solstice rpg

Who: Trevor and Taryn
When: Evening
Where: Downtown Darkwater, then Johnson Beach, then the Spencer Residence

Trevor had been exceptionally nervous at the beginning of the evening. Seeing Taryn dressed up so beautifully for their little date that wasn't a date had set his heart alight with happiness. She'd made herself up for him. But he'd contained himself as usual while complimenting her. Dinner at his favorite little Italian place had been delicious and filled with light conversation that he was happy to let Taryn dominate. He hung on every word she said, genuinely enjoying her company while trying not to think about whether or not his plan was going to work.

After the meal was paid for, he drove them down to the beach as it was getting close to time for the big fireworks display to start. He opened the car door for her, then went around to the trunk to pull out a large beach towel, two folded up beach chairs and a small cooler that contained a chilled bottle of wine and two carefully packed glasses.

( You know I would never break your heart )

Who: Taryn and Trevor
When: Evening
Where: Home!

After driving home from the marina, Taryn parked and walked inside, eager to get upstairs and get her boots off. She was still considering that cold shower, but the car ride had helped cool her down a bit, despite the soft swollen, tingly feeling of her lips from where Noah had kissed her. She was torn between feeling frustrated with how the evening ended, and optimistic because it was obvious Noah would want to see her again, if he meant what he said about 'taking things slow'.

Walking upstairs, Taryn was eager to find Torin and fill him in on all the details, but first she stopped at Trevor's room, realizing then that she forgot to get Noah's number to give her brother. Oh well, that was okay. It wasn't as if she could walk down to the marina soon to get it from him. It would be a viable reason for stopping by, wouldn't it?

( And are you seriously comparing Noah to a chihuahua, Trevor? )

Who: Noah and Taryn
When: Evening
Where: Juicy Java, then Noah's boat

The weather was a pain in the ass. Taryn wasn't pleased by the scorching, stifling ninety degree weather, but she suffered through it for about an hour, tanning out by the pool. She already had a lovely bronze color from Italy, but it had started to fade a bit and she wanted to look sexy for her coffee date with Noah.

She stayed inside the rest of the day, and then around six took a shower and blow dried her hair straight. After a lot of consideration, she pulled on a white, strapless - no tan lines, thank you very much - sundress that skimmed a few inches above her knees, followed by her knee high leather black boots. She tied her hair up into a high ponytail, but let a few strands fall to frame her face. After spending a half hour perfecting her makeup, Taryn knew she looked hot. Sexy. Confident. Older. And she fully expected Noah to tell her so too. Maybe not in those specific words, but he would have to be gay not to want her.

Somehow Taryn managed to get her purse and get out of the house without running into either of her brothers or her parents. She got into her car, released a slow breath and then drove to the marina. By then, the sun had set, the night had cooled off a little, and there was a nice breeze that would hopefully keep from messing up her hair.

( You should know that there's a limit to what I'll do on the first date. )

Who: Torin and Taryn
When: after midnight
Where: Taryn's room
Warnings: R for frank conversation

Torin was in a bit of a funk after he got home from hanging out with Sam. Strange how he always ended up feeling that way even though they had fun when they were together. The house was quiet, and he was just as glad not to have to explain his appearance: sticky despite the wash-up in the public bathroom at the beach and covered with sand, not to mention the dark stains on his clothes from chocolate syrup and such. Nobody would ever believe him if he tried to tell them about that incident. The clothes were probably ruined, and that added to his overall sucky mood right now.

( I'll work on telling more if you pry less )

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. )

Who: Noah and Taryn
When: Midday
Where: Noah's boat!

It was a Friday, and Taryn was bored. This was never a good thing, since boredom tended to make her extremely restless and bitchy. She didn't have Torin or Trevor to bug, and it seemed all of her friends were too busy for her, which heightened her irritation even further. Finally, after attempting to sunbathe out by the pool with little success thanks to the sporadic bursts of sunshine that never last that long, Taryn stomped back in the house and up to her room. She decided to get out of the house and drive somewhere. Shopping, the beach, she didn't care as long as she wasn't stuck inside anymore.

She didn't bother changing out of her red bikini, but instead tugged on a thin, white tank top and a short, frayed jean skirt that skimmed her already tanned thighs. After repinning her hair on top of her head, she grabbed her purse and slipped on her sandals before grabbing her keys to leave. Once she was actually in her car and driving into town, Taryn started giving more thought to where she wanted to go. It didn't take long before she decided to have a little bit of fun.

( I'm great at handling tools. )

Sent 12:03am

if mom & dad ask, tell them I'm stayin @ zack's. too drnk to drive home.

Who: Taryn and Torin
When: evening
Where: the patio

Torin was truly in a downer of a mood tonight. He still felt twitchy and jittery from the potent asthma medicine in his inhaler-- he'd required another shot of it before talking to the police at the station-- and he couldn't get the thought of those horrible, bloated things that used to be human beings out of his head. He was also brooding over Sam Boesch and why he had to be into the guy. It was even worse now that they'd actually spent some time in the same vicinity, regardless of what had happened at the end of it. He was just an idiot, evidently. He was Torin Spencer. He could find someone more appropriate to yearn for, and while he knew that intellectually? The rest of him wasn't listening.

He was hiding out on the covered patio, curled up in one corner of the couch; the only light was the faint glow of the chimania that someone had lit earlier. He'd told his family the briefest details on what had happened and why he'd been at the police station, mainly because his car was fairly high-profile, and anyone could have seen it there. Hopefully, running across a couple of dead bodies would be sufficient to explain why he was in a bad mood, if anyone asked. Luckily, his parents hadn't thought to ask him what the hell he'd been doing back in the middle of nowhere. He could only hope they didn't decide to, because he didn't want to tell them.

( He's a random kid I ran into the other day, and we went to the caves. The end. )

Who: Trevor, Torin and Taryn
When: just after midnight
Where: Trevor's room

Since they were feeling better, Taryn and Torin both decided to find Trevor and make sure it hadn't been just them. Taryn wasn't surprised to find her older brother's bedroom door shut, and she was guessing that he was probably asleep. Not that it mattered to her. She'd just pound on the door if it was locked, and if it wasn't, she'd go inside and wake him up herself. There was plenty to keep her occupied around the house on a daily basis, but annoying her brothers when she could was one of her favorite past times. Coming upon his door, Taryn flashed Torin a grin before she tested out the door knob. It turned easily, which meant Trevor hadn't locked the door. "Let me wake him up," she whispered to Torin before she twisted the knob all the way and carefully pushed the door open.

( I don't understand why they can't trust us to fall in love with worthy people on our own )

Who: Taryn and Torin
When: Evening
Where: Their house
Warnings: a bit of language

Taryn had been feeling like complete and utter crap. She had felt okay for some of the day, enjoying her random, yet productive encounters with both Will and Noah, but once she was out shopping again, it felt as thought a wrecking ball had hit her square in the stomach... and face, and legs and... just everywhere. It was more than a little unnerving, and her first thought was she was coming down with something. So she had driven to the convenience store, bought some flu medicine, juice and a chocolate bar to make herself feel better, and eventually made her way home.

She knew she could have tracked down one of her brothers and pouted at them until they took care of her, but she was feeling icky enough that she didn't want to deal with either of them at the moment. They would likely annoy her in her mopey mood, so instead she locked herself in the bathroom, took a long, hot bath and did her best not to fall asleep in the water. Once the water started to cool, she got out, wrapped herself in her red, fluffy robe and tied her hair up before retreating to her bedroom. She might have been feeling poorly, but it was nothing her chocolate bar and a couple episodes of Gossip Girl couldn't fix, right?

( Neither of these guys were ready for their AARP memberships yet, were they? )

Who: Taryn and Noah
When: around 5 p.m.
Where: the marina

Once Taryn got home that afternoon, she made it a point to soak for a good long while in a hot bubble bath, wearing her earphones and refusing to even acknowledge her cell phone that continually beeped from messages her friends were sending. She'd been in a sour mood, since she hated having to stay on the island the night before. She had missed sleeping in her own bed, and wearing her own pajamas and being in her own room. The party itself had been decent, though it could have been better if Cian Andersen hadn't been so stupidly reluctant. He was a prime example of why she ignored boys her age, or in high school. They were all either too easy, or too noble. Which made them boring. But it didn't matter. She had made it home, attempted to flirt and embarrass an older Irish guy, and then got to do the whole bubble bath thing without her parents or brother annoying the crap out of her.

Since she was clean and feeling ten times better, she decided to drive down into town and do some shopping, if any of the stores were open after the storm the night before. Since she had been in such a bad mood earlier, Taryn made it a point to look good, since she always felt if she looked good, she would feel good too. She'd curled her hair a bit, wore a short jean skirt and soft looking, loose top and then wore her calf high black boots. It made her look a little bit older than stupid sixteen, so that was a definite plus too, since you never knew who you might meet while you were out.

( If there's something I want, I'm generally pretty good at eventually getting it. )

Who: Taryn and Misty
Where: The ferry back to Darkwater
When: As soon as they start running again.

Misty was a jumble of misery by the time the ferry heaved itself away from the doc. She hurried into the cabin, hoping that some warmth might creep back into her frozen bones. She'd spent the most amazing night on the island! Sure, the encounter with Cian had been strange and upsetting, but things had gotten much better after she'd slunk away from the party. She'd found her way to the cemetery and, black-hearted little gothling that she was, she'd immediately investigated. The wind was rushing through the trees and the lights were on in the rectory but she didn't think she'd be in trouble for being there.

If not for the wind, she might have never found the broken crypt. The metal gate over the door was squealing and grating in the wind, banging rhythmically against the stone doorway. After investigating, she found that it was crumbling and rusty but still solid. Misty squeezed through the gap caused by the broken door and, once out of the wind, felt a little warmer. She had settled down to listen to the oncoming storm, and had even dozed. She woke when the rain started to fall, though. The damp seemed to ooze out of the stone around her and the water worked it's way inside. Her dress got a little wet.

She'd snuck out of the crypt as soon as it was light and the rain stopped. Blundering through the small village, she finally found a sign that pointed her back to the docks, where she waited for the boats to start up again. Though she was able to wait inside the boat house, she just didn't feel like she was warming up. She'd spent a couple of dollars on a tall hot chocolate and by the time she boat was underway, it was just cool enough to drink. She sighed, closing her eyes in bliss as the heat of the drink seeped into her frigid fingers.

( Bench Warming )

Who: Will and Taryn
When: after the ferries are running again
Where: the docks

The weather in Oregon seemed to be pretty tumultuous for the middle of summer, or it was so far as Will was concerned. Nonetheless he'd been going a bit stir crazy lounging around his brother's flat for a few days. He'd headed out once the weather had calmed down, ready to explore the town and get a bead on where the businesses were that might be hiring. Of course he'd still have to apply for a work visa or hope someone would pay him under the table, but he felt it was worth keeping his eyes open since it meant his wandering wasn't too aimless.

He'd made his way down to the shore and the neighboring docks. So far as he knew the only Catholic church in the area wasn't actually in Darkwater proper, but over on the neighboring island. Will had been considering making the crossing since it was Sunday and all, though it wouldn't really be the same as going to church back home. He'd gone to the same one since before he was born. Hopefully the one here wouldn't be too different so as to not be a comfort. Not for the first time since his arrival he felt a small pang of guilt for being so far from his late wife and child's graves. He'd have to ask Morgan to place some flowers for him soon.

( Why? If I had a scrape, would you kiss it and make it better? )

Sent 11:00pm

Ferry is shut down because of storm. have to stay on the island tonight :( got lots to fill you in on tho

Who: Cian and Taryn
Where: the party
When: evening

There were enough people dancing on the concrete patio near the pool and in the den, to which the sliding glass doors were open to the outside that it was hard to see the floor of either one. Cian was pleased with his sound system and even more pleased that evidently their next-door neighbors had gone to Nova Scotia for two weeks, thus were not home to complain about the volume of the music. He'd forgotten about that until he'd noticed how dark their house was tonight. He'd been dancing with Ava-- and stealing kisses as he had the opportunity-- and then he'd been in the poolhouse finding every extra towel he could lay his hands on. Done with that task, he decided to head back into the house to check on how things were going in there.

He pushed through the masses of gyrating bodies in the den and emerged into the back hallway. He passed a couple of people making out in a corner, then glanced toward the door to his dad's office, wondering if M was making use of the key he'd loaned him. He stuck his head into the kitchen and saw that it was about time to put some more chips into the huge bowl he'd set up next to the salsa and queso dips, so he opened the pantry and dug in there to find some.

( it's always more fun when you sneak around and don't get caught )

Who: Santiago, Torin, Taryn and Antony and Jerrilyn Spencer (NPCs)
Where: the Spencer home
When: early evening

The occasion of Santiago Ascencio Baquero's visit was the first time the Spencers had used their elegant dining room since Christmas Eve, when Jerrilyn and Antony traditionally invited all of their extended family to the house for a holiday party that always lasted well into the night. They'd been out of the country, of course, and had only been back a few days, but ordinarily, the room would not have been used again until Thanksgiving. This, however, was an event, and the five of them (Trevor had gone out of town with some friends of his, so he was not present) had dined in the midst of candles, fresh flowers and soft music-- Spanish guitar instrumentals, mostly-- in the background.

Once they became aware of exactly who Santiago was, Jerri Spencer was pleased that she'd spared no expense and trouble for this dinner. She'd even hired uniformed waitstaff to serve them, and of course the food and wine were top-notch. It was a meal full of gentil conversation and much shared history, and while ordinarily young adults might have been bored with such a gathering, in this case Taryn and Torin were not. How often did one get to spend time with the father of their race? None of them could possibly be blase about that.

Dessert was served on the roofed patio, lit by twinkling lights wound around the posts and a chimania at the edge of the grouping of cushioned outdoor furniture, and the conversation had continued unabated until Antony received a call that he needed to take, and he excused himself as gracefully as possible. It was a successful evening without doubt, and Jerri was pleased and relieved by that. "I'll be back in a few," she said, rising from her seat with a smile. "I think we could all use some more wine." They'd all been drinking it, even Taryn who at nineteen wasn't quite old enough. The Spencers tended to have more European sensibilities about that sort of thing, though. Jerri vanished into the house, and the three were left alone in the pleasant evening air.

( did I manage to surprise you? )

Who: Torin and Taryn
When: Evening
Where: Juicy Java

It was evening by the time Taryn finally dropped her friends off at their various houses and drove over to Juicy Java. They had spent the day shopping and then lounging at the beach, but she could admit that after a few hours, the constant chatter and giggling had started getting on her nerves. It made her miss Italy, and how quiet and peaceful it had been - for the most part. Maybe it was more that she missed the sun and the Italian men. The guys she'd seen at the beach had paled in comparison. Sad. Still, she wanted a drink and a part of her knew that Torin would probably be there with his laptop so being able to bug her older brother was a double bonus.

Parking, Taryn slipped her sunglasses off the top of her head and put them into her bag before she walked inside. At first she glanced around for the familiar mop of curly hair, and she grinned when she saw him sitting at one of the tables. Prancing over, she pulled out the empty chair across from him and slung herself into it. "You're all alone. Where's your harem?" She didn't mind the Delaneys at all, the way some girls did. They were pretty, popular and seemed to like her brother enough.

( Why is everybody so into slumming? )