NoLa Unchained Starters

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[leonshepard]

The sun had already set by the time Leon left the law firm.  Like clockwork, the man rushed home to his lonely apartment to change out of his penguin suit.  Most evenings, he get into his workout clothes and run a few miles to help blow off some steam.  However, a job was not going to cut it.  No, he needed a drink or two after the week he has been having.  Leon found himself at a local establishment and upon entering, he felt a sense of magic around him but merely shrugged it off as he headed towards the bar.  “Whiskey neat,” he ordered as his dazzling blue eyes wandered around the place. Usually one to keep to himself, he decided to branch out a little.  After all, it was getting rather lonely.  “Come here often?”

[roadmosttaken]

Everything hurt but at least her pride was intact. There had been a murder in the community and ever council and pack and coven had turned inwards to root out the perpetrator. It was almost laughable that her coven suspected her. Like she would be stupid enough to leave evidence of what she had done. Because the scene displayed signs of ritual her coven had almost immediately called her in for interrogation. Never had Helena cursed her reputation more than when she was lead into the room and sat the lone chair there. 

They had started with just asking her abut her involvement with the murder which of course she denied. She had nothing to do with it but it seemed the higher ups in her coven didn’t agree. Even telling the truth wasn’t enough for them to believe her. A little bit more of her faith in the coven slipped when she was held down and their means of interrogation.

Honestly she didn’t remember everything. She had been dumped out onto the street a little while ago and had been trying to stumble home since then. Helena knew she was bleeding but wasn’t sure from where. Her leg kept collapsing out from under her so walking was slow going. If it wasn’t for sheer power of will she would have given up. She fell again, leaning against the wall heavily before she slid down. Maybe just a little bit of a rest. 

She had only been there a moment when a shadow came over her. “Whoever it is, fuck off.” She mumbled through bloody lips, her eyes closed. @nola-starters​

[darren-reyes]

Darren had never been much for socializing, that much anyone who actually knew him was well aware of. So when he wanted to get out of his home and explore the city for a while? The werewolf had a tendency to avoid heavily socialized areas such as restaurants and bars. The less people he had to talk to? The better it would be for everyone- especially him. Because then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be social, to enjoy people, to even feel the same things others did. So the more rural parts of the city were the palaces the werewolf had a tendency to go. And for the ruins were one of his favorite locations. Fort Macomb had long been known as a hangout for the supernatural- though generally speaking they gathered usually during specific kinds of days. So that day? Well, that day he was mostly free to do what he wanted. Until, of course, the man sensed someone coming. Pausing just inside the run down building the werewolf waited, watching to see who else was out there that day- or in that city? More accurately what.

[jez-dragoumis]

Coeur De Magie wasn’t exactly her favorite place in the city to go shopping simply because there were far too many tourists but the fact that many witches in the city did in fact work there and she could get supplies she needed- real supplies rather than silly or stupid things. Usually Jez kept a good supply of things for her spells or potions in her apartment so she could go shopping as infrequently as possible- but that also meant having to go there and stocking up. So once purchasing a bunch of things from the secret stock and gripping the shopping bag tightly in her hand the woman made her way out of the store, wanting to get away from there as quickly as possible. Closing the door behind her the witch turned rather quickly to head down the street- too quickly. But her chaos brain had been pretty much driving her bonkers for quite a while and so when she literally slammed into someone? It wasn’t surprising. “Sorry,” the blonde muttered, taking a step back. “Clearly I wasn’t paying attention.”

[roadmosttaken]

Helena downed she drink quickly and gasped as the spell infused took hold. She was out alone which might be odd for most people but not for her. Other than the recent flurry of social interaction from her cousins she wasn’t usually surrounded by people. Even hanging out with Ry didn’t happen on a regular basis. So here she was kinda drunk on magic and alone in the middle of a club. Helena closed her eyes and let the music wash over her before wandering onto the dance floor. 

Danse Feerique was one of few clubs Helena would visit. Mostly she liked it because she knew it was hidden from humans and she didn’t need to hide anything. Nothing could beat spell infused drinks and a feeling of literal magic in the air though. Maybe she’d had a little too much, maybe the floor was wet, maybe her heels were too high. Either way she ended up stumbling into someone as she danced and turned to see who she’d almost taken off their feet. @nola-starters​

[rydell-lafontaine]

Why was spring suddenly the season where everyone who wanted new ink had a habit to come out? One would think after a few years Rydell would be accustomed to that by then. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t worked at Voodoo Tattoo through at least two springs already and yet it seemed to get more chaotic with each passing years. Her hours were becoming far longer than she cared for; the people somehow more annoying though she hadn’t believed that possible.

For the first time in what felt like weeks the werewolf had been able to take a long enough break to step out of the shop. It wasn’t overly long and was really just able to make her way towards Sacred Grounds and grab some magically infused coffee to keep herself awake for longer. Getting her drink to go, of course, the woman made her way back towards the shop, contemplating taking a few days off soon to get away from dealing with too many people. And yet as she made her way back towards the parlor? She knew that she probably wouldn’t.

[persephone-moreau]

While for a while there seemed to be an intake in dead bodies coming into the funeral parlor? There had now been a suddenly sharp drop in the amount of bodies showing up again. It was more than likely a good thing, knowing that there wasn’t a huge chunk of their city suddenly dying off like that. She never got comfortable in the drops in death because it never seemed to last. But she appreciated it nonetheless. Especially since it meant she was less exhausted when she headed to her second job.

That day had been a particularly slow during her shift at the funeral home and so by the time she made her way to Southern Jewel to start her shift there she wasn’t exhausted- which was a nice change. The restaurant was a little busier than normal for that early in the day but, admittedly, Del enjoyed it. Because working at the restaurant and talking to the people there made her days enjoyable. And so when the door to the restaurant opened and the bell above it jingled she waved slightly to indicate she knew they were there without turning around. “Take a seat. I’ll be right with you.”

[celnsteln]

   Loup-Garou , was surprisingly his new favorite quiet spot, somewhere in the back of the place. Silent as he drank from his cup every once and a while having a brief chat. Unsurprising a few police officers of other species greeted him. Some welcoming the new comer with brief chat. For a moment he was zoning out into the bourbon, people referred to the feeling as ‘call of the void’ similar to suddenly wanting to step off a cliff or drive into traffic, having almost ignored the person standing in front of his table - he spoke before looking. “Please sit, seats are empty.”

[beau-mccallum]

It has nearing two years since the last time Beau had been on an actual date.  You need to put yourself out there. Stop worrying about everyone else and enjoy yourself.  The wise words his friend reiterated every so often in hopes of getting the man out on the dating the scene.  With the assistance of the said friend, they created a profile and in just a few days time, he had numerous messages from all walks of life.  Somehow by the wonders of the cosmic universe, he matched with am extremely handsome man and the two hit things off rather quickly.  After messaging back and forth for a couple of weeks, the two arranged to meet in person.  This of course, sent Beau in a craze of trying to pick the right outfit and create a mental list of topics for them to discuss.

At the agreed upon location, Beau’s knee bounced up and down under the table cloth as his eyes wandered around the restaurant in hopes of seeing their face from the profile picture.  All of this was new to him, he showed up twenty minutes early and now nearly an hour and a half passed since the person he met over the internet was supposed to meet him for what was labeled as a date in their chat.  An exasperated sigh left his lips as Beauregard leaned back in the chair, lacing his fingers at the back of his head.

“Sir, it has been almost two hours since you arrived and all you have ordered is a drink.”

His eyes looked darted up towards the server as he placed his hands on his lap completely mortified, “I—I’m sorry, they must be running late.  I will just have another glass of your finest Merlot.  In fact just bring the bottle.”  By the expression alone from the server it was evident that he was obviously stood up.

[maxnormalcy]

   Open.

It wasn’t weird to her, dropping off the goods from class to the kids on her block. The girls got smart, started selling her stuff and taking one for themselves. She had to commend them for it, this week it was all focused on the different types of cookies and Spring around meant girl scout cookie competition, so when she approached the non-girl scouts she offered some advice. “Listen up girls, these here are the best of the best cooked with love not in a generic box so make sure you shout that they are ‘home made’ - even if they aren’t made in your kitchen. They’ll beat those girl scouts for sure.” Giving a thumbs up, taking a moment to unpack the containers before parting ways.. She didn’t make it far when she noticed an adult having watched the whole scene. 

   “Um.. I know them – I mean - like.. um.. it’s not that weird. I swear.”

[laurelxpark]

Spring had officially hit New Orleans and the weather was starting to warm up. Many people assumed that once the weather warmed that the tea shop would somehow become less busy. But that was rarely the case. People had a tendency to enjoy tea throughout the year. And more than that? The tea shop catered to the supernatural community and many of their products were infused with magic. The truth was that people wanted magical items during every season. Especially the people who went there to ensure better sleep or to stop nightmares. Some of them even were looking for ways to deal with their fertility. Whatever the case may be, they often felt more comfortable coming to the tea shop because it was casual and very few questions were asked. Unless, of course, they were asking for something that would harm someone.

Turning the sign in the window around for the day to imply that they were in fact open Laurel made her way over to sit behind the counter once more, opening back up the book that she kept behind the counter to help her stay occupied while she waited for a customer to come in. While the shop may always get customers the truth was that she had a tendency to get to spend a good deal of time on her own. But inevitably, she knew, that someone would come in. @nola-starters​

[osullivanss]

Cain punched his pool cue forward, careful to keep his strength level and not send the ball flying off the table and into 77′s wall. He’d done it on more than one occasion and was tired of wedging funds out of his paycheck to repair the damages. The ball rolled forward, cracking against his target and sending it bouncing over the walls, rolling across the green carpeting before stopping just in front of the hole. “Little shit,” Cain cursed, as though the ball were to blame for the lost point instead of his own skill. He took a swig of his beer, nodding to his fellow player. “Don’t get cocky. I’m still gonna kick your ass.” He pointed his finger to emphasize his point before draining the cup. 

He’d always been better at darts, but there was no way in hell he was letting a pathetic game get its way with him, let alone an opposing player.

[roadmosttaken]

The moon wasn’t full but she was out basking in the moonlight anyway. Helena did this every now and again, she wandered out into the bayou to reconnect with nature. She had left her clothes up on the bank as she waded waist deep into the murky waters, unafraid of anything that might lurk below. Anything with a brain knew to avoid her, her magic alone let out a warning to any creature that might try and consider her prey. She murmured a few words, praising nature for her power as she smoothed the water over her body. Helena fell the hum of power as she repeated her ritual, a smile on her lips as she felt herself centred in nature. Until she felt a presence. 

Turning her head she reached out, using her magic to pull whoever it was out into the moonlight so she could see them. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to spy on people?” @nola-starters​

[lydiaxabernathy]

lydia had grown used to the tours and the people and the noise of the city. but then again she always enjoyed the soft noises a city made. having spent her morning outside, cup of tea and knitting she finally got ready for her day. her crafting classes were starting again. she was a big fan of making her life as normal as possible, despite everything about it not being normal. she was a just a young woman running a shop with her husband, and as long as she kept that mentality it was normal. part of running that shop was taking flyers to different coffee shops and bars leaving small advertisements of the shop wherever she could. rushing out the front door she called out by to monty and started at the first shop hanging up a sign.

[magicallyhestia]

Hestia had her place to read cards but she wasn’t in her usual place working. Reading tourist was easy, and when she needed a little extra money reading cards came in handy. But today, today she was just sitting outside, drinking coffee and trying to focus. Her brain had been scattered and it made her cranky, it was on her written all over her features, those cold blue eyes focused. Her grandmother was a big help when it came to helping Hestia. Her father had always just lived with the burden of the visions, let it take over his life and couldn’t control it. When she lived with her grandmother she gave her the tarot cards to focus and channel all that was going on in her head. So that’s what she did. 

Placing her grandmother’s shawl on the table. Hestia shuffled her deck, it was one of her favorite decks, and she placed the cards on the table. One stuck to the back of her hand and she sighed. Placing that one aside she laid out her cards in the way they told her and flipped one over. “hmmm, well that’s a good way to start.” Hestia wasn’t necessarily reading her own cards but she never really knew until the end. 

[medeaxbarnes-deactivated2021071]

The oranges were in bloom on her tree, but the only problem was that it was growing taller than she was. Medea had always had a green thumb, but she had to admit having magic definitely helped a bit. However, she was always the person to pick them without magic, actually liking the act of climbing through the trees and finding the right ones. She had her eyes on a particular orange, arms reaching as best she could when she grabbed it. Only problem was she lost her balance and the orange wasn’t the only thing falling out of the tree. Laying the ground, she sat up to see someone looking down at her. “I promise you, it was worth it. Only the best oranges grow like this one.” She smiled, holding it up in front of her. 

[thefcdproject]

Thankfully Alex’s mood was very different from the last time he had visited 77. No longer did he have any reason to mope, though he couldn’t deny it did sting a little that it was the first time away from Texas to celebrate his goddaughter’s birthday. But they’d Skyped and he’d been able to send her her gift, so it wasn’t too big of a deal. The most important thing was that life was good. It felt a little weird to have his own love life figured out while Cass was still having trouble with Cassidy, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that matter. He just hated that Cassidy affected her so much. Of course he worried about her and had plenty of others things in his life to think about, but Lilith was going to take up more and more of his time. It wasn’t a bad thing in any way at all. After the day in the bakery, Lilith had been the one to occupy most of his thoughts anyway. Now his thoughts didn’t have to be anything besides positive. He looked up as he heard some shouting in another part of the bar, a woman yelling at a guy Alex could only assume was her boyfriend before she dramatically poured a drink over his head and stormed out of the building. Turning back to his whiskey, Alex cocked his head. “Looks like they’re having a good night.”