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22 photos and writing prompts that might be useful for ideas, starters, etc.
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22 photos and writing prompts that might be useful for ideas, starters, etc.
Hunting Trip
Location: New Orleans High School
It’s quarter past midnight, so the halls of the high school are empty, and you’re here why? Oh right, you tracked a demon of sorts back here. You don’t really know what you’re dealing with, yet you followed regardless; however, you’re not the only one who’s hunting. You hear multiple footsteps; you ready yourself for the attack… You’re greeted by a face that doesn’t belong to the one you were hunting, and are stopped in your tracks by this fact. Someone else clearly had the same idea as you, and spotted the same monster you were tracking only moments ago. You feel uneasy for a few moments, unable to quickly adapt to the change in scenario, regardless, you attempt to talk and reason with the person you’ve been greeted with. You hear another set of footsteps somewhere further down the halls, and the two of you ready yourselves for a hunt. Surely two sets of eyes and weaponry would be better than the singular weapon you brought with you? You are left with one of two choices, you can both hot-tail it out of there, or you can both pursue the monster… How daring are you realistically to pursue that what you know nothing about?
A Vision in Time
Location: Historic New Orleans Collection - French Quarter
Perhaps you’re a historian, or just like history; so a visit to a History Museum of sorts would not go amiss. You can learn anything you need to know… to a certain extent and expand your knowledge of New Orleans in it’s finest glory. You notice that the French Quater has been preserved rather well, the Royal Street Complex boasting the seven architectural restored buildings which look magnificent in the sunlight that the day has brought for you. It takes you back to the early days of the 1720’s, and everything from their on forward. Maybe you decide to take a tour with some of your pupils, or maybe, if you’re not a teacher, you have gathered some friends who may enjoy the culture and history just as much as you. Its a wonderful day out, and definitely a sight to see in such a time when everything else appears to be going to the dogs. Perhaps you decide to reinact life back then, just for your own amusement; dressing and talking like they would back in those days, and entertaining passers by with this. There is a lot to see and do here… but whether or not you’ll get to see and do it all is another matter….
Roses are Red Violets are Blue The words that you Say Will come back to haunt You
ANNIE SAWYER;
"I wish I had Mitchell while I was human....." -- Annie
There had been so many things that she had not been able to share with Mitchell because of the divide between them, the lack of a true self on her part. Guilt, and the occasional fretfulness on her part had plagued her in the months since his death, and now that he had found his way back to her, she found herself wishing, longing for a chance to do things differently.
Never, though, would she have wished for this. Not that she knows any differently, now, all traces of the existence that she lived as a ghost swept from her memories and instead replaced with the life that she has now. What she couldn't have expected, most of all, was that meeting Mitchell while she was human carried its own risks -- just as Mitchell carried his own demons. The two had been drawn together, and so it was that when Mitchell's bloodlust and loneliness got the better of him, it was Annie that paid the price, in Lauren's place. The life of a vampire is one that the dark-haired girl has adapted to just fine... or so she likes to believe, charging forward with seemingly little care at all for the potential wake of destruction she could leave in her wake with only Mitchell to try and pull her back from the edge.
Please note! For the sake of ease, Mitchell and Annie are the only ones whose memories are affected by this particular wish, meaning that Tom, Alex, Hal, etc. still remember events the way that they happened in the show!
Roses are Red Violets are Blue The words that you Say Will come back to haunt You
THOMAS MCNAIR;
"I wish that Tom would have had the chance to say goodbye to his father..." -- Annie
It was meant in the best of ways: a heartfelt wish that Tom could have said the things he never got the chance to say. Never had the ghost imagined things would go as badly as they did -- or did they? Tom didn't know what to make of it, that first night, when his eyes closed and he drifted asleep, only to find himself back in the boarding house, with Nina and George, Annie and Mitchell, Herrick and his father. He remembered all of it, everything that had passed in between, but yet here he was -- with no one else recalling anything different than their every day life. He tried to warn his father, tried to explain what would happen, yet nothing seemed to change.
And then... the second night came, and the same happened. How many nights will he return to that night? How many times will he see the flicker of Anthony McNair, standing in the shadows, dancing just out of reach before he can no longer tell which is reality, and which is the dreaming world?
Roses are Red Violets are Blue The words that you Say Will come back to haunt You
JENNA SOMMERS;
"I wish that I could see [Alaric] one last time....." -- Jenna
A selfish thought, a whispered wish, staring at the photos in the shoe boxes that lined the closet in her room. So many things that she had never been able to say, so many wounds that had been left open to scab and scar, twisted ugly things...
She had never imagined she would see him again and she had never, ever imagined that her words could have been twisted so cruelly against her. Every man's face she sees is his -- Alaric's -- the same slightly shaggy hair, the hint of stubble, the wicked glint of amusement or the shadows of sadness reflected in perfect illusion across their features. Jeremy's. Damon's. How many times can she see his face, and know it is not him before she breaks? How long before she cannot abide the look of him, and retreats into the comfort of solitude? How long before even that cannot offer her escape from the torment of guilt and heartache that has burdened her since she returned to this second life?
Roses are Red Violets are Blue The words that you Say Will come back to haunt You
ILLYRIA;
"I wish that Illyria knew Earth's true worth....." -- Spike
Illyria had known this world, the one they now called Earth, nearly from before its creation. She had watched it, the writhing mass and the ooze, the creatures that wormed and slunk their way from shadow to twilight, from squirming nameless things to creatures that would become demons, or animals, or, in time, even the mayflies that would be humanity. And yet, so much of the world meant little to her. Mystified her. It was easy to see, and easy to guess why the peroxide-blonde vampire might say such a thing: that Illyria might see the world for what it was, the people and things and buildings and wonders in it for what they meant to him, to the humans that lived and breathed and bred in this world.
Yet now, to Illyria, to awaken to the world and see it this way... to know names, and faces, places and connections between facts, and figures, historic dates and events, cultural influences and superstitious beliefs -- to feel each emotion of those around her and to understand what it meant to them, to be so very small and feel such grandiose things... It is enough to boggle a mind, even one so vast as hers. To see herself, the haven which she created for herself, the ties that she has created in those few that she has kept close to her in the last months, and to see just how alien... and how monstrous she must seem to them... To remember, in such clarity, the painful, devastating moments of her rebirth and the life of the one that she inhabited, and to know it and feel it with such human emotion has left her adrift. And without a solid anchor, there is no guarantee of where it is that her path will take her in the days to come...
Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans.
Pub Crawl: The New Partridge Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English defines 'pub crawl' as both a noun and a verb, with the noun (dating from 1915) being defined as "a drinking session that moves from one licensed premises to the next, and so on", and the verb (1937) meaning "to move in a group from one drinking establishment to the next, drinking at each." The term is a combination of "pub (a public house, licensed for the sale of alcohol) and a less-and-less figurative sense of crawl".[1]
The night is young, or so it feels. The music thrums in the air, the heat and humidity of the bayou making the night thick, and heady. Humanity, and things far separate from it roam the streets, in the flickering streetlights and the writhing shadows. Blood and sweat, smoke and alcohol, incense and herbs -- these are the scents of the night of New Orleans.
And still, there is something else. A dark undertone that cuts beneath the surface, calling out the darker aspects of those in the streets, this night. Luring out the anger and the jealousy, the discontent and the lust.
Tonight, it's time to let it all go. To drop the mask of humanity. To let go of the restraint and give in to the secret, whispered desires that exist in the darkest parts of your mind.