#lethe:starter

[bex-the-bear]

Location: The Sweet Spot Date: May 9, 2021 Time: 6 PM

While Bex knew the apartment would have been vacated since Silas was working tonight, she still wasn’t sure if she wanted to be cooped up in their home. It seemed like a waste of a perfectly hospitable town that was a far cry from her childhood residence of being in the desert in a biker gang. She walked into the spot and looked around seeing if there was an empty spot but didn’t seem like there was a free table at the moment. She hoped the town was as friendly today as she always always claimed it to be. “ Is this spot taken? I swear I wont be here too long” She smiled gesturing to the empty chair at the table 

[hcleavci]

Date: Saturday, August 31st, 2020. Time: 11:55 pm. Location: Anywhere outside.

‘ Here. Take this. It’ll make you feel better... ’

Says Hale’s friend that she’s met earlier tonight. Yeah, she knows that this will make her feel better. Why else would she be wasting her time, talking and laughing and getting close to him when she really doesn’t many of her actions? When the pain settled deep within her psyche, Hale makes a million excused to cave in. It's a problem that’s just too easy to solve. Get your fix, get your fix, get your fix. It’s a broken record though that’s too loud to ignore. Hale takes whatever he’s handed her and allows it to dissolve on her tongue without a second thought.  A temporary cure for the never-ending search of comfort.

Minutes, possibly a few hours go by - Hale can’t find a grasp on reality, but whatever she was on, -  the music, the people - every single sound became too loud for Hale to bear, and she’s become increasingly irritated. It makes the hairs on the nape of her neck rise. It causes the bones to rattle and skin to crawl. She suddenly hates it in the house she doesn’t know how she ended up in. Weren’t they just in a bar? Fuck. The vampires pushed herself off of the couch she felt like she was drowning in and stumbles to the front of the house and out the door, ignoring whatever protests are being yelled at her back.

Hale welcomes the sharpness of the cold air. For a moment, she thinks she has her head on straight. That is before she goes to take a step down the porch and nearly trips down the stairs. If it weren’t for her reflexes, Hale would have fallen face-first onto the lawn. The vampire walks, and walks, and walks. She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t know where she’s going. She’s just... Going. Somewhere. Anywhere. After what seemed like forever, Hale spots a figure in the distance and waves them down, “Hey, excuse me! Hey!” Hurriedly, she begins jogging after them. It doesn’t take long to catch up. “Hey, uh - Sorry to bother you, but  what - Ah, what part of town am I in?” Hale asks, scratching the back of her head and squints her eyes, despite there being no shine of the sun.

OPEN.

[xhammerhorrorx]

“Do I have to have some sort of permission in this town to hit them?” Sky replied as the form of a guy walking away started to fade. She had been in town long enough for people to recognize her voice so people who listened to Hammer Horror, were starting to trickle it. It was that time of the year after all. When some only loved horror occasionally, it was her life. “ I will tolerate a million comments about myself, cause they are true I am the bitter asshole they called me. But we do not insult my show” Sky replied rolling her eyes

[call-me-harris]

“ The look on that guys face” Harris replied as he was cleaning blood off his hands from the altercation. If there was one thing he loved about his job, it was the excuse it gave him to deal with people without any repercussions. The move to Lethe with his girlfriends was a necessity, but he was quickly finding thing’s to amuse him in town. And messing with the general public and getting away with it was the highlight so far. “ I mean really, in a town full of supernaturals, that guy was still shocked I could throw him out of a building. He must be surprised about everything in life. It was hilarious” Harris chuckled as he crossed his arms and started looking for his lighter. “Aw fuck, must have dropped it. You gotta light?”

[bradley-bradshaw]

Date: September 2020 Time: 00:12 AM Location: a bar in downtown Lethe

“Uhhh, I wouldn’t go back in there, bud” Brad warns someone as he comes out of the men’s bathroom. There is a trace of red on his cheeks from alcohol, and a quizzical look that lands somewhere between grossed out and confused. “There’s... a couple making out on the sink. It’s pretty gross.” There is a paper towel with spots of red on his hand, some dried blood under his nose. He has been getting this nosebleed a lot lately. 

[haunted-haller]

Ramsey didn’t follow time. She had a tendency to go off of what felt right and as a result she was often late going to places. It was why she was running down the street to meet with someone who had commissioned her art a few weeks prior.  Hopefully they at least liked what she had painted, since she was running terribly late now. Instead of looking in front of her, the young witch turned a corner to head down a different street  bumped into someone. She hit the floor on impact and caused her portfolio to crash into the floor with her. “Holy wombats” Ramsey exclaimed she hit the floor. “I’m really sorry about that, are you okay? I didn’t realize I was impersonating the Flash. I really am sorry” Ramsey replied ignoring her own scrapes from falling

[noah-ismail]

Date: October 2020 Time: 01:06 AM Location: a rooftop of a building

It has been almost 15 hours since he started his watch on one of the Sokolovs, and he has not noticed anything suspicious yet. But knowing them and their shady deals with Councilman Stewart, he figures he can find something soon. Noah puts down the binoculars as he hears footsteps coming from the staircase, however. He is somewhat going behind his incompetent and lazy boss’ back, which is one reason he is concerned. “You shouldn’t be up here. Didn’t you read the sign?” he starts, since he specifically picked the locked rooftop with the ‘no entry’ sign (he had to talk to the janitor for the key, of course)... But then it occurs to him how this might look to others. “...please don’t get any wrong idea. I’m here for a police investigation.”

[terrance-bradshaw]

Date: August 2020 Time: 11:44 PM Location: Terrance’s

“Sorry, kid. Bar’s closed early. Try again tomorrow.” Terry yells over his shoulder as he hears the bell ringing by the door. Matty of course got drunk during shift so he sent that fucker back home, and Brad has gone to a party downtown. Which means he has no bartender, and there is no way he is running the bar on his own. He probably should hire more bartenders... but then again, he is not interested in profit, and hiring a new person would involve him talking to a bunch of youngsters. He does not have energy or patience for that. “I said the bar’s closed.” He repeats as he pours himself a drink he goddamn earned tonight. Still no sign of the late customer leaving. He does not like repeating himself. "Alright, d’you fucking need something? Here for our new menu? It’s called ‘Tonight’s Trash’. It’s a mild electrocution served with a dash of gettin’ thrown out with tonight’s trash in a trash bag.”