#bvhqevent

[meredithadley-blog]

Location: Harlan Johnson’s Cornfield.

Who: Everybody and then some.

The last thing that Meredith wanted to do was sit around with a bunch of community members she didn’t particularly know, trying to gather moral for the town in times of despair when (admittedly) she felt as though her life was going down the toilet. It wasn’t, at the end of the day — she still had a wonderful job and a roof over her head, food in her belly as well, but her relationship was trashed and for the time being that was enough for the woman to consider alcoholism as a permanent profession. It was with a heavy heart that the woman would walk onto the grass in front of her, breaking the barrier of contact between her and the event she had been invited too.

It was a plan to meet a couple of her friends but, alas, she had come alone and would have to go on the hunt for them at her own accord. Bitches, Meredith thought in a rather sarcastic way, knowing that the only one deserving of the word right now was her. Getting caught in her own tangled web of thoughts, the woman didn’t realize that she had run directly into another person, side swiping them with her vigorous walking.

“Oh, Christ. I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.” She spoke out loud, allowing her hands to find the person on their arms so that they wouldn’t completely wipe out. “Got stuck in my own head. My eyes froze over.” The woman allowed a soft smile to land on her lips, hoping that the person she had just plowed down wouldn’t rip her head off for her less than exhuberant exterior.

[caitlynnoire-blog]

The first thought that soundlessly echoed through her mind was she liked the fliers. She stared at it quite a bit longer than a normal person would trying to figure out how something called a ‘murder mystery’ could look so cheerful. Silently she judged because the flyer wasn’t even a slight tone of orange - and that was a problem. Perhaps she should turn away, violence and murder were never part of her manthra.

Caitlyn almost misses the actor giving a small kick to the person. A loud gasp emits from her lips as she leans foward. “Sorry! Hi I’m Cait!” Then she noticed the crimson material surrounding the figure and quickly placed the flyer over her mouth to cover the squeal that threatened to peak. This was all fake. This wasn’t a real murder. She careully tries to maneuver away from the faux body, but she keeps looking back at it. The worry and motherly concern draws her facial features together in the center. 

The mayor’s theatrics almost make her leap out of her skin, but instead she clashes with the person beside her hard. “Did you hear that a murder?!” Caitlyn mirrored the theatrics of the mayor, but she was quite serious in her slight panic. “Oh sorry. Sorry. I got scared.” She frowned realizing that she probably shouldn’t cling onto strangers like they’re a savior of sorts.”Do you think the killer drank all the orange juice?”

[viennaoclair]

Regardless of how the years had passed, Vienna wasn't so sure she would ever get used to the magical enhancements that the town had come into over the years. The magical P.A. system had scared her half to death the first time she'd heard it- having been way out past the edges of the bustling town center- where she was sure no soul would have ever found her. Tonight she'd been a lot closer. Didn't startle as easy as she used to. Vi had hardly fought against the overwhelming urge to make her way to the Mayor's mansion- surrendering to the idea that whatever event might... Not be so terrible, considering the alternative. Which was nothing. Vienna grasped one of the colorful flyers and inspected it carefully, moving through the grand archway of the Sweeny House with a renewed sense of curiosity. As many times as she'd wandered or driven by, she'd never been inside— to say that it was a far cry from her humble raisings would be a gross understatement. "Do you think they actually use all of these rooms?" Vi wondered aloud, having caught the movement of a stranger out of the corner of her eye. "Honestly. A study and a library? Frivolous."

[bennettdelaney-blog]

Location: Harlan Johnson’s Cornfield.

Who: Anybody, surprise me.

Community social events were often an iffy subject for a man like Bennett Delaney. Despite the fact that he had been living in Blackvale for more than a year, the man was still struggling to find his place in the town outside of the hospital — this was made especially hard by the fact that, in most cases, he spent the majority of his time at work or thinking about being at work. He had developed the mindset in his early twenties that, at the end of the day, his work ethic was one thing that he could continue to improve on. It could only get better than the day before he had decided and, with a bit of luck and patience, everything had worked out for him well so far.

Blackvale was definitely a step in a different direction for the man, his high-end suits and lavish lifestyle not meshing overly well with the general vibe that the town gave off. But, ultimately, this was where the man was to build a life for the next couple of years — at the very least until he finished his fellowship and was offered a position elsewhere. And so, with that in mind, the practicing doctor would find himself parking his father’s old (and rather beaten up) truck just outside of the event as he stepped out. He had opted for a more casual look, the dress shirt being left behind and replaced with a navy colored shirt, the sleeves rolled up for the sake of aesthetic. Hands in pockets, the man moved toward the event, giving a pleasant nod and crooked smile to a few passersby.

“So tell me, what should I check out first? It’s my first of these kinds of shindigs.” Bennett murmured to the person standing beside him, someone who seemed to be trying to decide where to go in a similar fashion to how he was.

[sbardot-blog]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 › 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝.

Nothing like the smell of freshly spilled blood to wake a grown man up. That, plus the faint aroma of stale liquor and ball sweat, which this place certainly permeates after a night like tonight. These were Sawyer’s parting thoughts as he looked up from his crouched position, the fraying in his jeans nearly touching the crimson liquid that was still staining the floor beneath his feet. There was something exhilarating about working a newly discovered crime scene, something that put a pep in the man’s step — which ultimately would get him teased by his coworkers as the only time he had even the hint of a smile on his face was when somebody had been slit open. It was a dark way to live your life, sure, but at this point, the man had been doing so since he could remember — death and gore falling on flat eyes ever since he was a young boy. And even in the times when it got to him, seeped into the corners of his impressionable mind, the boy had his father to beat it out of him until he was seeing stars.

That was just the way the world worked. There was a pecking order and Sawyer had always known where he fell, even now, when everything seemed much more complicated than it ever had before.

He took a good, long breath in and stood himself up before he took his jacket back from the banister he had hung it on. They had already been at the scene for a good amount of time, Sawyer and his colleagues being some of the first officers to show up when they were called. It was being left now to the team of investigators to collect evidence and take witness statements, though talking to half-drunken monsters was not Sawyer’s idea of a good end of shift task. So instead, he took it upon himself to move about the main level of the house, listening to every creak in the floor and every rustle of the wind outside the tall, covered windows. He had always been a lone worker, which was why he had shuffled through more than a few partners in his years of working for the department — he had a way of doing things that, for the most part, other people didn’t understand. But that was the least of his worries.

Just before he had gotten stuck in his own head, the man turned when he heard someone shuffle into the room behind him. His brows furrowed, eyes squinted as he assessed the person who was staring back at him as though they had seen a ghost.

“Everything alright?” He choked out, voice hoarse and thick as he spoke.

[mrdevlinclery-blog]

Location: Projection Tower Open To: Anyone

“I, for one, think we should all come together and embrace the impending bloodshed that is no doubt on the horizon.” Surely his words were providing absolutely no assistance to the sheer terror which had overtaken the vast majority, the stifled groans of the dead only fueling their fear. His gun had long since run out of ammunition and without a surefire way to evade the swarm and replenish it, Dev relegated himself to acceptance that either Zeke would arrive to assist or this was potentially the end of the Clery lineage. He couldn’t imagine many would mourn it, himself included. “Anybody still have popcorn?”

[meredithadley-blog]

ᴼᴾᴱᴺ ᵀᴼ ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞᴼᴺᴱ ± ᴮᴱᴳᴵᴺᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ.

The cool, thick air rolled across Meredith’s warm exterior as she stepped from the familiar inside of Quinn’s to the street that stood just outside of the bar. The woman was only a couple of drinks down and despite wanting to stay longer, the breeze was a welcomed break. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, deciding to pull her hair back into a loose bun to aid in the cooling down of her naturally warm temperature. It was a wolf thing after all, but not something she had ever really gotten used too. She remembered the days with fondness when she found herself shivering or otherwise being cold to the touch. Though, she had to admit, becoming a wolf did have its perks.

But now was not the time to think about the past, despite the fact that even after a couple of beers, the woman still found herself wandering off with the shadows of the life she used to live. They threatened to constrict her breathing once again before, in an instant, the thick fog took all other worries away from her. The voice of the mayor, a familiar one, rang in her ears and she suddenly found herself moving without much care as to where she was going or why she was going there.

Almost as though she had been taken out of her body momentarily, Meredith eventually found herself at the mansion that belonged to the man who had previously caught her attention. It was beyond her as to why everybody was gathered in the same area until it was announced that the event of the evening was now in full swing. Very quickly, the raven-haired woman found herself being shuffled in amongst other townsmen and walking herself into a room that looked less than familiar.

“I’m too drunk for this. You think there’s water I can scam so I don’t ruin the carpet?” The woman quipped to a passerby, not particularly trying to make friends or otherwise start a conversation, but just trying to gauge everybody else’s take on what was happening.

[caitlynnoire-blog]

Open for anyone @ The Silo

Caitlyn had never been one to use guns. That was always Sarah’s forte, and she was a bad shot. She couldn’t hit a bull’s ass with a bass fiddle on a regular day. Though the wolf persona was more in tune with reality it wasn’t very sure how to work the instrument either. After an innocent fell down to the side of her, ribs exposed she quickly picked up the shiny metallic thing and aimed it towards the zombie that neared.

Except she froze and felt her heart break in place. Wolf or Human it didn’t matter when it came to her aunt. Dead when she failed to defeat Tiber for the alpha position, yet there she stood inches away slowly closing the distance. Caitlyn’s vision blurred as the wall of tears gathered and her hold on the gun started to tremble.

“Auntie.. you’re..you’re dead.” The mangled corpse let out some inaudible grunting noise. She knew she wasn’t alone near the silo, but her feet were planted in spot.

“Help. I can’t do it.” She whispered hoping someone was just an ear away.