solstice rpg

Who: Torin and Sam
Where: Johnson's Beach, then Torin's poolhouse
When: evening
Warnings: NSFW ; incomplete

Torin was mostly disconnected from the wild revel already in progress. He'd been hanging out with Chrissy and a couple of her vapid, ding-a-ling friends for a while, then he'd moved along to a handful of elementals he knew slightly. Now he was by himself, about one beer away from having a buzz on, earbuds in his ears that were connected to the iPod Nano he had clipped to his jeans pocket. He was dressed down by his standards in jeans and a black tank top, but he hadn't been in the mood to hunt for a better ensemble, so here he was. His wild hair was tossed around by the breeze as he wandered along, completely distracted by his own thoughts.

Sam wasn't far away, talking to a couple of girls two years his junior after having convinced them to do a short interview each for his new project. He was taking it easy tonight, not as drunk or hyper as he had been the night before and the chit chat was nice. It was still early, after all. He got up from where he'd knelt with the girls, ready to move on and find a new subject when he spotted Torin. Perfect! Waving at the other boy, Sam made his way over, his small camcorder turned off and dangling from his hand.

( So, all Torin had to do to get Boesch to stop making snappy remarks was to get him turned on. Good to know. )

Who: Anna Lauren and Sam, with a cameo by Dax
Where: Dax's party
When: Evening

Anna Lauren wouldn't have thought that this many people could fit in a trailer and its surrounding yard, but evidently the flyers Dax had been putting up around town had had their desired effect. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing here, because she barely knew the guy. Maybe she could chalk it up to not having anything else to do tonight. She still didn't have a job, and she was bored. So she was wandering around with a cup of beer in one hand, dressed in a tank top and shorts with her bathing suit underneath. She highly doubted that she'd want to swim, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Sam was making up for having sobered up earlier when Asia had gotten into trouble. He wasn't hung up on it, nothing bad had happened and he'd sent Asia on her merry way to interview people at the party so she seemed fine too. Why linger on negative things when there was no need? He had just fired off another text message to Torin to tell him he should totally come when he spotted Anna Lauren. They'd only met that one time but he already had her on a BFF pedestal and with alcohol only intensifying that, he squeaked and rushed toward her. "Oh my God it's my Be eff eff!" he shouted, not giving her much of a chance to brace herself before he'd hugged her, his bottle pressed against her back and some of the - fortunately not too sharp - spikes on his bracelet pressed against her shoulder. "You came," he laughed. "That's awesome!"

( Are there rules for bee eff eff marriages? )

Who: Asia and Sam
Where: Dax's party at the trailer
When: Evening


Sam was having a good time at Dax's party, but naturally; he hadn't expected to show up and not have a good time after all. He was quite drunk by now and had just fired off a stupid text message to Torin Spencer of all people to entice him to show up at Dax's party. There would be an orgy for sure and being bi, Torin had to appreciate orgies, right?

Sam was endlessly amused at the whole thing, he'd somewhat latched onto the idea a bit too much, like drunk people were wont to do, cracking a joke too many about it and somewhat started expecting it to happen for real at any moment.

( But what about the sister? )

Who: Dax and Sam
Where: Mostly the beach and Dax's house
When: Early to late evening
Warnings: NSFW

"Here we are, outside my best friend's place," Sam told his camera, which was unsurprisingly already up and on even as he strolled down to the trailer Dax lived in. "Today Dax celebrates his eighteenth birthday and you bet your ass it'll be in style." He moved back and knocked on Dax's door, grinning into the camera before turning it to the door. "If the world wasn't ready for Dax at seventeen, it sure as hell isn't ready for Dax at eighteen but I can promise you it's going to be a wild ride and I will faithfully record all of it, just for you. "Someone's coming, let's hope it's Dax himself, in the flesh!" He grinned widely when it did turn out to be his friend and not his somewhat timid little sister. "It is he! Our hero. Happy birthday, Dax!"

( I'm a one year old zombie now. I deserve a little more action than I've been getting. )

Who: Anna Lauren and Sam
Where: Juicy Java
When: early afternoon
Warnings: Possibly the conversation material and Sam's potty mouth.

Anna Lauren had come over to Darkwater on the eleven o'clock ferry, deciding that she was going to put in applications at several places on the mainland. She didn't really want to, because she thought it would be a pain in the ass to commute over here to work, but so far nobody on the island had called her. She could at least be prepared just in case nobody did, she thought. By the time she'd worked her way around to the potential places she could think of, she felt wilted. It was so hot today that it was ridiculous. She'd dressed nicely in a yellow sundress and sandals, and the material of the dress was sticking to her. Ugh.

Once she was done filling out applications, she decided to stop at Juicy Java and get something cold to drink. She ordered a peach smoothie at the counter and, after picking it up and paying for it, glanced around. Hey, there was Sam B. They hadn't talked all that much thus far, but she kinda liked the kid. He was quirky and his videos were hysterical. She wandered over to the table where he was sitting and said, "Hey," with a friendly smile.

( Who else can talk about porn and anthropology in the same few sentences? )

Who: Torin and Sam
When: 2 p.m.
Where: the high school parking lot, then Stonehenge and the caves

At least Torin's elemental gifts had come back. He'd expected a miserable day indeed if they hadn't. Despite the fact that there was nothing on regular TV except the local news stations reporting on the high school, the Baptist church and the Mayor's home all burning the night before, and the Quik-Stop being held up-- hell, those reporters were practically jizzing in their pants over it all-- at least there were a ton of satellite stations, and he hadn't spent that much time checking out the news reports. He had the basic facts, and that was all he cared about. He wondered if Sam Boesch would show for their 2 p.m. arranged meeting. Well, he'd set it for the high school parking lot, and if nothing else, he could see the damage for himself up close.

He set off for the school at a quarter til, sunglasses on and his uncontrollable hair blowing in the breeze, determined to stay chill about this. He was going to show Sam the fucked-up stuff that was in the caves near Stonehenge, to prove he hadn't been pulling bullshit out of his ass when they'd talked the other day, and that was it. And Sam had better hold to his agreement not to shove that fucking camera in his face, too. He made the short drive in record time and pulled into the far parking lot, turning off the engine and getting out to lean against his car and stare at the heavily damaged brick building. It looked as if the gym and the Science Wing had taken the heaviest hits, he thought as he waited.

( Also? I know the truth about Candy Mountain. You're not getting my kidney. )

Who: Sam and Santiago
Where: Pharmacy
When: Afternoon

It had been such a relief to get off the Island and after cracking bad Lost jokes about it, Sam got thrown out of the house - so to speak. More accurately he was just sent out to get food and some things from the pharmacy. What he really wanted to do was to go to the beach. There was chatter in the channels about weird stuff being around and he wanted to see it. If he hurried, he might get there before it got too dark out - not that he minded the dark but things were easier to find in daylight.

He jumped off his bike outside the pharmacy and almost forgot to lock it, having to run back out and do that before going back inside. He was still wearing his party clothes thanks to his mom's dire need for painkillers STAT but he didn't mind. It still made for a fun jingle as he sauntered inside the store, browsing for the things he was required to buy and there were a few.

( It was only his due, after all. )

Who: Ava & Samuel
Where: Cian's Party
When: Evening

Sam had wandered off from Shoel and Dax, idly looking around Cian's house. He hadn't been there since he was tiny and he barely remembered why he'd ended up at a birthday party at the Anderson's. Things had changed since and he idly filmed a few random angles of walls and decorations - what for? He didn't know.

His eyes were fixed on the screen and as he turned the screen showed him a pair of breasts. Unfortunately they were nicely covered by a shirt [or whatever she is wearing!] but a nice shape none-the-less. He raised the camera slowly to get from the pair to the pair's owner's face and, with a sheepish grin, looked past the screen and straight into said face when he found out whose it was. It belonged to Ava Connelly, bosom buddy to the host who hadn't really invited Sam - not personally anyway. It was a big party though, hopefully she wouldn't have him kicked out. "Miss Connelly," Sam said in a cheerful greeting, keeping his camera focused on her face. "Lovely evening, innit?"

( Not as lovely with that damn camera in her face )

Who: Torin and Sam
Where: the side of Foggy Branch Road, near the asylum
When: mid-day

It was an incredible day, which in Torin's experience meant that the weather was going to turn to shit in a matter of hours. That, of course, made no difference to him. He could easily find something to do indoors, and maybe all the nimrods who were going to Eldritch for Cian Andersen's party would drown. He'd be okay with that for most of them, although Taryn was going, and he wouldn't wish such a fate on her, of course. As soon as he'd gotten up at around ten and seen how gorgeous it was outside, he'd taken a quick shower and dressed in a casual-- for him-- outfit of a black tanktop and jeans. Oakley sunglasses over his eyes and a grab for his car keys later, he was ready to get out and just drive.

( What brings Torin Spencer to the asylum at this hour? )

Who: Sam and Shoel and later, Sofia
Where: Hospital
When: Noon'ish

Sam almost always took a nap after his paper route since he generally liked being awake late at night rather than early morning. Early morning was just boring as hell since anyone who was actually awake was working. Sometimes he stayed up all night and only went to bed after delivering the papers but this was not one of those mornings. He woke up all refreshed and cheerful before noon and after whining and pleading with his mom, got to borrow the family car.

He headed for the hospital, texting (while driving, yes, it was a bad habit). After typing up a somewhat legible text he sent it to Shoel.

bord. u workn. It was at least as legible as drive-texting could get and he couldn't be bothered looking up the question mark on the damn thing.

( Creepy slimy things and the women who treated them like puppies. )

Who: Jake and Sam
Where: The Keyboard Cowboy Internet Cafe
When: Late evening

It wasn't in Sam's nature to sit at home and do nothing. Sit home and edit videos, yes, but he'd just finished his bi-weekly This Is Darkwater video and sitting down for that long was enough to drive him crazy. The kid had a lot of energy that needed to be spent or he worried his head might explode. For some reason his parents decided tonight was the night to have proper dinner on time and he utterly refused to take part. "Like a shark," he mused as he sneaked past the dinner table, turning only to grab a couple of bread rolls off the table. "Can not stop moving!"

He zoomed out of there, ignoring what his father was yelling after him since he knew his mother would no doubt do her motherly duty of reminding him he'd been fifty times worse when she'd met him or something. And still was? He grabbed his bike and carried it down the stairs, getting out of there in a hurry. He wasn't even sure where he was going, he just knew he needed air and movement, pronto!

He'd been out and about for at least three hours just pestering Dax and visiting the usual places he liked; Stonehenge, the cemetery, the beach. So it was a little stereotypical, Sam really didn't care. It was nearly eleven when he stopped his bike somewhat hazardously outside the Keyboard Cowboy, the local internet cafe. He could go online at home, sure, but he loved being in public places and home did not fit the bill, especially while the tattoo parlor was closed. He chained up his bike securely and headed on in, grinning when he saw that Jake was working. She was older than him and they weren't friends but she was a cool chick and he knew her at least.

( Slow but Comfortable )

Who: Sam
Where: Youtube
When: Various recordings, posted on Sunday night

This is Darkwater. That was always the title he used for the videos he made and then added one more to keep them separated. This time it was This is Darkwater. Who needs Jerry Springer? After the intro with Marilyn Manson's Wormboy blaring over graphics Sam was pretty damn proud of, the camera work was a bit shaky. He only had his small camcorder for this one after all, but that was all the rage wasn't it? REC, Cloverfield, ye olde Blair Witch? And it was a social event, not a staged production so who could fault him? What the camera caught was what people were after, not the artsy delivery, and for the majority of the evening all he caught was hip people having fun at the opening of a cool club. Boring? A little.

( Who made a scene this week? )