “She is my spirit animal,” she announced, her face perfectly straight. Her tone, perfectly serious. Like this was completely normal. “It calms me to have her near.”

Katharine shifted uneasily, and had her uncomfortable look that always reminded Melody of a commercial for constipation. “Well… of course, dear. And she’s… just… lovely.”

Melody nodded, solemn as could be. “I know.”

Katharine shifted again. “Well… good. Then. I’ll… let you settle in.” Melody’s mother couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. Melody grinned in her absence, and happily took to the stairs. That went well!

“Guess what, Ginny. To my family, I am Michael Jackson in his crazy years. And you? Are my Bubbles.” Melody left the swan no time to reply. She was too busy moonwalking and shamone-ing all the way to her old bedroom.

Who: Melody
When: Late morning
Where: her house

What is this I’m feeling?

Melody had been having a lazy morning. With no appointments until the evening, she moved at a leisurely pace through the house. From bed to the shower, from the bathroom to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and from the kitchen to the porch to get the paper. She’d taken both coffee and paper around to the back porch, where she liked to sit and listen to the water. The lake was tiny by Michigan standards, but she’d always found the location peaceful. Relaxing. Soothing, though Melody was rarely ever rattled enough to need soothing. She’d fought hard for her little home on the lake. It was the first thing that had ever felt like it truly belonged to her. Her favorite place in the whole world.

After casually skimming through the paper, her peaceful sanctuary suffered a breach. The article hadn’t warranted a place on the front page, but it stood out to Melody as if written in blood.

Consequences Feared in Case of Missing Bitten Were

( Do you break me open just to see if I'll still bleed? )

For Gwyneth and Melody and Ginevra (NPC).

Who: Zeke and Melody
When: Afternoon
Where: Phoneland

Melody had been holding on to the number of Brodie's elemental friend for a few days, sadly not finding a free minute to actually call the dude that was probably wondering what the hell a random girl wanted his number for. With her sister in the news (and more importantly, the hospital) and the drama that followed, Melody's brain had just been a little dominated. Finally today she found the time between sessions, and she reclined in her chair at the soundboard as she dialed the number. Hopefully, this would go well. She trusted Brodie's judgment. People who could quote The Room back and forth with you for an hour were generally excellent judges of character.

( Read more... )

Who: Eric and Melody
Where: St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Church
What: NO BLOODSUCKING, THAT'S FOR SURE.

( For your penance, have another Hathaway. And this time DON'T bite her. )

Who: Melody and various NPCs
When: March 1, 2005
Where: On the road

Melody never even knew where they were going.

Aside from class, she hadn’t had much of a social life lately. The long period between winter and spring breaks were getting to her. She hated every class, every teacher, every lecture. Not a single subject appealed to her. She never retained any information; she’d long since paid off eager and broke students to write her papers for her. When friends of her parents asked what she was studying – hell, what her major even was – Melody had to pause and think about it. Did it really matter anyway? Everyone knew she wouldn’t do anything with it.

She’d always struggled with depression, but it had been worse since starting college. Depression wasn’t the word for it anymore. She just didn’t care. Depression had finally faded into numbness, and she was okay with that. She popped pills to numb everything – a pill for every thought, every emotion – and went through the required motions. She went out with friends on the weekends – that was what one did, after all – and by the end of every night she was blackout drunk, waking up the next morning in the corner of someone’s living room not knowing what had happened.

And not caring.

( Blink. )

Who: Melody and Gwyneth
Where: Melody's house
When: mid-afternoon

( And all I've got is your hand )

Who: Rigby and Melody
Where: Open mic night!
When: Evening



( Jimmy at the bar was hoping to get laid tonight and Sally just missed her ex, damn it and no one really wanted to know what the hell was going on in Bill's mind, but Rigby did. )

Who: Sadie, Seeley and Melody
When: Early afternoon
Where: Melody's house


( Hunters I could handle. I never bargained for demons. )

Who: Melody & Sadie
Where: Sunny's Diner
When: Evening

Sadie dragged her feet into the diner, the euphoria from her stop at the bakery and her time in the sun having begun its fading, leaving behind the road weary girl she was. Yet no email from Seeley telling her he was coming, and she was faced yet again with the lack luster choices of where to sleep. She could go back into Ann Arbor and hit up a shelter, or she could go wolf and rough it out... neither option held much interest, years of going between both choices killing the 'on the run' glamor.

She walked on up to the counter and claimed one of the stools as her own. After being handed the menu and asking for a water, Sadie settled down. So, long bike ride and shelter, or rough it as wolf? Sadie frowned into the menu, wishing she had a non-smelly or insect ridden bed to sleep in. Really, she almost forgot what it was like to sleep in a real bed.

Damn Riley's father, if only the blasted man had kept away, keeping his work away from the home. If he had only just stayed... gone! Then she'd be back home, living happily with her parents, Bastian, Seeley and... Riley. They'd likely still be together, planning on going for the long haul. Seeley and Riley would still be friends, no killing glares being shared, no fear of him pulling out a gun and shooting Seeley and herself in the back... no more pain.

Really, life was nothing but a major pain in the ass.

( Enter the happy. )

Who: Alanna and Melody
When: Shortly after five PM
Where: Phoneland, for starts

This was sure turning out to be an interesting week. Over the past two days, in between the few sessions she had booked, Melody had been mostly glued to the TV and watching the demon coverage on the news. She wasn't really scared yet, though she knew she needed to be. Her brain just wasn't kicking into the right gear. When her mother called and awkwardly requested Melody stay at their house for the weekend - for safety, of course; safety in numbers, and all that - she'd done a lot of blinking at the idea. But hey, what the hell. It probably wouldn't last longer than a night, but she didn't have any studio time booked tomorrow. She'd give it a whirl.

After turning things off in the basement and saying goodbye to the band she'd been recording, she grabbed a bag from the closet and headed to her room to pack a few things. Not like it wasn't just a short drive away if she needed anything, but she decided to make the effort anyway. But while she was doing that, she wanted to check in with her friends. Grabbing her cell as she headed to her closet, she started with Alanna, humming to herself as she waited for her friend to answer.