Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Livia, Seer, and whoever else happens to be around to witness a rainbow puking vampire.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Heme

Today Heme was looking precisely the way the average person probably expected a vampire bar to look while the sun was still up: dead. Oh sure, a few people of various stages of life and death with nothing better to do were around, but for the majority of her shift Saoirse had simply been leaning against the bar and watching the constant news coverage. She didn't know a single person on the inside, but she still disliked the entire situation - and disliked standing around doing nothing to help out just as much. Seriously, what was the point of being a vampire when all your super strength and powers were for crap? In the bottom of the screen they kept flashing that request for any locals with a mastered magic ability to offer their services, but Seer hadn't dwelt on it much. The words had just started scrolling at the bottom of the screen again when something... clicked. She tilted her head to the side, and wondered if maybe her powers weren't a total waste. Had anyone tried projecting inside that thing? Seer knew there was something of a difference between the way a human could astral project and the way an Azrael vamp could, but she didn't know a lot about the power beyond how it affected her house.

As it happened, Seer was actually not terrible at that particular ability, even if it was one she didn't have cause to use often. Without thinking much about it - perhaps because she never in a million years expected it to actually work - Saoirse began acting on the impulse immediately. She planted her feet apart and leaned her entire body against the counter, and intentionally relaxed every part of her body. She closed her eyes and focused hard on leaving her body behind. And just like that, she was gone. Her body, no more than an empty husk. She began soaring in the general direction of the school, focusing hard on her destination. She began to sense more than see it looming ahead of her, and then she was at the barrier. For about three seconds, it felt as if her spirit was actually moving past it. And then it was as if the hand of God bitch-slapped her, not out of the general area, not just back into her body, not just across town, but right off the face of the entire damn planet.

It didn't do the sensation justice to call it a 'jolt.' Saoirse was thrown back into her body with such a massive force that it threw her not just off her feet, but against and through the back shelf. She hit the wall with such speed that the very foundation of the building seemed to rattle. Liquor bottles exploded, shards of glass pierced her flesh, but that was nothing compared to the pain of that... that force. Saoirse was sprawled in a heap on the ground, but the world was spinning around her. The worst part was the way that everything seemed to have been knocked out of her. She had no need to breathe, so wasn't it impossible to have the wind knocked out of her? The sensation was similar and entirely foreign all at the same time. It felt as if whatever power it was that kept her body moving after death had been driven out of her. Screw breath, if Saoirse had opened her eyes then and there to discover that both airbags were hanging out of her mouth by her damned windpipe, she wouldn't have been at all surprised. In her entire life as a vampire -- no, in her entire existence on this earth, she had never known any pain like this before.

Somewhere, in the very back of her mind where thought was still possible, it occurred to her that shit like this was exactly why Grayson and Navi and every other vampire she knew that actually had their shit together was always on her case for thinking before diving headfirst into any given situation. Well, fuck.

Who: Seer and open!
When: Midday
Where: the park of mystery and dayglo flowers

Saoirse Shaddock was in danger of becoming an optimist.

This really wasn't such a strange thing. In her human life, she'd been frequently optimistic. Not so much after death, but with the way things were going? It was possible she was rethinking her situation. Oh yes, there had been dark days - recently, even. And yet things in her life seemed determined to turn around. She was back in school, and despite still getting a lot of whispers as 'that vampire,' she felt good about it. She was growing to really love her job - and the people of various states of humanity she worked with. Her boss was a particular bright spot. And now? Now the park was taken over with a dash of Dr. Seuss, and there was no way Seer could tear herself away. Oh sure, she'd had to work, but between her shifts she kept coming straight back. The weather of the previous days had not stopped her. As a human, the heat would have driven her into life as a hermit. Another bright side to this whole 'being dead' thing.

Oh sure, there was also rain and fog to deal with, but she'd always been the sort of person who liked rain and fog anyway. She set herself up on top of a picnic table with an oversized umbrella. Problem solved. While she didn't mind getting wet herself, she'd rather keep her sketchbook dry. She would have loved to bring a canvas down here and paint her surroundings, but it was too much to lug around - especially in this weather. She sat indian-style on the center of the table, smiling to herself as she sketched. This was some straight up Alice in Wonderland shit. Yes, please!

Who: Saoirse and Verina
Where: Heme
When: Evening

( Admit to ourselves that everyone's at it. )

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Late night/early morning, take your pick
Where: Gray’s apartment


( I'm standing here with nothing left to prove. )

Who: Kai and Saoirse
Where: Heme
When: Late evening
Note: Incomplete

( I never take it easy. )

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Mid-evening
Where: Heme

( Read more... )

Who: Saoirse, Nic, and a bit of Zania
When: Early evening
Where: Wrecker Road/Heme

( LOUD NOISES )

Who: Whisper + ...all the vampires who want to show up
Where: Charlton residence (second floor)
When: Evening

( So put it on and keep your mouth shut, thanks. )

Who: Gray and Seer
When: Late night or early morning (depending on one's perspective)
Where: Heme for starts


( After all, when was the last time he'd just seen her outside of the chaos that was Heme on any given night? )

Who: Rose and Seer
When: Early evening
Where: Heme

Saoirse Shaddock was in a foul mood. She had found that today, for the first time since starting at Heme, she didn't want to go to work. She didn't want to face a ton of vampires, any one of which could be the fucking retard making them all look bad. She was in a mood to take no shit, and her attire for the day perhaps reflected this.

But she went. She sucked it up, and played good little vampire bartender. She smiled and made smalltalk when required. And yet all she really wanted to do was put a great big sign on the door that read "Dear vampires of Scarlet Oak: STOP BEING FUCKING RETARDED." Sadly, she did not think Grayson would approve. The thought of asking his permission was amusing, however. Enough to bring a slight smile and those damned tingles back. And in the next instant, she scowled and huffed, looking back down at the newspaper she'd spread out over the bartop. You listen up, self. I will have none of these shenanigans tonight. Not now, not ever.

For something with Laurent... possibly something with Seer and the world of dreams.

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Nighttime
Where: Hittin the town!



( Saoirse had been glad to hear from Gray, and happier yet to have that raincheck cashed in. )

Who: Kai and Seer (ZOMG FINALLY DUN DUN DUN)
When: Evening
Where: U of M

( My baby, she's uptight. Her face is frozen in daylight. My darlin', she's a drifter. Nothing out there seems to fit her. )

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Nighttime
Where: Heme



( Then she remembered her track record with this place. All the humans that kept showing up and making a scene. Probably not the smartest thing for her to say. )

Who: Neil and Saoirse
When: Evening
Where: Heme

( Lots of language this way. )

Who: Graham, Saoirse, and Kismet (NPC)
Where: Heme (OH SHIT, IN PERSON THIS TIME, GAIZ)
When: Late evening

Graham was fully aware of the fact that there were demons running around. Hell, Kismet would not shut up about it the entire day. All she did was flutter about in his face bitching and moaning about how, you know, he could die tonight. Dear god, forget dying via your blood getting sucked out. Some nasty faced mofo is going to mess you up before you can even GET to Jezebelle's place! Why don't you even go there now? Where are you driving to? This is NOT the way to her house! Are you-

"Holy fuck, I'm going to die from an aneurism thanks to you before a demon gets to me." He did his best to ignore the moth and kept driving. There were several things he wanted to do that night before heading off to Jezebelle's place. If he was to go through with this whole turning thing, then he wanted to have a couple drinks before he did so. Sadly for him, there was only one bar in the area that was deemed a safe haven from demons - Heme. This would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact that his lovely ex-girlfriend who fucking MIND RAPED him last week worked there. Maybe she had the night off. That would be perfect if that was the case. Though at the same time he wanted to see her. He wanted to lay everything out on the table once and for all, especially after the dream he had with her in it.

Rolling on up to the bar, he briskly made his way inside, finding himself not overwhelmed with the typical blaring music, but instead with a gentle harp. Raising a brow, he made his way to the bar, ordering himself his typical dry martini, and even had the balls to ask the bartender if Saoirse was on tonight. "Eyes to the stage, man," was all the bartender said with a grin. Blinking for a second, he finally turned his head to eye the stage, and his jaw just dropped. It was her. And holy crap, her hair was red again. Just like when they first met. Hearing Saoirse play again was amazing. Beyond that even. Hell, there were no words to describe how wonderful it was to indulge in her music. Too bad that wouldn't last forever. With their track record, Graham was expecting to leave the bar with a black eye at bare minimum.

( I love you girl but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have. )

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
Where: Saoirse's house
When: Around three in the afternoon

When Grayson said he always had time for Saoirse, he wasn't kidding. Not even for the fact that Azraelan vampires didn't sleep, which naturally added more time to anyone's life, but he'd meant what he said about always being there for her. Grayson considered Saoirse to be a close friend, regardless of the fact that they'd been sired into the same house, and he'd been worked about her since picking her up a few days prior. Grayson could keep his curiosity at bay for a while, but he did want answers eventually.

Talking with Liliya the day before about what happened to Amanda Blake didn't make him feel any better. Though he doubted Saoirse's troubles were in some way related to the attack, he didn't know that for a fact. The last thing he wanted to see was a friend hurt again, by another vampire, or by a hunter, or anyone.

For now, though, Grayson decided to keep those thoughts to himself as he pulled up to the home Saoirse lived in. Since he wasn't going to Heme for the night just yet, he was dressed more casually than most usually saw him - nice dark jeans and a simple black button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He took off his sunglasses as he went inside, unwilling to spend more time in the sun than he had to, at the moment; he forgot to have a bit of fae blood before leaving his condo. Giving an easy smile to the first vampire he encountered as he started to head up the stairs to Saoirse's attic room, he said, "Nothing to worry about, I'm just stopping by to see Seer." And that was all anyone really needed to know about why he was there.

( Cue the warm fuzzies. Eventually. )

Who: Neil and Seer
When: 1:00am
Where: Seer’s House
What: Fire elemental rage and bed ridden vampires. Oh my!

( I turn my back for five minutes and someone’s skewered you with a goddamn fire poker! )

Who: Yelena and Saoirse
When: Afternoon
Where: House of Azrael group house, kitchen

Saoirse. Was. Miserable.

Her wounds still weren't fully closed - really, only fifty percent of the way. She'd bandaged them up, but she was still leaking blood, and the bandages constantly needed changing. To make up for the constant blood loss, she was feeding a lot more - and going through at least ten times the amount of blood she would have normally. On top of everything else, she looked like hell. The iron in her system was causing all sorts of side effects, and one of them was quite clearly visible. The veins close to her heart had turned black and grey; in some cases they were bold and ugly, standing out against her skin, even all the way up her neck and down her arms. She hid the worst of it with a baggy sweatshirt, but today, Saoirse genuinely looked dead.

Working was out of the question, and she had skipped her classes for the day. She did her best to distract herself from the pain, but all she wanted to do was the one thing she was incapable of - sleep. With a groan, she realized that she had no more blood in her room (the attic), and Navi - who had so helpfully been waiting on her all day - would have already left for work. Saoirse was on her own. She managed to drag herself to her feet and down the stairs, into the kitchen and then the fridge. She emptied three blood bags into a giant mug, popped it in the microwave, then sipped on a cold bag while she waited. This. Sucked.

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Late afternoon/early evening (immediately after the Seer/Jez scene)
Where: Eventually, Saoirse's house


( Grayson knew Saoirse still struggled with what she'd become, what they were, but in the moment, it didn't look like it. )