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[jun-reiko]

instant sin™

It ha, regrettably, been a while since Jun had walked around the island. The rain had thinned to a slight drizzle, which meant his umbrella was hardly necessary as he strolled. Compared to the frequent downpours of the earlier spring, this was quite refreshing. 

As he took in the warm petrichor scent, he noticed someone on the other side of the road. He didn’t recognize the person, but as he squinted, he noticed it was someone he didn’t recognize--a pale man with freckles drifting all over his face and a shock of orange hair. Jun was irritated to find himself staring a little longer than would be considered normal, and quickly shook his head back to glancing awkwardly at the ground.

As the two passed each other on opposite sides of the road, Jun thought, I really am fond of your freckles, and your appearance in general. Then he chided himself for thinking something so foolish. It took him a moment to realize that the ginger across the street had stopped walking and was now grinning in his general direction, and another before he realized he had said that out loud. 

Fuck.

[kingdomofblys-blog]

yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Imogen had been having a rather splendid past few days. She’d finally managed to show her face in Spellbound since her first day on Mamono, and found Zaira to be quite an nice person. A few days before, Jack had called out “sick” (Though she could hear Eden giggling in the background) and asked her to cover for him yet again, which she happily obliged to. More hours, more money.

With her extra cash, she bought a bottle of cheap rum and a carton of cigarettes, and moseyed herself down to the beach. She sat on a washed up log and kicked away the empty shell of a crab. Bunching the paper bag around the neck of the bottle, Imogen popped open the pungent alcohol and took a swig. Grimacing, she let out a spluttering cough. Disgusting, she thought. She could have spent six more bucks and at least gotten some Captain Morgans.

She tried lighting a cigarette, but the wind was too strong. She focused so intently on her cigarette, she hadn’t noticed an individual approach.

[sundancea-blog]

a fortunate happenstance

It was funny, how life worked some times. Whether it was fate, destiny, or some long, long chain reaction, something had brought him here, to this cafe at 8:02 AM, merely 13 minutes before his orientation at the Academy. He tapped his foot, staring nervously at his watch. He wasn’t angry at the barista, though. It was early in the morning, and it took time to make a good cuppa’ joe. 

He reached for his Americano and slipped a sleeve on it, when he heard a vaugely familiar laugh. The peals of joyful laughter came from the ordering counter, where a small, feline-esque girl smiled up at-

“A-Amaranth?”

[reinruby1-blog]

blood heist

Ruby was hungry. The last time she’d eaten was just before the boat to this island, over a week ago, and it showed in both her and her twin. She was pissy, Rhett hadn’t left his room in two days, and red was blurring into the color of their irises. She was nearly drooling at the idea of finding some trashy bar and luring someone else into her standard trap, but the population was way too low her to try all that. She’d totally get caught. Seemed like the only plan now was the old ‘break into the hospital and jack the blood bags’ deal. Worked before, and she could only pray it’d work again.

A night shift was the easiest, of course, between her heightened senses and the lack of people around once the clock hit 2 AM. She thought she could get away with basically just waltzin’ in and takin’ what she needed, but of course, there’s always something unexpected. Like a night nurse.

Ruby groaned internally as she walked into the ER and saw the woman perched behind the desk, trying to quickly come up with something that might be wrong with her so she could get through intake and sneak off once left alone. Fever was out of the question, so were broken limbs, she didn’t want to be seen as in critical condition.... Ah! Stomach pains would work. She pinched her cheeks to bring what little blood was left in her body to the surface, faux-hobbling up to the desk. 

“Uh, h-howdy, ma’am... I think there’s somethin’ real wrong with my stomach...” The vamp internally applauded herself for this obviously stunning act, trying to keep the pride off her face.

[pinneirefeather-blog]

Got a Bone to Pick with You

Despite the fact that it was constantly raining on this god forsaken island, it was a decently nice day. He had woken up and had some unexpectedly good coffee at the cafe, taken a short morning fly deep in the woods to stretch his wings before the rain had begun, and now he was walking home in a rather comfortable new rain jacket he had bought. Maybe this place really wasn’t all that bad. Especially if that red and brown looking lump over there was what he thought it was...

All of his focus went to the dead carcass laying in the grass, surrounded by trees. He slowly approached it, watching the ribcage to make sure it wasn’t breathing. It was definitely dead. Maybe, if no one was around he could just stop and have a quick bite to eat. After all, he hadn’t eaten yet today. As his hands reached out, ready to flip the deer over when he saw another pair of hands reaching at the same time. Adrian protectively hunched over his potential meal, eyes darting up to the face of the clear thief. 

However he was met with the face of a young looking girl. Right, he probably wouldn’t have to literally fight for it or anything. He stood up, still standing over the dead body a bit protectively, confidently telling her, “This isn’t yours.”

[steviesdemon]

Pack Mentality

Stevie didn’t drink. That went without saying, really, but here she was, sat in a corner table at the Pack. She’d only come along to thank Dacina for helping her find Salem for the umpteenth time, but she’d been persuaded to stay for an orange juice. Thanks to Eden and her dubious teas, she’d once again found a temporary loophole to buy a few late nights out before the demon got wind of it, and she was actually enjoying herself.

Excusing herself from the conversation - there really were more people on this island than first met the eye, and she had spent the evening talking to people she’d never seen in her life before - Stevie slipped away to the bathroom. Coming out of the stall and washing her hands, she did a quick mirror check (the demon sometimes liked to talk to her through her own reflection, but it looked like the tea was working, as her reflection did nothing but stare back at her) before heading back out into the main area. And... Oh. The lights were out. And everyone was gone.

Fear starting to uncoil in her stomach, she tried the doors and found them locked. Shit! Had she really been gone that long? Was she really that forgettable? The latter question made her ears burn with shame, and she sat down at a table to work through her options. She’d just have to hope someone was awake to answer her calls, right? Nothing could go wrong, as long as it was just her in the locked up pub.

[edenaiello-blog]

It had been- How many weeks? Two? Three? Eden had stopped counting the days. After she’d told Jack, he’d completely shut her out. She visited his house for a few days, but realized he probably needed some space. So, she stopped going. Granted she continued to text him, but she never expected a reply. 

[Monday, 3:37 P.M.] Me: Hey, it’s me again, I just wanted to say I miss you and I hope we can see each other soon.

She pressed send and sighed, slumping against the counter. She’d been feeling down in the dumps, so Ama had recommended drinking a nice herbal mix to soothe her nerves. It was a much better solution to her anxiety problems as opposed to Rei’s suggestion of, ‘Let me eat him’.

She pulled the kettle off of the stove and began to pour it into her cup, when her phone buzzed. She looked down at the preview message:

[Monday, 3:42 P.M.]  Jack❤: will you come over? we need to(swipe to read more)

She let out a yelp as the hot water spilled onto the counter and picked up her phone, setting the kettle back down on the stove top with a sizzle.

She left the cup with its spilled contents on the counter and rushed to the front door, shoving on some sneakers and pulling on a knitted cardigan. She flung the door open and bound down the stairs and ran towards Jack’s complex. She was there in less than a minute and ran up to his door, knocking rapidly.

[kingdomofblys-blog]

God there are a lot of people out today, Imogen thought, pushing her way through the crowd. Folks were milling around, laughing and socializing. Some in wacky costumes, others in their daily garb. Imogen just wanted some place peaceful and quiet to eat her snow cone (Ever since she’d gotten one with Aspen, she’d eaten at least 3 a day.).

She walked into the hay maze, bumping in to a few pimple faced pre-teens. She scoffed and continued inside. 

After a while, she found a little cove. She guessed it was the center of the maze. It had a bench, and a small fountain. Where the water was coming from, she had no clue. She sat on the bench and enjoyed her snow cone peacefully, until someone sat on the opposite end.