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[xlondon-redcliffx]

Evening Sketches| Open

London had been working on his sketches all day, hoping to draw something good then redo it in paints and make an actually piece out of it, but so far all he’d gotten down were a few trees and some little birds he’d seen sitting on an iron rod fence. Walking through the town the boy made his way to the closest cafe for dinner, a pastry and maybe a hot chocolate, because the child in him needed it’s daily sweet craving, and he figured he could always eat dinner later. Pausing by the door, the boy paused to figure out if he wanted to sit inside or outside.

[sophielattimore-blog]

Midnight Melody

Sophie used to be scared of the dark. She was the little girl who would slam off her bedroom light and then jump under the covers as fast as she could. Even when she was older, the night would prickle at the base of her neck.

Not in Salt Creek though. And of course the irony wasn’t lost on her, that she should be unafraid in a place that was steeped in darkness. But she locked her front door behind her, and went for a walk at midnight. Alone...still not sure who she was, or where she was going.

In the end she found a small park, settling down on a swing, lightly kicking at the earth before her feet. She sang out softly to herself, thoughtlessly, no song in particular, just a myriad of lyrics...until footsteps sounded behind her.

Usually she’d flinch, flee, assume the worst and try to hide. But tonight Sophie didn’t move, didn’t even bother to look over her shoulder. “I’m sorry...you didn’t have dips on this swing, did you?”

[xxbeautifullybrokenxx]

Sweets and Treats| Open

Arashi was in a sweets mood, so he moved down the road with a purpose, heading to the diner he was so used to going to in ordered to get the drink. He stepped in, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes running quickly over the setting. He asked for a window seat and quickly moved to sit down, smiling at the waitress quickly ordering a chocolate pastry and a hot chocolate with extra whip. Sitting and waiting for his stuff, Arashi let his ash eyes wander to look out the window.

[patrickanselmi-blog]

All Night

There were definitely benefits to the vampires being known members of society. Once upon a time his kind would swoop out onto the town and have to search so hard for places that were still awake; neon signs still on, cooks still in the kitchen. There were plenty of places for them to eat, but there had never been a lot of establishments left open for them to just sit in. 

Salt Creek, however, was rife with all night coffee shops, bistros, diners. The coffee shops were Patrick’s favorite, and at just shy of midnight, he was sitting by a window, going through all the paperwork the college had given him. Some of the humans had dropped the class when they’d learned a vampire would be teaching it. A somewhat sad inconvenience, but Patrick didn’t dawdle on it.

The door swung open with the arrival of a new patron, and the wind stole a few papers from beneath his fingertips, leading them to the floor where the vampire chased him. This, of course, lead to his fingers suddenly being beneath the newcomer’s feet. He saw the alarm on their face but immediately smiled. “No worries, I didn’t even feel that. Just wanted to save the paperwork from any shoe prints.”

[oflifeblood]

Where dark things tread || Open

“That’s a mandrake root.” Janos approached the fair-goer who had entered his tent and taken interest in one of the items on a high shelf. The witch reached up to grasp the glass orb and brought it down to eye level so they could both get a better look. The small man-shaped root inside seemed to gently curl in on itself and then relax again as it slept. “It can be used as a powerful herb to boost fertility. It’s shriek can also leave an enemy deaf, or it can be placed under their bed to induce madness. At least that’s what the stories say.”

[oflostpower]

Moira was struggling with a crate of fresh herbs, continual pausing to switch her hand positioning as she tried to figure out how to hold the awkward thing. The fair was always a big time to sell for them, and often drove more customers to come into their shop afterwards. Trying to manage their inventory between the two shop fronts with the full moon just around the corner was proving to be a nightmare for the coyote shifter. And when someone bumped into the struggling girl, sending the crate crashing to the ground with the soundtrack of shattering glass and ceramic highlighting the dramatic moment - well she couldn’t be blamed for it.

Though she’d be grateful for it later, the woman found herself struggling as someone grabbed her wrist just before she managed to swing on the guy. Her claws were extended, her teeth barred in a snarl as she yelled at the frightened fair-goer who caused the disaster. “Get lost buddy!”

[max-harrison-blog1]

texts | Wrong Number

Max: I swear, I didn't steal your toaster.

Max: Cut me some slack.

[max-harrison-blog1]

Unlocked

Was this idea crazy? Yeah it was. But then again, crazy has always been synonymous with his name. At first it was just a playful thought. Then it was the natural streak of rebelliousness had sparked the desire in him. Stealing trinkets and money from a house is nothing – that’s child’s play to Max. And he missed it horribly. Moving to Salt Creek was mainly to hide away and make sure he was never found by the authorities or practically anyone else he had pissed off in the United Kingdom. But Max ached for the day he was able to climb walls, throw himself over them and streak across a field undetected because his calibrators had done their job. Now was the opportunity to do it again. This time, it wasn’t for anyone else, it was mainly due to Max’s curiosity to the huge estates around the suburbs and his desire to see what’s inside. He works for no one and this gave Max much more a thrill.

He planned for days, keeping the idea to himself. That itching under his skin grew day by day and when the fateful day came, everything was going smoothly. He had a grace period of 30 minutes – that was when the security guys in the estate would patrol to the other side of the humongous house, leaving this particular locale unmonitored save for a few cameras. Max grinned by the time he reached the window, proud of himself for getting this far. Now onto the… His mind was whirring as he picked the lock at the window and slipped inside.