#caelestisopen

[august-wynter]

Evenings were easier than daylight. Partly because he had grown so used to existing in the dark and using the early morning hours to sleep; since arriving there any day he managed to get out of his apartment without falling down the fire escape or out the front door felt like a victory. Half the time it didn’t happen and he wasn’t used to feeling clumsy but work was a necessity and so was attempting some degree of a normal life. Slinking around at night was, in theory, left to other creatures. 

It didn’t stop him from doing it occasionally though and right then, dusk heavy at his back and the false-light fading away, August felt oddly groggy and unfocused. It was that city making him lazy with a sense of implied security that he didn’t fully trust yet. Restless, heavy eyelids threatened to give out on him and he toyed with the notion of heading home, would have abanonded hs perch on the street-side bench, if not for a flicker of sound. 

His ears weren’t any sharper than most normal humans, a strange oddity compared to the sum of his kind, but strong enough to hear the rattle of motion when someone was around. He barely glanced up from his seat, things weren’t the way they used to be and every little sound wasn’t something horrible about to happen; he kept reminding himself of that. 

“I can hear you,” he remarked with an even tone too mulled with sleep to carry his usual degree of curiosity. 

[lucian-kyrkos-blog]

Lucian was lying down in The Alcove, enjoying the artificial weather as much as he could; a non-productive day, as some days were in Caelestis. He could only imagine the corruption in other sanctuaries - this place was ‘tranquil’ in comparison - yet crime was still very common. After all one has to take into consideration many of the sanctuary’s citizens came from poor and criminal backgrounds prior to entering the sanctuary. Out there, people had to become some form of criminal in order to survive, and it was natural for it to still happen here.

The warmth of the artificial lighting reminded him of the sun, and the air that was inhaled into his lungs seemed so pure and real - it was peaceful here, a place to forget about everything and everyone while he could. Just him and the reminder of his time before the fog had ruined and destroyed everyone’s lives throughout the entire world. 

Until he heard static on the radio attached to his uniform before a voice spoke more clearly: There’s been an assault reported just outside The Flux. Police on sight. One seriously injured with a stab wound. Medics arriving shortly. 

Sighing, Lucian rose himself from a bench deep within The Alcove. Although he didn’t need to go, he wanted to. Though at the moment he was without his partner. It didn’t matter too much. Under the influence no doubt, drugs might have been involved as all these types of assaults are. 

When he arrived at the scene, many had crowded around the victim and immediately Lucian hurriedly pushed his arm in front of the crowd. “Back off, everyone! This is a crime scene.”

Once the victim had been taken away, Lucian decided to approach one of the people that had witnessed the event. “Hey,” he spoke gently “Did you see what happened here? Did you see the one responsible?”

[cas-xavier-blog1]

After the event of the masquerade, the sanctuary had once become a dull miserable existence. There was little to excite Caspian, if it weren’t involving killing someone, and he doubted that the fights could provide the thrill that he needed. Old age getting to him, it seemed, he saw and experienced nothing that he hadn’t done so before. His life, while caged inside this goldfish bowl, was entirely fruitless. The only thing to make people seem more interesting was liquor, and even at that, he needed to consume ten times the amount anyone else needed to consume in order to even get tipsy.

Caspian sat at an empty table, looking at the others chatting away, dancing, laughing in front of him in Incognito. Glancing down at his drink, he lifted it up and downed it in one go, the warmth of it coating his throat. It was then when someone had decided to sit near opposite him at the empty seat beside him. Perhaps they didn’t even notice him sitting there considering how still he was being, as solid as a basilisk. 

“If you’re going to sit there, at least do something useful. Care to entertain me in conversation? Or perhaps you have a cigarette I can lend?”

[sad-enzo]

This week just wasn’t his week. Not only did it take an extended period of time to get into the sanctuary, but it seemed like the odds of almost everything were against him. His job had been lined up, but when he got out of quarantine he was significantly more tired than usual. It was a small blessing that the artificial light within the sanctuary didn’t burn his skin, but that was the last of his worries. The house he had invested in was still in the process of being built into completion for the time being he resorted to some apartment complex that rested in the more gritty area of the sanctuary. Through all of the unpacking and getting himself accustomed to the area he was running dangerously low on energy, sleep and blood. The last of them all was a danger to himself and everyone else, he was well aware of that, but he took the time out of his day today to go take care of that. 

He had originally gone towards the blood bank, but when he heard about how some cafes actually fused blood and coffee together he changed his direction without thought. Except while he was walking by his lonesome, and very much blind, self it appeared that there were plenty of people that were happy to take advantage of his disability. Lorenzo wasn’t a violent man. He swore it up to the stars and even down to his sister’s grave that he wasn’t. The only times he ever did anything aggressive was when he was trying to protect himself, and that was exactly what ended up happening within the next few steps he took. 

Though he had his guide stick out, it was mostly for appearances. He didn’t need one in all honesty since he could echo locate his surroundings, but it saved everyone the hassle of wondering why he wore sunglasses day and night. So as he tapped his way down the sidewalk he had some surprise company. Lorenzo blamed his lack of awareness on the general shitty condition he was running at, but when someone crowded his space out of nowhere he knew that nothing good would come out of this. The person wanted his money, of course, and after several tries of trying to walk away the stranger made the foolish move to lash out at him. The man’s fist connected with the side of his cheek and a part of his lip, but that was the last straw before he snapped.

For a man that was calm most of the time Lorenzo was actually livid then. To be fair, though, it was highly uncalled for to be mugged in the early evening. Without hesitation Lorenzo let his centuries worth of experience take hold over his body. He struck back quickly and that was all it took for the thief to take out a knife. How stupid. The man was quickly disarmed, twisted and thrown over his shoulder with a solid thud. 

There was groaning where he had thrown the attacker, and he had the fleeting thought of actually extending his fangs but he didn’t. He was appalled at himself for not noticing just how close he was to being starved. With a huff and a quick tug and smooth over his suit he stepped over the fallen man. His tossed guide stick was battered, but it wasn’t broken. As he went to go pick it up he noticed that someone else was near by. Whether they had been here this whole time or had just so happened to stop at this moment was a mystery to him. 

That didn’t stop him from straightening his posture as he took in several deep breaths to get rid of the simmering anger that resided. He must have looked the sight with his hair disheveled and blood smeared across his mouth and chin. Just the smell of his own blood spiked the hunger that sat heavily in his gut, but he did everything he could to remain steady before he did something rash. He knew he wouldn’t just attack someone mindlessly, but being this close to needing to feed was never fun or easy for any vampire. 

[whatta-guy]

There were certain qualifications a person had to have in order to be hired for a position that is intended to educate others. Guy only met half of them at most. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the knowledge to teach others. It wasn’t that at all. It was more about his tendencies and personality. For one, he was terrible about being on time. Being punctual wasn’t his strong suit, and it never was. For another, he was terribly clumsy for a shapeshifter and just as a person in general. The last is that it takes forever for him to wake up. If all of these are combined into one category then that would describe how he was right now.

Before he came to Caelestis he had set himself on a ‘strict’ diet. Strict being that he had plans for what, when, and how much he would eat. His phone was set on a bunch of timers, and he did rather well with keeping up with it. That was until now. He was new to this whole island, and the first thing he set out to do was to find a good place to nap. Sure, sleeping in his own apartment was dandy and all, but there was a difference to that and sleeping outdoors where he felt more comfortable. Guy found a nice shady place somewhere at the park and plopped his fat ass down to catch a few z’s. It took a few seconds for him to knock out, and when he woke it was because of a sudden blaring that vibrated madly in his pocket. That made him get up before he proceeded to run face first into a nearby tree trunk. The impact to his face made him push back with his arms and swat the trunk, but he didn’t do anything else besides rub his nose with a grumble.

[familiar-henry]

Inebriated [Event 002]

Henry had gone through one to many drinks in the first hour of the ball and his thoughts were beginning to fog over. He’d flirted with several strangers and even spilled his drink all over the suit of one of them. He was cussed out and others had to practically hold the man back from attacking him. While Henry had been nervous about getting into a fight so soon into the night, the thought didn’t entirely scare him. But even in his mentally incapable state, the familiar knew he needed to slow down or he’d be getting himself in more trouble. He receded to a back corner of the hall where people went if they were done dancing. He definitely wasn't drunk enough to get on the dance floor. Or maybe he was. He’d had about 5 drinks in the span of 50 minutes.

A stranger had crowded into his space without Henry’s knowledge and he glanced up with half-lidded eyes when the man was within arms reach. Whether he was doing it on purpose, or accidentally, Henry didn’t mind the comforting heat. While sober, he probably would have told the guy to back off. “Come here often?” He slurred the words with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, breath hot in between them. He couldn’t be bothered to figure out who the man was but he didn’t break eye contact- it was easier to look while intoxicated and hidden by a mask. 

[sesengrows-blog]

At first, Sesen didn’t know what to think. A masquerade? They hadn’t had anything like that at the other sanctuary - that he’d been informed of - and the thought of being able to kick back a little bit was exciting. He hadn’t had much when he came, his nicest jacket that was just a touch too short in the arms had been found at the previous sanctuary’s thrift store and he didn’t have any sort of mask. He thought about showing up with partially shifted into his true form but decided that wouldn’t work. It was a time for anonymity, not reality. When he arrived there were a bunch of masks on the table and he chose a shiny, gold one that reminded him of the sun reflecting off the river where he’d grown up. 

As he slid the mask on, Sesen stepped into the ballroom and looked at all the people. It was a feast for the eyes as well as the palate it seemed, the buffet table piled high but he really didn’t know what to do with himself so he just headed for the drinks where he saw a large punch bowl with his name on it. Utterly distracted by all of the fancy masks, he didn’t notice the other man before it was too late. Instinctively, Sesen grabbed the man to make sure neither of them fell, not even realizing that he had before he quickly apologized. “Sorry! Sorry, you okay?” he loosened his grip a little to give the guy some room but kept one hand on his shoulder, just in case. 

[blue--cassidy]

Wallflower || Open Event 2

Was he security detail for this ball? No, not even a little bit. Not whatsoever. Did that stop him from crossing his arms in front of him, picking out a corner of the room, and guarding it with all his life? It sure as hell did not. For Blue, it was easier to attend events with a large body of people if he didn’t technically attend at all. Who was going to bother a guy who appeared to be working? And since he was, in fact, a bouncer, he was good at looking the part.