solstice rpg

Who: Sam and Anna Lauren
When: Afternoon
Where: a sidewalk cafe

With the rain cooling things off the day before, Sam decided to take advantage of the nicer weather to drag himself out of the house. He didn't have to work that evening, so he had all day to do... absolutely nothing. Since it felt like it had only reached the sixties, he pulled on a faded, worn track jacket over his t-shirt and without much thought, pulled on the jeans he'd worn the day before. His idea of combing his hair was running his fingers through it a few times, because honestly he had no one really to impress, did he?

He walked today, deciding not to waste the gas in his car when he had no real destination in mind. He knew there would be a bunch of stuff going on over on the mainland, since it was coming up on the Fourth of July, but Sam was still unsure about whether or not he'd take the ferry over to check it out. If the weather stayed decent, maybe.

( is what I aim for )

Who: Sam and Anna Lauren
Where: the beach
When: mid-afternoon

It was another excruciatingly hot day, and Anna Lauren had spent most of it holed up inside her house. She'd slept late, watched some TV, played around on the computer, eaten lunch and started work on the friendship bracelets she was making for herself and Sam B. Finally she got restless to the point that she knew she was going to have to find something, and what that something seemed to be was shifting and going down to the beach. She undressed in her room and shifted to her favorite form, the blue-eyed Siamese cat, and then zipped downstairs and out the cat door. The rocky beach nearest to her house wasn't that long of a walk, and for some reason the heat didn't bother her as much in animal form as it did in human.

Anna Lauren padded over the hard-packed sand, pausing to look up at the seabirds overhead. Hunting them didn't appeal to her in the way it would to an actual cat, but anyone watching her would probably think she was plotting out how to pounce on one of them if it flew low enough.

( peculiar )

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: Misty and Sam
Where: The woods above Darkwater
When: Late afternoon

Misty was moving sluggishly. Truth be told, she didn't feel well. It had been sunnier earlier in the week and that always made her head hurt. Her bones felt too hot. Traditionally, it meant that she hid under her covers and read novels by flashlight. Unfortunately, Patty wasn't leaving her alone to do that.

With a heavy sigh, she got up and dressed in one of her favourite blue frocks. She pulled her dreads into pigtails and tugged on some white and black stripped thigh-high socks. Instead of her beloved maryjanes, she laced up a battered old pair of eight hole docks. She had every intention of hiking a long way today.

( You're pretty brave, wandering into the woods alone. )

Who: Sam and Anna Lauren
Where: Sam's room
When: midday

Anna Lauren was so jetlagged that it wasn't even funny, but she forced herself to get out of bed by 11. She'd never been the sort of teenager who liked to sleep the entire day away, although she wasn't one of those obnoxious morning people, either. She dragged around the house in her sleepshirt for a while, eating a Pop Tart and drinking some coffee, then returned to her room to stare at her still-packed suitcases. Ugh, no. She had too many things she wanted to do today, too many people to see now that she was back from her dad's house in South Africa. She thought about going over to Shoel's to see if she was home, since it was right next door, but she'd have to do the whole shower and getting dressed thing for that. Later, once she was more awake.

Still, that didn't mean she couldn't go visiting, even if the recipient of her visit wouldn't know it was her. Hanging with Sam Newlin as a Siamese cat was just a thing, something she liked to do, and she couldn't really have said why. She'd been that way with other people too since she'd started shifting, from time to time. Anna Lauren stripped off her sleepshirt and then shifted into a traditional seal-point Siamese with blue eyes; she'd always thought they were the prettiest cats in existence. She headed down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the cat door that had been installed for Rosie, her tabby cat who'd died the previous year. It was convenient when she wanted to enter the house without bothering to open the door, for sure. The neighbors probably thought the Van Onselens had gotten another cat, if they thought anything about it at all.

( You're the only cat in town that finds my room fascinating, so I'll know exactly who to blame if I find cat hair in my sheets. )

Who: Sam and Solana
When: Nighttime
Where: Streets, then Sam's house
Warning: NSFW

After Sam's shift at the gas station, he clocked out, went outside and lit up a cigarette before starting the walk home. He'd deliberately left his car at home this time, since he was sort of hoping to run into Solana at some point. Sure, the island wasn't huge, but it wasn't overly tiny either that he could hope to walk down one street and see her, but hey, one never knew, right? If not for his conversation with Shoel, Sam might not have given Solana - Ana - another thought, but knowing she was a vampire now, one who survived off of fluids, had him intrigued and curious as to why she was on Eldritch and not somewhere more populated.

Taking a slow drag off his cigarette, Sam kept his eyes focused on his surroundings. Sure, he was looking for one person in particular, but at the same time, he didn't want to be caught off guard by someone, or something, unexpected.

( Because you're beautiful. )

Who: Sam and Hannah
When: Late morning
Where: Sam's house

Sam had been sleeping when Hannah called to come over. True, it was well past the point where he should have been alert and awake, but hell, he was a teenage boy, and teenage boys like to sleep well into the afternoon. It didn't matter though. He hadn't seen Hannah in awhile - at least in his mind - and he knew if he didn't get up with the excuse of hanging out with her, his mom would likely make him run errands for her all day before he had to work, and that wasn't something he was looking forward to.

( I don't shit talk unless I'm confident I'll win )

Who: Sam and Shoel
When: Late afternoon
Where: Shoel's house

Sam had been feeling like a dick ever since his argument with Shoel at Cian's party, so once the storm was over, and the weather seemed to calm down a bit, Sam drove over to her house, intent on apologizing. He didn't feel like it was all his fault, since he still felt she kind of flipped out for no reason, but he didn't like fighting with the few friends he had, so... apology.

He parked in front of her house and walked up to the front door to knock. He hadn't texted or called beforehand, so he wasn't even sure if she was home or not. Or if she'd even want to see him.

( and treasure hunting )

Who: Hannah and Sam
Where: Cian's party
When: Right around blackout time

Hannah had been at the party a little while before she finally spotted the one face she knew, Sam the shifter. She'd downed a few beers and the one wine cooler she'd managed to snatch, and was feeling pretty good, now. She'd been by the pool, though she refused to go in, done a little dancing in the living room with various guys of various types, and then headed towards the doors for some fresh air, another plastic cup of beer in hand.

That was when she spotted him, stomping, or so it looked, towards the house from the backyard. She waved cheerfully. "Sam!" she hollered, hoping he could hear her over the sound of the music and people.

( Dude, alcohol is more than enough for me, I don't need any other drugs. )

Who: Sam and Shoel
When: Evening
Where: Cian's party

Sam arrived late, as he had planned to, and the party was pretty crowded and in full swing by the time he got his feet inside the door. He could smell beer and cigarette smoking wafting in from the pool area, but it didn't bother him. In fact, it wasn't long before someone had shoved a plastic cup in his hand with a hearty slap on the back and sent him on his way. He was stopped a few times, chatted with a few people, but kept his eyes open for Shoel. He knew she was here somewhere, but she was quiet and often times kept to herself, so it was up to him to track her down. Sipping his beer, he started off through the house, moving toward the back where the pool was. He knew she wouldn't be swimming, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be out there, observing. Just in case though, he pulled out his cell and texted her quickly.

here. where r u?

( got things 2 tell u. )

Who: Sam and Solana
Where: Streets on Eldritch
When: Late evening
Warning: NSFW

Sam's shift at the gas station ended up being a lot longer than he'd anticipated. One of the other clerks had called off sick, and since Sam didn't really have any other major plans, he'd volunteered to stick around until the third shift employee showed up. It was close to midnight before he clocked out, and once he stepped foot outdoors, he lit up a cigarette and started off toward home. He hadn't driven to work that day, since his house was only a few miles away and the weather had been somewhat decent.

Now he was sort of regretting not taking his car. Not because he was scared, or anything, but he was tired and just wanted to collapse into bed and sleep until well into the next afternoon if he could. That was certainly delayed by adding at least a twenty minute walk onto his evening. One hand was tucked loosely into his jean pocket, the other holding his cigarette. He kept his eyes ahead of him, occasionally glancing around his surroundings. He wasn't really freaked or anything, but after talking to Hannah about the solstice, he was wondering if something was going to go down. Plus, you know, escaped insane inmates was probably a good reason to be aware of the people around you, if there were any. Damn, he should have just driven his car.

Solana had spent the day locked up in her motel room, hiding as much as she could from the sun and the heat. It had made her a little miserable and shaky. But then the bastardous day-star had gone away, and it was time to go out. The night with the odd and mysterious non-human Santiago had been satisfying, so she didn't really need to feed, but ... the wind was calling her outside. Solana donned a long flowing patchwork skirt that had tiny, randomly-placed bells on it, a pair of sandals, and a white t-shirt that was rather too small for her chest. She donned many necklaces and bracelets. She felt pretty today, for some reason, and she wanted to look it. She took the ferry over to the island, wanting to maybe walk around the lighthouse again, or the church. Just to see.

( It's so lovely out, don't you think? )

Who: Sam and Hannah
When: Morning
Where: Around town

Since they had been unable to go out Wednesday, Sam and Hannah had rescheduled their 'tour of Darkwater' for that morning. Sam wasn't entirely sure it was necessary, since Hannah had been there for awhile now, right? So he was guessing she had probably seen quite a bit of the island and everything else for all he knew. But still, it gave him an excuse to get out of the house, since he didn't have to work until later that night. He sat on his porch, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Hannah's big ass Bronco to make it's appearance.

It gave Hannah an excuse to get out of the apartment and away from the lighthouse, too, which was her main goal right now. She still had two days until the big one, if anything at all even happened then, and she was dying of boredom. Besides, Sam was the closest thing she had to a friend, and she was going stir-crazy stuck in that apartment for two days after all that rain.

But today it was dry, even nice, and she was determined to make the most of it. She pulled up at Sam's address and honked, because that was just how she rolled.

( But some important info, which is even better. )

Who: Shoel and Sam
Where: The phone lines, then Shoel's house
When: Afternoon

When Shoel had woken up to storming Wednesday morning, she'd been perfectly happy to roll over and go back to sleep. It was her day off, and after going out in the lightning and thunder-- but no rain, at the time!-- the night before to return the re-dead corpse to the hospital, she was perfectly happy to be lazy. It had been tiring, after all.

Now that afternoon had rolled around, though, she was feeling decidedly cooped up, and while she knew better than to go out in that weather, she was really rather bored and restless. Movies weren't cutting it, she definitely didn't want to study any more, reading a book seemed boring, nothing was going on online, and Dracula swatted at her every time she tried to get his attention.

So she did the only thing left. She started calling people. And since she hadn't talked to Samuel-the-second in a while, she figured she might as well give him a call. She took the portable up to her room, and punched in his number, then flopped onto the desk chair to look disconsolately out the window as she waited for him to pick up.

( Unless it means company! )

Who: Sam and Chrissy
Where: Johnson's Beach
When: Late morning
Warning NSFW

Since Sam had to show Hannah around, he didn't make a lot of plans for the day, even though he knew it wouldn't take very long to walk around the island. And since he had a few hours to spare before he was supposed to meet her, Sam took the ferry over to the mainland to hang out with a couple of his 'friends'. That, of course, meant smoking some weed and listening to music, but he'd take that over playing sports or video games any day.

After awhile, he found himself getting bored, so he wandered out of John's house and started toward Johnson's beach. He liked the guys he hung out with, but occasionally he preferred to do shit on his own. Which right now, meant walking down the beach and smoking a cigarette. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was a mess, but he felt pretty good. Hopefully he'd settle a bit before seeing Hannah.

( So maybe I do like you. )

Who: Lucas and Sam
When: Lunch time!
Where: The gym and Lucas's house

As it was a somewhat regular routine since Lucas arrived back in Darkwater, Sam had kept his Monday afternoon open in order to have time to drive over to the gym and catch the guy. Since it was summer and people had a hell of a lot more time on their hands to sit around and get high, Sam's supply of weed was going pretty quickly. A lot more quickly than anything else he dealt, and there was only one guy he actually trusted to get him the good stuff.

He sent off a quick text to Lucas after getting into his car, informing the guy that Sam was simply going to stop by and say 'hey', which meant a lot more than what came across, but Sam knew better than to text what he was really after. Maybe it was paranoia, but you never knew who the hell was watching, or would manage to hack into your phone.

( Perfection is a myth. )

Who: Hannah and Sam
Where: Around the lighthouse
When: Late afternoon

It was easier to get a tour of the island in bird form, Hannah decided. She'd flown a full circle around the island: over miniature forest at one end with its few dilapidated houses buried inside, over the shops and streets in the middle where most of the town lived, and now she circled back around the lighthouse at the other end, where she'd left her clothes. There was no way inside, even for a bird as small as a mockingbird, and she stopped to perch on the little angled roof over the doorway, flipping her wings shut and considering the ocean with a dark, annoyed eye. Stupid water. Stupid solstice zones always being island....

( Maybe I was just a crow looking for some company from a mockingbird. )