solstice rpg

Who: Torin and Sam
Where: Darkwater, then the next town up the coast!
When: evening

There were times when Torin's friends bored him, although he'd never, ever let that be known. A bunch of them had eaten at one of the cafes on the strip, spending ages sitting there so everyone that walked by their outdoor table would be able to see how totally fucking cool they were. It was amazing to him how sometimes he could pretend to be hanging on everybody's every word and mostly tune out; tonight he'd done so while Chrissy Delaney sat on his lap. The meal had seemed to last forever, and afterward everyone had wanted to go up to Java and update Facebook and Twitter from somebody's netbook about how totally fucking cool they were. Fun, right?

Torin's head wasn't in the game tonight, and he wasn't sure if it was because of his fight with his sister earlier or some other reason. He managed to extricate himself from Chrissy's clutches and made some excuse of some mysterious thing he had to do, then got into his convertible and drove in the opposite direction from where they were going. He wound up at the far end of the boardwalk section of the strip, parking the car at the curb as he tried to decide if he wanted to go walk around or find somewhere to just sit and listen to the water. Water was fine at a distance, was his firm belief. He pulled off his light blazer and tossed it into the back seat and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the sky-blue button up shirt he had on as he tried to decide.

( messy hair doesn't make you die )

Who: Sam and Anna Lauren
When: Late night
Where: The gas station on the island

Sam's shift was dragging on like every other night. The island station rarely got a lot of business after dark but for a few people here and there needing to fill up before making the commute to the mainland - or if they've just returned. He dealt more with smokers needing to stock up, drunk people looking to stay that way, or pregnant women in need of satisfying a sugary craving. When the station was empty, Sam generally spent the evenings stocking inventory, or reading through magazines behind the counter, depending on if his manager was around.

Tonight was no different. The station was empty, the coffee was fresh and the three boxes left for him to unpack were empty and broken down in the trash. He was leaning against the counter, reading Maxim and letting his mind wander to what Solana would look like in some of the get-ups these actresses and models wore.

( Rubber bands suck. I'm all for twine. The more, the better. )

Who: Corwin and Cordelia
Where: Out and about
When: Midday or thereabouts

Corwin pulled up to Cordelia's house and hopped out of the van. Davey, who had insisted on coming along, hopped out and trotted after him. It would be interesting with Davey and a new cat in the car, but... well, Corwin would deal with it somehow. He headed up to her door and knocked lightly, bouncing a bit on his heels-- which only had the effect of making him look taller, and sillier-- while he waited. It'd been a long time since he'd gotten to help someone adopt a pet. It was, he had to admit, one of his favorite things, second probably only to a successful spell or adopting a pet, himself.

( What is that, an over-sized yorkie? )

Who: Jesse and Tayne
Where: in dreams
When: just before midnight

Jesse had just wandered out of a dream in which he'd helped a teenage boy rescue armadillos from a pit filled with jagged metal, and it was probably fortunate that he didn't seem to sustain harm in the dreamworld. The animals had been feisty, prone to scratching and biting. He'd left the teenager in a field with a stream of vividly green water running through the middle of it, waving farewell and walking until he hit a patch of fog. He'd found that it was a common experience for him to blunder around between one dream and the next, unable to see where he was going until he emerged somewhere else. It had ceased to make him uneasy by now, and he calmly put one foot in front of the other.

Suddenly there was a tree directly in front of him, appearing out of the world of white, and he put a hand on it as he maneuvered around it. A path became visible underfoot, a path that led upward into mountainous terrain. Jesse didn't mind climbing. The fog cleared as he made his way upward, and although he'd only been walking for about five minutes, it seemed as if he was up very high. The altitude made his ears pop, and he swallowed as he glanced around. There was nothing but trees and air-- chilly air-- and a stone house that looked almost medieval. From the chimney wafted smoke that smelled of wood and something almost spicy. Pine cones? He walked up to the door and stood gazing at it; there was a three-dimensional carving in the tall wooden doorframe. An eagle, proud wings outstretched, haughty profile tilted upward.

( a dilemma )

Who: Anna Lauren and Ava
When: Afternoon
Where: out and about

With her new job starting Monday, Ava seemed to be spending as much time out and about as she could. She knew she wasn't working full time or anything, but it was going to feel that way with the way her commute worked out. Riding the ferry twice a day (and hoping she didn't miss it) was going to be a pain in the ass. But, well, money was money and it was her only option at the moment. She was walking along the shops after grabbing a bite to eat, looking for something to get Cian. It wasn't his birthday, or anything special, but she had the desire to find him a gift that might cheer him up from all the crap lately. Losing his car, dealing with his dad... he was stressed, even if he didn't outwardly show it to her all the time. So Ava was hoping something would jump out at her that screamed buy this for Cian!. Okay, sure, she knew she could just give him a blow job or something, but considering she'd never done anything like that before, it would probably bum him out more than cheer him up.

Glancing through the bookstore, Ava knew deep down he probably wouldn't want any reading material, but you never knew when you'd come across a funny gag gift, or something perfect, and she wasn't taking any chances by bypassing the store.

( Apparently I have horrible taste in guys. Maybe I can learn some lessons from you. )

Who: Jane, Leroy, and Mark
Where: Grocery store parking lot, Darkwater
When: Early evening

Well, it was a job. It was a shitty job, but it was a job. Jane headed out of the grocery store, untying the apron from behind her and scowling. It would pay the rent. Maybe. If she lasted that long. Hopefully she at least lasted long enough to pay one month's worth.

The little monster was waiting at home-- she still hadn't come up with a name for it-- because she knew that bringing it to work would have gotten her fired and possibly even arrested, and the little monster smashed with a broom or something. Thank god it was only part-time, right now, so she wasn't gone very long.... Jane crumpled up her apron and headed for the car, still looking less than pleased.

( A beatin's not what I want from you, honey. )

Who: Christian and Gwen
Where: Out and about!
When: Late morning

It had taken a little while to get out of Darkwater and to somewhere with a pet store-- a pet store, anyhow, that Christian had vetted and would actually take animals from. He had a small list within an hour's drive from Darkwater. Each store-- or shelter, or rescue operation-- on the list had cats, dogs, mice, hamsters, guinea pigs, and even ferrets, or at least the facilities for one. He'd checked. The trip itself had been a little less fun than it could have been, as Christian was excited about having company at home again, still upset about the vision the day before, jumpy (as usual), and didn't really want to talk about it, but it could have been worse.

"It's there," he told Gwen as they approached the first stop, pointing, his journal open in his lap. "There, next to the electronics shop."

( ... or two! )

Who: Sam and Shoel
Where: Shoel's house
When: Noon


He still hadn't told his friends about the bodies, about Torin. It was all just a little too surreal and so the facts on who found the bodies was still a mystery to most. If they'd had school it might have been different, rumors had an uncanny way of spreading through high school, hell, maybe they already had. Someone had seen them at the police station or had a psychic epiphany. Sam didn't particularly care, but he hadn't talked about it to his friends. Hell, he'd been kind of withdrawn and weird all week since it happened, going through the motions, seeing more of Torin Spencer than anyone else in his age group which was just -weird-.

He was up early, or more accurately late, on Saturday morning, yet again sleeping at some ridiculous hours only to be awake at ten in the morning with nothing to do; some people might think this was a healthy time to be awake but considering the way his hours went in circle it was weird. He took his bike out after breakfast and tried to get something done with his camera. It didn't go very well, like his creativity had been zapped out of him and by noon he ended up at Shoel's house. Maybe she'd invite him in for lunch.

( So what kind of snacks do you want? Very unhealthy, mildly unhealthy, or generally okay? )

Who: Taryn and Trevor
Where: Trevor's room, then the beach
When: Early evening

After cooling down from her tiff with Torin, Taryn finally decided to emerge from her bedroom. She'd spent the last couple of hours texting her friends and checking out Facebook, but eventually boredom began to trickle in and she'd grown restless from her self imposed exile. Torin didn't seem to be around when she stepped out into the hall, which was just fine by her. Just thinking about him had Taryn lifting her chin stubbornly, prepared to lash out should he come into her line of sight. The jerk.

It was a Saturday night and there was no way she was staying home when she could go out with her friends, but since it was still early in the evening, she decided to find Trevor and bug him for a bit instead. At least Trevor rarely got on her nerves, or called her a bitch. Taryn padded down the hallway in her bare feet and even though Trevor's door was shut, she didn't bother knocking. She opened the door and peeked her head in, immediately spotting him at his desk, bent over that stupid laptop. "Hey, I'm coming in."

( If you're unwilling to fight for what you want, then I can't help you. )

Who: Taryn and Torin
When: Afternoon
Where: Home, by the pool

After a morning of shopping with some friends, Taryn hurried home, eager to see if her brother was back yet, and to find out just what he'd been up to Thursday night that deemed him incapable of actually coming home. Taryn had been too busy Friday to find him and talk to him properly, so today was the first time since he texted her that she had nothing else planned for awhile - which meant it was definitely time to nag her brother. She was pleased to see his car in the driveway, and after dumping her things off in her bedroom, Taryn made her way through the house in search of Torin. For a moment, she thought maybe he was hiding from her, but after a quick glance outside, she spotted Torin by the pool, lounging in the sun with his sunglasses on.

Smiling, Taryn stepped outside and made her way over to where her brother was relaxing. "Okay," she began, "spill. Where were you Thursday night?"

( He was Torin Spencer. He didn't have to explain himself. )