#ragevent

[ashnadir]

el hermano || chris & iann

Iann hid in the back of the shop on the stairs that led the to creepy-as-fuck basement. He scanned through the names and names and fucking names on viejo!Iann’s phone.  Christ - how many people did he know??  

“I’ll be out there in a sec! I’ve - I’ve nearly found the potion,”  Iann yelled to the unruly young witches who’d now taken up residence in the - in his - store. Well they looked old, but they acted like bratty kids.  Iann was still trying to recover from being sixteen but this not being 1995, when customers had traipsed into the shop.  And not nice customers.  Scary, threatening customers who made demands that Iann, terrified as he was, couldn’t possibly know how to fill.

So he ran into the back.  He wanted to call Melissa - but honestly, why would he get her in danger too?  No, there had to be someone else that old-Iann knew who could help.

One ‘name’ stood out in the phone contacts list.  All of the names were code, but one of them was simply ‘el hermano’.  Well.  He couldn’t imagine calling anyone ‘brother’ if they weren’t close to him, right?

He dialed the number and waited until someone picked up, whispering furtively into the phone,  “Hola, qué onda, este es Iann.  Iann Cardero? ¿Er...eres ‘El Hermano’, no? Ah porque - por favor - porque necesito ayuda. Ahora.”

[icxnfeelyou]

Uhm...

Freya stopped in her tracks on the sidewalks, she was looking around stunned at all the people around her. “Why is everyone acting weird?” she whispered to herself. Her eyebrow raised higher on her forehead as she witnessed a grown man grab his groin and dance in place as though he needed to use the restroom. 

[hybridhestia]

The man beside her, he had been getting happy. Living in the streets had taught her that men liked that for some reason and curious eyes looked at him as he screamed in pleasure. Deep inside, she knew he hoped for her to get happy as well. But she wanted anything but that, she starved and the pulsing blood in him made it difficult for her to resist. Gentle hands grabbed his arms and with no doubt, teeth bit his neck. Not to only taste the delicious blood inside of him, but to yank the skin off his body. The buttery flesh something she hadn’t tried in a while. It was so much better than rats. Minutes passed and her hands were already covered in blood, holding his heart like a juicy apple. An innocent smile adorned her lips as she sat on top of an industrial garbage can, swinging her legs in the air, all too happy about her own personal buffet. But her happy faded out the moment she heard a nearby rustle, blue hues quickly looking for its source.

[maddocburle]

Maddoc sat on a bench, twiddling his thumbs and refusing to look anyone in the face. This was wrong. Why was he in Chicago? He knew the city from photos. Looking over the skyline he could see the Sear’s tower, not far from the bench were he sat was the crown fountain. Just- why was he here? Was he visiting? If so then where were his parents? And why didn’t he remember the flight over? He told himself not to panic. If he panicked he might change and if he changed in such a populated place well... He felt a pair of eyes on him. Maddoc glanced up quickly before looking back down at his hands- just to make sure there was actually a person there. “Y-yes?” he said softly.

[alexeixxromanov]

Little Bad Girl || Alexei and Open

 She woke up slowly, rolling over in her bed and stretching out to help waken herself faster. Alexei rolled over onto her stomach and forced herself up out of bed, it wasn't until she was standing that she noticed the room she was in was not her own. “Not again..” she cursed under her breath, she looked down her body. The first thing she noticed was how developed she all of a sudden was. “What the?” she ran her hands over her body, this was not the body of a sixteen year old girl. In a sudden panic she rushed to the bathroom and flicked on the lights looking at the face that stared back at her in the mirror. “Holy shit.” she gasped and as her own hands covered her mouth so did the person in the mirror. She looked older, no way was she sixteen, yet her last memory was a party she up and left. “What the fuck is going on?” she questioned herself in the mirror. Still freaked out by how the person looking back at her seemed to match her every movements. Once the shock set in she moved back to the bed room and took a better look. A small puppy laid curled up at the foot of the bed, and the photos about the room seemed her style, a few pictures even being of her with some people she knew now with how she should have been looking. “Did I slip into a freakin’ coma or something?” she questioned herself, though she doubt they would just leave someone like that in a bed, as if it were supposed to be another normal day. “What the hell is happening..” she was positive she wasn't on drugs in that moment, all of this was real. All she could do was leave the house, though she noticed she was still in pajamas by the time she reached the front door. She sighed and went to change, though she spent a few seconds staring at her wardrobe, it was so guyish.. even if it had a girly spin on it, she felt it looked too, lesbianish.

 Once she exited the front door she stood frozen staring down the row of apartment doors. “You gotta be kidding me..” She moved down the hallways and to the elevator. riding down until she was finally out of the building. Her heart raced with panic and confusion as she stepped out to the cold air, “This is not L.A...” she turned about herself before looking up and down the sidewalk. “Where the hell am I..” None of this made since to the girl. But whatever panic she felt, she quickly inhaled as someone walked by, she didn't move out of their way as the bumped into her, with a venomous tone she turned quickly and spoke up, “Excuse you...”

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara made her way through the crowds of people. It really was amazing all the people they crammed onto one pier. She’d been to frat parties with more space than this. She looked over the crowd at one of the rides, maybe if she sat down for a while the crowd would dissipate. Caught up in thought she bumped into someone, their drink sloshing all over her shirt. “Oh great!” she exclaimed, looking down at her wet shirt in disgust. She frowned at the culprit, “well?” 

[maddocburle]

Maddoc eyed the booths that lined the pier of the fair. They were brightly colored with banners and smiling workers. Many of them had toys hanging from the ceiling, showing off what prized they had to offer. He also looked at all the different games. A water gun game, fishing, basketball, and- oh that one looked interesting. The booth had a sea of glass bottles and the man working the booth held three rings just bigger than the lip of one of the bottles. It was a simple enough game, toss the rings, get it around a bottle, and win a prize. Sounded fun.

Maddoc handed the man five dollars, in exchange he received three rings. Rolling a ring between his fingers he was so focused on the bottles he didn’t notice the person approaching him. He tossed the first ring. It hit the top of the bottle with a clink then slipped down the side.

[theplantsdontlie]

Bumping into people|| Chris and (Open)

Chris stood looking out onto lake Michigan, even though there was so much going on, on the pier it was nice to feel the warm cool breeze against his skin. Faye had talked about moving onto the lake, now he could understand why she would want to but the thoughts of their child running into the water still scared him. He left out a deep sigh before he turned back to the crowd of people, but was still lost in contemplation accidentally bumping into someone and knocking what they were holding in their hands to the ground and spilling it on the ground. "Shit I'm sorry, let me buy you another." He said not looking at the person directly.