#havens;starter

[bloodandfangsss]

location: the bloody mary, open to all.

Baird stepped out moved down the stairs that led to the second floor the club. He'd been making sure that everything was going well in the tasting rooms in the VIP section. His entire business ran on such darker indulgences. Pairing willing patrons and vampires was something of an art form he'd perfected. And it bought in the money. Well, that and fabulous drinks and a few barely dressed vampire go-go boys in the cages in the club section down on the main floor. There's a easy smirk as he spotted someone standing idly at the bar- the vampire practically gliding over the floor to slip behind the dark black marble bar.

"Should I be flattered you were waiting for me?" The Scottish accent hadn't fade for a second, no matter how many years the vampire had been "alive" and honestly at this point it was hard to tell if he was just putting it on or not.

"Or are you just here for our new "elizabeth bathory bath bomb cocktail?"" he teased with a flash of his fangs under his smirk as he shifted forward to press a hand against the bar. The vampire was only dressed in a simple black vest over a bare body to show off those impressively muscled arms, and his black leather pants hung low on his hips but were tight enough to tease any wandering eyes towards that impressive bulge. He was just as much as part of this experience as the go-go boys after all.

"Unless you're here trying to get a session with one of the VIP boys. And you're gonna have ask real nice for that tonight."

[wroughtinmagic]

"You enjoying the party?"

A big grin was on Eron's face as he continued dancing to the beat of the music. The fae was never one to say no to a party, especially if said party also had drinks. Eron's body moved and swayed as he looked at the next person to cross his path, the fae's eyes taking on a playful and flirty tone to them.

"I'm letting you know now. The Rum on that counter over there? To die for." Eron joked with a laugh and a big grin on his face. Lost in the bliss of the tipsyness and music. "I was told that this was for someone's birthday but...I don't really remember who's it was." Eron admitted sheepishly.

[newsalvations]

open to anyone location sinclair greenhouses

when fabian got wrapped up in one of his projects, he seemed to lose all semblance of time as he knew it. when the witch was younger, his family would worry that he'd run off or gotten lost when most of the time he was tucked away in a corner with a good book or out in the greenhouses. that's where he'd been spending the last several hours, working with some of his plants that seemed eager for the upcoming spring.

"oh, you're growing so well." fabian said to one of his plants that had been wilting away just a month prior. he didn't realize there was someone was watching him talking to his plants until they must have knocked over a broom and a loud clanking echoed through the greenhouses. "i-" he nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around to see them. "you know, most people would consider spying to be rude."

[richxrdjennings-blog]

Three weeks of accompanying a flock of ten and carrying out a routine rebel mission was no easy task, but the younger Jennings twin carried it out better than most. There were no casualties in their team, and while some of them sported a few injuries here and there, Richard bore the brunt of it – anything to save his students from imminent danger. And that achievement alone called for a celebration. Addressing the person who was looking at him interestedly he said, “Look, I deserve to unwind. You’re welcome to join me, if you like.”  

[chris-jennings]

Sword play was always good fun, for Chris anyway. The students always asked why they even had to study sword fighting and the answers came quite easily. One, the discipline of using swords can be applied to a lot of situations despite most people very rarely having to wield swords in a fight, two, it is not as easy as it might look. "If you're going to actually hit me, you're going to need to be much faster." he pushed his opponent in the small pause, walking in a small arc around the mat, "Come on, bring it."

[elusiveeric]

With one earbud in and the other left dangling Eric settled against the rock on the quiet part of the beach - a frequented spot for him lately, tucked away from the noise of the main area. Rex had been making slow progress over the last week, it had taken him a while to adjust to the new space he was living in but he seemed to have settled in well from what Eric could see. Each day he continued Jason’s work; taking Rex out on quiet tracks away from the noise until they reached the beach with quite a few treats being used in the process. Today was no different and was why he was now sat with Rex’s head resting in his lap softly stroking his dog’s fur in soothing motions to keep him calm in case anything, or anyone disturbed them. Looking down at the animal he smiled “y’know buddy maybe it’s selfish but I’m glad I was the one to find you. We’re quite the pair I can tell you that now.”

[ansonhong]

Anson cracked open her fortune cookie. The cookie never interested her but the fortunes were nice. She laughed when she read what she got. “These things make no sense.”

[tessa-burke-blog]

Adrenaline powered Tessa as she exerted all her force and energy on to the old punching bag held together by failing strips of duct tape.

To Tessa, the bag was everything she resented. Punch. It was her brother abandoning her. Kick. It was the man she had killed. Punch. It was the thermokinetic’s hands on her back. Punch. It was the loneliness. Kick. It was the fear.

A cloud of dust and sand formed around the brunette as the bag ripped open. She had known it was coming, but as the bag transformed into the figures and emotions that haunted her, her ability to stop disappeared. Tessa pushed the bag in frustration, a mistake as more sand spilled from it.

“Sorry.” She called out to the person behind her who had stopped to stare.