Last year’s Gala was much easier to come to when he wasn’t alone. Now there wasn’t someone that he could distract himself with by conversing with them or hiding behind them to be ignored by the general hubbub of the table. Now he was alone and having to bring himself into his “fake it till you make it” mindset so he would be able to survive the next couple hours. He was trying to figure out where he should gravitate to next when he felt a shoulder against his back.
“’m sorry, wasn’ payin’ attention to my surroundin’s.” His head is turning as he apologizes to whoever he bumped into. He feels a bit guilty for not being careful and hopes that he didn’t hurt them. “You okay? Didn’ hurt ya did I?”
Mak had shown up a little while after the festival started. She wasn’t sure what to wear, so she opted for an outfit that was cute but comfy. Deciding that she’d want to start the festivities off right, with food and dancing, she made her way to the bonfire downtown, passing by a few familiar faces before she got lost among the throng of bodies on the outskirts of all the dancing. All the smiling faces and moving bodies were enticing, and she wasn’t even talking about those who were fucking around among the crowd.
All the people dancing just seemed to be genuinely having fun. And Mak wanted to be a part of that, unable to recall the last time she really let herself have some wild, carefree fun. So, she let someone nearby take her by the hand and pull her into the crowd, her body instantly falling into beat with the others as the two moved together, against each other.
When hands found her hips and tugged her over and turned her around, she smiled at the other, continuing her movements with her new partner.
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Just having wrapped her last class of the week, by rule she took her time packing up, not everyone could make it to her office hours and she wanted to give students time to come to her with questionsor concerns—- that aside she wasn’t in any rush to get back to the Mainland. Perhaps she could find someone from the faculty to help her prolong her stay...
She notices someone approaching while she disconnects her macbook from the projector, she looks up, a smile on her lips. // @covairecitystarters
Colt stood in the mess hall, looming over the writing on a container of mystery meat. It was yielding no instructions or any advice on how to properly cook this. Now, if it was just something the kids would be eating, he wouldn’t care. But tonight they were all eating whatever shit this was and there was no way he was eating something he wasn’t sure how to properly cook! He didn’t want death by mystery meat! Growling to himself and cussing under his breath, he grumbled and through the packaging towards the wall. “To hell with this shit.” Someone entering had narrowly avoided being hit by the box of mystery meat. “Dinner aint for another two hours.” He grumbled, turning his back on the person who entered the mess hall.
It was a quiet night. He’d already made sure that they would be staying in but standing out on the deck, Arlon felt a shift in the air. So much colder than anything he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. Blinking, the vampire went inside to find Chloe, just in case something else was amiss. This city, never ending in all of it’s twists, turns, surprises. He wanted to be sure, wanted to protect her from anything else it could or would throw at them.
But what Arlon couldn’t have predicted... What he couldn’t have seen coming was her as he walked into the door. The glass dropped from his hand, shattered on the ground as his eyes went wide and his heart, already stopped, felt like it was threatening to hammer in his chest. His wife.... His mortal heart and soul was standing before him. Part of Arlon was terrified. Part of him was overjoyed, but he couldn’t discern which side won out. So he stood there in absolute paralyzed uncertainty as she looked back at him.
Growing up an only child in the lap of luxury; Isabella Skelton was an exceptional student. She was raised in a household where grades, dedication, and ambition were the stepping stones of success and the key to getting everything you wanted out of life. Being an only child, a child to an oncology surgeon and biotech corporation president, she was eager to be everything her parents wanted her to be. Yet, she rarely saw either of them due to their busy careers.
Although, as years bled on, Isabella became very independent. Instead, she drowned herself in the beautiful, rich, and famous lavish lifestyle style. She was no stranger to the party scene and many one-night stands. It earned her a reputation. But in her own words, she didn’t “do relationships.” She was much too focused on her endeavors and accomplishments. This decision often turned heads given her renowned parents. So, she settled into a less than star-studded life. In her eyes, a life of mediocrity. She worked hard enough to please her demanding parents and their expectations about getting a fulfilling career in life, but that was about it. While she was completely capable of taking over her father’s corporate legacy, she chose the path of genetics instead was in a way, one more bitter act of stubborn defiance, resentful that she was catering to their wishes at all. Yet, her subtle rebelliousness had always been something that others admired in her.
Being heard of wasn’t the problem: it was being distracted. A thirst for knowledge; maybe that was the catalyst that started her bright future. Yale University had brought her everything she’d hoped it would; success, experience, passion. She became immersed in her research. But then found herself distracted. A gentle and kind soul, Isabella was everything the love of her life was not. A few short years later, with a wedding in their futures and their graduations behind them, Isabella was ready to tackle the world. But that dream was ripped from underneath her feet when her husband left to catch a flight to Milan for a cousin’s funeral—and never came back. Soon she fell back on her old habits and picked up the bottle again. When she wasn’t working, she was drinking, and when she wasn’t drinking, she was working. Or fucking.
After a year, she gave up hope and moved to start anew in Covaire City in 2014. Her life in Covaire as a client was a private and reclusive one working as a medical geneticist at the hospital or hiding in her lab. When the earth ripped open, and demons spilled forth, Isabella awakened as an Elysian. Having a hard time coming to grips with the change, she became exceedingly depressed and hid away searching for a cure for this strange affliction. Her every attempt at a “cure” ending in vain. She rented prisoners out of pity and the need for lab rats. She paid escorts to sate her chronic boredom and loneliness. Ultimately, she came to terms with herself and instead used her newfound abilities to aid her work. While she has compassion for others, she often comes off as cold and clinical. Her personality is very analytical and reserved; she attributes this to her work and distant upbringing. When it comes to the upper-echelon of Covaire, she makes herself scarce, finding most of their mannerisms irksome. Eventually, she took pity on one prisoner in particular—a blonde human with a mouth on her named Jewel. Seeing potential in the prisoner, she opened her home to the girl permanently. Whether she regrets it or not is up for interpretation.
Logan Prescott loves nothing more than a good party and all of the flashing lights he can manage. One of the dancer’s at Desires, the Elysian is well known for having a good time, and causing a ruckus wherever he may wander off to. And although he’s never gotten caught doesn’t mean he hasn’t caused his fair share of trouble around town.
Logan is always the first one to come home with someone, but never there to stay, slipping away once people drift off or once he’s had his fill. Still, that doesn’t mean he didn’t get attached here or there or that he doesn’t have his preferred clients. Particularly Bryce. She’s the only one Logan has ever debated exclusivity with. And Logan swears sometimes it’s debatably because of her sweets, although anyone who knows the Elysian truly knows it’s Bryce and her sweetness, herself, that has the man so taken.
Víbora feels a little bit ashamed of herself, as she feels that she should be. She's back on Covaire campus for the start of the new semester and can't believe she's already lost. Not only is the campus not that big to begin with, seeing how it's just an island, but she's been there the last year. Not being able to get to where she wants to go should be inexcusable.
Yet here she was, turned around for about 30 minutes, just trying to get from her dorm to the gym, but somehow ending up in front of the Studio. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she looks around and then approached the first person she sees. "I'm sorry to bother you, but somehow, I got myself lost. Have you seen where the gym is?"
