Cyreus_virgil

@cyreus-virgil

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(cyreus-virgil)

“Siren?” Virgil muttered back somewhat puzzled. He had heard stories of the creature but never had any proof of their existence. There was several supernatural legends he’d never actually seen. For all he knew all could potentially be true.

“I didn’t Cyreus Cove hosted anything supernatural. You look like you were just a boy when you were turned. How Olaf are you now? By the looks of it. Hasn’t looked like you turned too long ago.”

Joseph reevaluated the man’s behavior, a little thrown off by the sudden change in demeanor. For a moment, Joseph thought he was trying to pose a genuine threat, given that the man quickly picked up on Joseph’s lack of mortality, and now, the man seemed to just be somewhat curious about him. Was this change on purpose? Joseph had little experience with humans who knew what he was, and tried to avoid being found out, for the most part.

Well, he tried to avoid getting caught after he ate entire towns.

“How olaf am I?” Joseph asked. “Did I just hear you right? Is that some Australian slang I haven’t picked up on yet?” Joseph was not about to volunteer that kind of information to this man just yet. A human who could tell apart supernaturals was not to be trusted, as far as Joseph was concerned.

Virgil continued to inch closer to avoid being heard by others. Not that there was anyone else to hear.

“I can’t help but wonder. Do you belong to a clan? Or are you by yourself here?.... to be perfectly honest. I was hoping I’d never run into vampires again. No offense... I didn’t think Cyreus Cove had supernatural beings here.”

He gave a small smile to appear less confronting. Hunting wasn’t exactly something he was hoping to go back to.

Day at the Pier/ Open

siennaleecyreus

cyreus-virgil:

Virgil hadn’t really thought about this age gap until she just mentioned her age. He didn’t realize he was so much older than her. It felt odd.

“My names Virgil. And I just turned 30.” He gave off an awkward smile. Glancing at the now night sky. “And you’re right. That was rude of me. I shouldn’t have asked how old you were. But.. you’ve definitely done a lot in those few years haven’t you?”

“Virgil.. That’s nice. Unique too. How did your parents choose it?” she asked curiously.

She stiffened as he paused worried that he might ask more specific questions. Mind control abilities would be so helpful for this sort of thing. It wasn’t the first time she wished that she could just wave her hand in front of another person’s face and say ‘you have no suspicions.’ But there needed to be some balance. She couldn’t be an indestructable sea monster and have mind control powers. Briefly she wondered if any other species could do that. Skyler hadnt bragged about that power before so it probably wasn’t a wizard-witch thing. Hopefully she could find and befriend something that could.

She fought to keep her expression impassive and watched for the words he would follow with. When he continued he did not say anything out of the ordinary, but the tension she felt didn’t entirely disperse. She forced a smile.

“It seems like it. I think living abroad has made me a little wiser. You’re not the first person to tell me i seem mature for my age.“

Those hadn’t been his exact words but she was hoping this reply would bore him into dismissing the topic.

“They named me after a rather.. eccentric poem.” Virgil whispered back. Finding the reason a bit funny. And over the edge “in the poem the inferno. Virgil is the man that guides Dante through the nine rings of hell. And keeps him safe.”

His family were a long long line of vampire hunters after all. So it made sense to name him after someone that protects against the nightmares most can’t even fathom.

Even though he was rather enjoying his conversation. Something was different about her. He knew it. He couldn’t quit put his finger on it, but something. Hunting the supernatural gave him a sixth sense for. It

But frankly. She was very nice. He wanted to believe he was over reacting.

Day at the Pier/ Open

siennaleecyreus

cyreus-virgil:

“It’s no problem at all. It’s good to vent.” He did find her conversation odd however. Not because it was upsetting, but her traveling and her age were a bit off. She looked no older than 19, and yet she was old enough to have roots in several places, she spent years in.

He started to examine her a bit more closely. Is it possible she’s one of them? One of the monsters he used to hunt. No, no of course not. That’s silly. He knew how to spot werewolves and vampires far too well to not immediately notice one. Maybe she just looked for her age. Or maybe she started moving around very young.

Either way hunting was something he has little interest in now. And only kept his weapons incase he absolutely had to use them. Not to bring his war all the way out here. Where he was alone.

It was just about night fall now. With only a soft glow in the horizon as the only remaining spek of sunlight. And couldn’t help but shake she seemed a bit too young for so much experience. But she definitely had no signs of being a vampire or a werewolf. It just didn’t make sense.

Virgil fought with the idea for some time. Unsure of how to reply. Finally he just quickly glanced up at her.

“Youve been through a lot for someone so young. How old are you?”

“I thought that was known to be a universally rude question?” Sienna laughed, trying to stall while she figured out the answer to that.

She stared at the darkening horizon and chewed her lip. Currently she was pretending she was in her last year of high school, in Australia that meant she should be 17. Wait no, she’d told him she had lived in America so that would mean that she should be 18 since that was the age of a senior. Was that how old she’d told her landlord she was? She couldn’t remember now. It would be so much easier if she could just tell him the truth. The thought made her grin, she pictured the shock on the strangers face as she said, ‘200. Give or take a decade.’ It was hard keeping this secret since it was only her second year of living in a world with humans. The hardest part was trying to keep the lies consistent. For the past couple of hundred years she’d lived in the sea with her pod, there was no need to hide anything there.

She looked back at him and said, “Lucky for you I’m still young enough that the question doesn’t bother me much. I’m 18. My family moved around a lot for work, I was home schooled until now so this is my first and last year in high school.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Back when she was human she had been tutored at home and while she was with her pod they had travelled around a lot.

“Fair is fair, how old are you, sir?” she asked, shifting the attention to him was probably for the best. “Actually, I have a better question. What is your name?”

Virgil hadn’t really thought about this age gap until she just mentioned her age. He didn’t realize he was so much older than her. It felt odd.

“My names Virgil. And I just turned 30.” He gave off an awkward smile. Glancing at the now night sky. “And you’re right. That was rude of me. I shouldn’t have asked how old you were. But.. you’ve definitely done a lot in those few years haven’t you?”

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(cyreus-virgil)

“Funny.” Virgil calmly replied, with a confident grin. And slowly took a few steps ahead. “I never said anything about vampires. Yet that was your first assumption.”

The street had become much quieter. Everyone was either inside or smoking just outside the door. Virgil wasn’t sure how to continue. Still split between sticking to his family heritage and his own compassion.

Joseph kept his eyes on the man as he walked forward, not making any indication of his own nervousness. After all, what signaled nervousness to a human? Fidgeting? Joseph kept that under control, as his hands remained in his pockets. Sweating? Shivering? Joseph didn’t have those functions. The only thing left, then, was Joseph’s own facial expressions.

His face remained blank until the man commented on Joseph’s assumptions. Then, he smirked. Being a rather young vampire, he had little experience with humans that actually knew vampires were real, and his only concern had been getting caught by authorities and thrown in a prison for his crimes. He had spent his short time as a vampire jumping from town to town, ignoring his hunger until it became too much to handle, and then feeding off entire sections of towns. Somehow, he had been careful not to leave any evidence of his presence specifically before leaving, making the deaths of his victims all the more a mystery.

“Well, I’m obviously not a siren,” Joseph said, gesturing to himself. To his knowledge, sirens were almost all female, which should have made it obvious that he was not one of them. “Though, now that I think about it, that would make things much funnier. I’d love to see you swim after one.”

This man obviously knew about the supernatural, the way he caught onto Joseph, and by his scent, he was obviously mortal. The few breaths he took after making those remarks made his scent that much stronger, and Joseph resisted the urge to lick his lips. Oh, how much better it would be to sink his teeth into someone who had not been intoxicated. His senses would remain acute, his mind alert, and that metallic, taurine taste would not be ruined by anything.

“Siren?” Virgil muttered back somewhat puzzled. He had heard stories of the creature but never had any proof of their existence. There was several supernatural legends he’d never actually seen. For all he knew all could potentially be true.

“I didn’t Cyreus Cove hosted anything supernatural. You look like you were just a boy when you were turned. How Olaf are you now? By the looks of it. Hasn’t looked like you turned too long ago.”

Island Fever

cyreus-virgil:

Virgil didn’t think much of the intrusion. He was the first customer after all. He made himself comfortable. Moving himself, creating a groove in the chair.

“This is quite a nice place.” Virgil softly proclaimed while glancing at the menu.

“I.. will have a tea. Unsweetened, and a veggie omelette. Egg whites if you’d be so kind.”

Taking note of the customer’s order, Aliyah finished scribbling and headed to the back to hand off orders to the cook. Ace watched her go, then glanced around proudly. It was quite a nice place, wasn’t it? Yes. He cherished every novelty life preserver and cheesy talking fish plaque affixed to the wooden walls.

“Thank you very much,” Ace grinned, holding his hands in front of him in what he hoped was a professional manner. “It’s our first day. Very exciting. We’ve been working hard to get it together.”

“First day huh?!” Virgil enthusiastically replied. “So why settle in Cryreus Cove. You don’t sound like you’re originally from here. If you don’t mind me prying.”

He could already feel he was being a bit intrusive. But his curiosity tended to get the better of him. And stood up straight with a calm grin. To try and compensate for his blunt conversation.

likedawnanddusk-deactivated2018

(cyreus-virgil)

He caught a closer glance at the kid in the street light. He pale, calm, and had that certain look in his eye. He could already tell what he was. Decades of his practice gave him a keen eye to spot that kind from a mile away.

His instinct was to pride for information, to hunt the vampire. But that wasn’t his life anymore. It was something he was ready to give up after past experiences. He knew they weren’t all monsters. So long as they put an effort. He didn’t want to kill before they became farel anymore.

He gave a stirn stare for a moment. Contemplating his next move. And whether or not to reveal his knowledge. And stood quiet. Most would mistaken for someone too drunk to speak. But a vampire would know better.

“Drunks would be an easy target I suppose.” He said calmly. “But someone is bound to notice you sooner or later so out in the open. Still honing your tactics I see.”

Joseph could see that the man didn’t know what to make of him. Hardly any kids were out here, save for the few trying to get into a bar with a fake ID. Joseph had watched them and wondered how he could get one. If he found a way to get one, he could apply for a job, just so he wouldn’t have to resort to theft all the time. Not that he needed many things. The only thing he needed, aside from a place to sleep, was a daylight charm.

“What?” Joseph asked, caught off guard by the man’s comment. Nothing about Joseph made him look like he could take on a grown man in a bar fight. He was a teenager, and a rather spindly one to boot. He supposed he would stay that way. Best to learn to use it to his advantage.

Joseph kept the man at a distance, chuckling to hide that he was a little unnerved. “You know, you should have informed me before you started LARPing your Van Helsing fantasies. Should I start running, or should I turn into a bat and fly away? I’m not quite sure what lore you’re basing all of this off of.”

“Funny.” Virgil calmly replied, with a confident grin. And slowly took a few steps ahead. “I never said anything about vampires. Yet that was your first assumption.”

The street had become much quieter. Everyone was either inside or smoking just outside the door. Virgil wasn’t sure how to continue. Still split between sticking to his family heritage and his own compassion.

likedawnanddusk-deactivated2018

(cyreus-virgil)

Discovering Cyreus/Broken-Commandments (still open)

Today’s shift was especially cruel. It seemed like every single car was due today, and of course that was Virgil’s fault for some reason. Before going home he decided he needed a beer to calm the nerves with a few coworkers at a bar.

They all bought several rounds and wings to forget their troubles. Virgil was the only one that didn’t eat any. His stomach didn’t have the tolerance for foods like that, and sipped on a single beverage for some time.

The evening had long reached its apex. And most of the crew had left back to their homes and families. And Virgil had wondered off to enjoy some quiet outside. Leaving his remaining coworkers inside to finish their night.

Not many people were there, he enjoyed that. And started to walk back to his car. And ran into a few groups of friends most likely bar hopping. One particularly caught his attention. A teenager maintaining a constant distance from them. Probably just some high school kid gathering the courage to use his fake id. It was too dark to get a good look at him, but he could make enough to see he was way too young to be at a bar.

“Hey kid.” Virgil announced, not necessarily yelling. “Aren’t you a bit young to be around here?”

Joseph found that bars were an easy place to get a quick bite. It seemed like the only place where there was vibrant nightlife, and many were too drunk to notice anything off about him. The most they would see is that he looked a little young to be wandering around these parts. But, for the most part, he would stay in the shadows and wait for some drunkard to wander wherever he was hiding.

The only downside was that he often got drunk off his feeds, had to deal with a slight hangover come next sunset.

Tonight, he hoped to stalk someone sober. A man who looked to be in his thirties left the bar, his gait still stable. Joseph watched the man walk back to his car. That was the telltale sign of sobriety. Joseph had seen enough don’t drink and drive PSAs to know the dangers of operating a car while intoxicated. This man seemed fine, and his health indicated that his blood would be choice.

But why couldn’t he go somewhere more convenient?

“Maybe,” Joseph said, shrugging. “But I’m not here to drink.” Well, that was partly true. He wasn’t here to drink alcohol. “I’m just waiting for some friends.” He had prepared a lie about being an exchange student from the United States, and had even made up a backstory about his fictional host family. “They’re here to show me around the town, so to speak. Not sure why they chose this spot.”

He caught a closer glance at the kid in the street light. He pale, calm, and had that certain look in his eye. He could already tell what he was. Decades of his practice gave him a keen eye to spot that kind from a mile away.

His instinct was to pride for information, to hunt the vampire. But that wasn’t his life anymore. It was something he was ready to give up after past experiences. He knew they weren’t all monsters. So long as they put an effort. He didn’t want to kill before they became farel anymore.

He gave a stirn stare for a moment. Contemplating his next move. And whether or not to reveal his knowledge. And stood quiet. Most would mistaken for someone too drunk to speak. But a vampire would know better.

“Drunks would be an easy target I suppose.” He said calmly. “But someone is bound to notice you sooner or later so out in the open. Still honing your tactics I see.”

Island Fever

cyreus-virgil:

Virgil’s day off started tranquil enough. The sun hitting him dead in the eye woke him up after sleeping in, as if telling him he must enjoy the bright, warm day. Normally he’d start off with breakfast. But it being his day off he thought to himself he could have a cheat day, and see what the restaurants here were like.

As soon as he stepped out he could already hear children playing outside, and rattling sound of bicycle chains down the street. He was something he wasn’t used to. But warmly welcomed. And drove to s commercial district not too far away.

Today didn’t seem particularly busy. Even though he considered this time of day a bit late. It was still early enough that most would still be getting dressed, or going about their morning routines.

He was getting hungry, so he just walked into the restaurant he parked closest to. And was immediately greeted. He replied with a calm smile, walking up to a table.

“Good morning!” The waitress working quickly hid her phone, and approached the guest. Giving him a menu.

“How are you doing today?” Ace asked him, stepping up to the table next to the waitress. A part of him knew he was sort of stepping on her toes, and on her first day, too… but this was his first ever customer, and she had plenty of prior experience as a waitress! He’d apologize to Aliyah later, when he could school his face into anything but a grin.

Ace smiled warmly and let her get her notepad out and ready for drink orders.

Virgil didn’t think much of the intrusion. He was the first customer after all. He made himself comfortable. Moving himself, creating a groove in the chair.

“This is quite a nice place.” Virgil softly proclaimed while glancing at the menu.

“I.. will have a tea. Unsweetened, and a veggie omelette. Egg whites if you’d be so kind.”

Day at the Pier/ Open

siennaleecyreus

cyreus-virgil:

He found her voice very soothing. Almost hypnotic. When ever she spoke it was difficult for him to focus on anything, and not from lack of interest of the conversation at hand.

“No. Actually umm. I uhh. I just moved, from a place very different from here.” He gave a curtious smile while the two stared out, while the ocean the ocean seemed to orchestrate a ballet for them to gaze at.

He mostly kept to himself, and giving up information about himself was something he almost never did. It had become almost become second nature for Virgil to avoid such subjects. But something was different. The brillianceof her voice continued to echoe in his head. Embracing him with comfort and an overwhelming sense of calm. What ever this was he wasn’t properly equipped to counter such a spell. Whether it was intended or not didn’t matter.

“I actually come from New Mexico. It’s in the U.S. it has an ocean as well. An ocean of dirt that is. Nothing like here.”

The echoing stopped, and he felt silly for letting his guard down. But there’s no way such harmless information could bare any consequence. Right?

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

She raised her eyebrows, “New Mexico, huh? So that’s what your accent is. I actually lived in America a couple of years ago. I was up in Maine. Although I’m originally from England, but that was a long time.”

She sighed and watching as the waves chased children up the sand. Things had been much simpler back then. She knew where to go and what to do and who to be. Now… now she ha a goal but she had no clue how to make it happen. It would be nice if her parents were around to arrange everything for her again.

“You know the beaches in England suck too. They’re all pebbles, none of this beautiful white sand. Even so, I miss it. I want to go back, but at the same time I’m scared to because i know it will be different. I don’t want to find that my home isn’t there anymore and i dont want to feel like a stranger in my own country.”

Loneliness washed over her as she spoke words that uncovered how she really she felt. Speaking with a stranger meant the conversation could go anywhere and her mind had taken the opportunity. She was a much more entertaining conversationalist when she was repressing this stuff.

She pushed those thoughts back down and grinned at the man. They’d just met and she’d revealed too much about herself.

“I’m sorry, that really brought the mood down. This sunset is too spectacular to waste on that sort of talk.”

“It’s no problem at all. It’s good to vent.” He did find her conversation odd however. Not because it was upsetting, but her traveling and her age were a bit off. She looked no older than 19, and yet she was old enough to have roots in several places, she spent years in.

He started to examine her a bit more closely. Is it possible she’s one of them? One of the monsters he used to hunt. No, no of course not. That’s silly. He knew how to spot werewolves and vampires far too well to not immediately notice one. Maybe she just looked for her age. Or maybe she started moving around very young.

Either way hunting was something he has little interest in now. And only kept his weapons incase he absolutely had to use them. Not to bring his war all the way out here. Where he was alone.

It was just about night fall now. With only a soft glow in the horizon as the only remaining spek of sunlight. And couldn’t help but shake she seemed a bit too young for so much experience. But she definitely had no signs of being a vampire or a werewolf. It just didn’t make sense.

Virgil fought with the idea for some time. Unsure of how to reply. Finally he just quickly glanced up at her.

“Youve been through a lot for someone so young. How old are you?”

Discovering Cyreus/Broken-Commandments (still open)

Today’s shift was especially cruel. It seemed like every single car was due today, and of course that was Virgil’s fault for some reason. Before going home he decided he needed a beer to calm the nerves with a few coworkers at a bar.

They all bought several rounds and wings to forget their troubles. Virgil was the only one that didn’t eat any. His stomach didn’t have the tolerance for foods like that, and sipped on a single beverage for some time.

The evening had long reached its apex. And most of the crew had left back to their homes and families. And Virgil had wondered off to enjoy some quiet outside. Leaving his remaining coworkers inside to finish their night.

Not many people were there, he enjoyed that. And started to walk back to his car. And ran into a few groups of friends most likely bar hopping. One particularly caught his attention. A teenager maintaining a constant distance from them. Probably just some high school kid gathering the courage to use his fake id. It was too dark to get a good look at him, but he could make enough to see he was way too young to be at a bar.

“Hey kid.” Virgil announced, not necessarily yelling. “Aren’t you a bit young to be around here?”

Island Fever

Ace rubbed his hands together. Excitement bubbled inside of him, leaking into his growing grin. Today was the day. He would finally be opening the doors to his brand new restaurant- Island Fever. Ace had worked for nearly a year, raising money and securing a lease and spending countless nights kept awake by aching muscles and stress. He’d been so determined- so set on fulfilling his dream- that he’d barely made any friends on the island. Which was definitely out of character.

He walked to the front of the store, smiled at the tired waitress, and checked his watch. It was a bit early, but…. To hell with it, today was the day!

Ace unlocked the door and flipped the sign. Glancing through the windows, he hummed. Then he walked back to the counter and waited. And waited. And waited. Ace’s grin had fallen and his waitress had snuck her phone out by the time the door finally chimed, a sweet harmony to the background music’s soothing Jimmy Buffett verses. Ace stood up straight, excitement rushing back full force. “Hello!”

Virgil’s day off started tranquil enough. The sun hitting him dead in the eye woke him up after sleeping in, as if telling him he must enjoy the bright, warm day. Normally he’d start off with breakfast. But it being his day off he thought to himself he could have a cheat day, and see what the restaurants here were like.

As soon as he stepped out he could already hear children playing outside, and rattling sound of bicycle chains down the street. He was something he wasn’t used to. But warmly welcomed. And drove to s commercial district not too far away.

Today didn’t seem particularly busy. Even though he considered this time of day a bit late. It was still early enough that most would still be getting dressed, or going about their morning routines.

He was getting hungry, so he just walked into the restaurant he parked closest to. And was immediately greeted. He replied with a calm smile, walking up to a table.

“Good morning!” The waitress working quickly hid her phone, and approached the guest. Giving him a menu.

Day at the Pier/ Open

siennaleecyreus

cyreus-virgil:

Virgil casually glanced back, puzzled by the eccentric reply. Perhaps she was just from a part of the world where that dialect is normal. It was tourist season after all.

“I guess you’re right.” He replied with a small chuckle and an awkward smile. “The ocean does have a very soothing sound.”

Virgil took a few steps to the side, allowing her the opportunity to learn against the wooden railing of the board walk. And turned his head to see what appeared to be a young woman. “I’m Virgil by the way.”

The seabreeze gave her a reassuring carress and enouraged her to close the distance between them. She examined the man before her. Dark hair that hung to his shoulder and a store jaw, accompanied by the familiar sensation of mortality. He seemed harmless enough.

Sienna grinned and return the introduction. “Lovely. I’m Sienna. So, do you live here or are you on holiday?”

Skyler had told her about a few really cool places he took tourists and she really wanted an excuse to visit some of them. There was this one cave full of crystals deep in the surrounding forest and apparently they all glowed at night. There were also some really beautiful islands nearby that were home to penguins and seals, or maybe they were selkies, she hand’t had a chance to look into it yet.

It was also handy to keep tabs on all the tourists in town in case she needed to feed. It hadn’t been too long since her last meal so the cravings were subdue for now.

He found her voice very soothing. Almost hypnotic. When ever she spoke it was difficult for him to focus on anything, and not from lack of interest of the conversation at hand.

“No. Actually umm. I uhh. I just moved, from a place very different from here.” He gave a curtious smile while the two stared out, while the ocean the ocean seemed to orchestrate a ballet for them to gaze at.

He mostly kept to himself, and giving up information about himself was something he almost never did. It had become almost become second nature for Virgil to avoid such subjects. But something was different. The brillianceof her voice continued to echoe in his head. Embracing him with comfort and an overwhelming sense of calm. What ever this was he wasn’t properly equipped to counter such a spell. Whether it was intended or not didn’t matter.

“I actually come from New Mexico. It’s in the U.S. it has an ocean as well. An ocean of dirt that is. Nothing like here.”

The echoing stopped, and he felt silly for letting his guard down. But there’s no way such harmless information could bare any consequence. Right?

Day at the Pier/ Open

The sun softly glittered over the horizon, making the water sparkle, and dance in front of it, as sunset, slowly began to approach. Virgil leaned over the pier, letting himself be hypnotized by the moving water and try and rid his memories of the last few months. As the days went on, moving to Cyreus Cove seemed and more like the right move.Virgil was starting to learn that he was actually quite fond of the sea.It seemed scary at first, but something about seemed irresistible now. it may just be the overwhelming beauty, but to him, it didn’t feel that simple. He’d probably take up sailing soon.

The illusion didn’t last long. soon the smell of all the deep fried they sold at the small stands along the boardwalk quickly knocked him back into reality. Just the smell was too much grease for him. The loaner stater to stray away from the general public, and started down the path paved with wooden planks along the ground.Leaving behind the main tourist attractions while he strayed away towards a boat dock. It was much more quiet here, populated mainly by couples seeking solitude, just as he did so they may enjoy the scenic view in peace. and small groups of people that had just finished docking their boat after a fun afternoon out at sea.

Virgil walked up to a wooden rail along the boardwalk, and gave a small smile, looking out to steadily setting sun. Glancing at someone that had been along the same path for a bit.

“So I’m guessing you’re trying to enjoy some quiet as well? Or are you just following me?” He loudly mumbled with a joking tone in his voice.

siennaleecyreus

Sienna walked along the boardwalk, gazing out to sea. The water lapped at the sand invitingly, but there were too many people about to go swimming here. She had been feeling the pull of the ocean all day. The heat of the summer sun had made it that much more difficult to stay on land, but during this time of year the beaches were too crowded and there were too many boats on the water to go during the day. Sometimes humans were the worst! She let out a sigh. Just a few more hours and the sun would be gone.

Water withdrawals were only the start of her problems today. Her rent was due soon and her pod had still not send her any provisions. How was she supposed to pay for anything in the meantime? Her school fees were also coming in, and she was getting fed up with borrowing clothes from her landlord. Perhaps the witches in town had a money potion or something.

She looked up distracted momentarily from her worries by a voice. A man stood a short way up the boardwalk. Had he been talking to her? She scrambled to recall what he’d said, she’d only been half listening. Something about aboutbeing followed and the area being quiet.

“I was… uh, I wasn’t following you,” she bumbled, “I also don’t like the quiet. Don’t worry you’re not too quiet! Besides the sea is always there to fill in any uncomfortable silences.” She grinned at the man, hoping that reply had been appropriate for the question he asked.

Virgil casually glanced back, puzzled by the eccentric reply. Perhaps she was just from a part of the world where that dialect is normal. It was tourist season after all.

“I guess you’re right.” He replied with a small chuckle and an awkward smile. “The ocean does have a very soothing sound.”

Virgil took a few steps to the side, allowing her the opportunity to learn against the wooden railing of the board walk. And turned his head to see what appeared to be a young woman. “I’m Virgil by the way.”

Day at the Pier/ Open

The sun softly glittered over the horizon, making the water sparkle, and dance in front of it, as sunset, slowly began to approach. Virgil leaned over the pier, letting himself be hypnotized by the moving water and try and rid his memories of the last few months. As the days went on, moving to Cyreus Cove seemed and more like the right move.Virgil was starting to learn that he was actually quite fond of the sea.It seemed scary at first, but something about seemed irresistible now. it may just be the overwhelming beauty, but to him, it didn’t feel that simple. He’d probably take up sailing soon.

The illusion didn’t last long. soon the smell of all the deep fried they sold at the small stands along the boardwalk quickly knocked him back into reality. Just the smell was too much grease for him. The loaner stater to stray away from the general public, and started down the path paved with wooden planks along the ground.Leaving behind the main tourist attractions while he strayed away towards a boat dock. It was much more quiet here, populated mainly by couples seeking solitude, just as he did so they may enjoy the scenic view in peace. and small groups of people that had just finished docking their boat after a fun afternoon out at sea.

Virgil walked up to a wooden rail along the boardwalk, and gave a small smile, looking out to steadily setting sun. Glancing at someone that had been along the same path for a bit.

“So I’m guessing you’re trying to enjoy some quiet as well? Or are you just following me?” He loudly mumbled with a joking tone in his voice.

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Please welcome Chris to Cyreus Cove! They will be playing Virgil Guzman. Chris, you have 24 hours to create a blog and send it to us.

This is the account.

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