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[thisbrutalbelle]

Beastly Encyclopedia

       Bella’s legs were crossed beneath her as she sat in a small common area in the library. The seats were low and soft, surrounding an old coffee table. It was littered with copies of the Sumner Newspaper and varying magazines that people had picked up to read while they waited for companions or their next class. What was most odd to Bellamy was just how many people were there. In a place like Sumner if you wanted to learn about what you were the internet wasn’t totally the best route and certainly not the easiest to get information off since everything would have needed to have been hidden from everyone else. No, books were easier and books could be more easily thrown off as fake.

        Books were also ridiculously hard to get through, a thousand years of journals about creatures Valentin had come across wasn’t something Bellamy could get through, with all the big words he used and his old fashion hand writing she had made it through probably six books in total but merely from reading whatever pages she could from a number of them, mostly she’d focused on the ones about her own vampiric sub-species but from just opening up others she’d come across more. This was why she’d had it all turned into a program by some university students she had met in Monte Carlo, young vampires with old sires who studied for the sake of studying and learnt for the expansion of their minds. Obviously not all of the journals had been added and with things spanning years there was corrupted information in some creatures that needed to be corrected. Still she hoped whatever the creature was they’d be able to find it.

          While she waited Bella sipped on her fruity tea, her soon to be companion’s own sitting on the coffee table next to her open laptop. The program did not look fancy, right now it was still in pre-beta stages so it looked like a program you’d have found on windows in the eighties or nineties but it was the text they wanted and that was what was important. With one blow through the opening of her take-away cups lid Bella looked up in search of the man who’s face she had seen a few times in her feed.

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[TXT]: how to get blood stains out of socks

[TXT]: JESUS H CHRIST IM SO SORRY FOR SOME REASON I THOUGHT IT WAS GOOGLE 

[joel-carmelo-blog]

remi+joel | i can see inside your mind

Joel was knew what PTSD looked like, and what it felt like. He had cradled his thirty year old brother during the fourth of July for the past three years. The sounds of the fireworks blasting reduced him to a sobbing mess, unable to get a word or even a sentence out without blubbering. His grandfather had PTSD. He would be recalling events that occurred during a police raid gone wrong and suddenly he would turn to stone, emotionless and still. When Joel was younger, he had made the mistake of trying to touch his grandfather and ask him what was wrong. The result was a hard punch in the gut and his grandfather screaming in his face, “You won’t take me down you assholes!”

It wasn’t his idea. In fact, it was his mother’s and his boss that came up with the idea of Joel going to some support group for PTSD. Joel wasn’t diagnosed, and he didn’t think he had PTSD. He hadn’t been to war and he hadn’t shot a gun or even been in a real fight, but he had seen death. He knew the face of loss. It was in blank stares in the emergency room, in the still tone of a heart rate gone flat. It was the death of a child that hit him especially hard, and caused his mother and his boss to tell him to go to the support group. Joel had been sitting at the table for their weekly family dinner and had to excuse himself when his little nephew walked in. His mother found him locked up in the bedroom, sitting on the floor in tears because his nephew looked so much like that immobile child. His mother told his boss, and his boss ordered to go to at least ten sessions. So that’s where he was.

Joel sat in a ring of people, feeling like he didn’t belong as they one-by-one told stories of war glory and defeat. All he had was the story of a family vacation gone wrong. Of a drunk driver swerving into the side of their family van, pinning their ten year old son in the backseat. They had to use a saw to cut away the metal before they could even move the boy onto the stretcher, and he never once cried, though his eyes were always open. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, moving to stand and head over to the refreshment table after the group leader said they could take a break. He poured himself some coffee and eyed the exit sign, brightly lit and neon red.

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[thisbrutalbelle]

Sumner Snaps || Bella&Remi

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Not sure what it was, but when I looked again it was gone.

[ SNAP ]: Was this out by the water between the shore and the land where the lighthouse is?

[ephrampettaline]

take a deep breath | remi & ephram

Ephram wasn’t what you would call an actual member of any of the twelve-step groups he floated inconsistently in and out of.  AA, NA, brief curious forays into Emotions Anonymous and Cocaine Anonymous, but nothing really stuck. He’d go to them now and again if he was out roaming in the evening, restless and wanting to be alone, and sometimes he’d share, and sometimes he’d leave halfway through.

This group wasn’t a twelve-step. It was something new, a different kind of support group that seemed much more in line for the needs of Sumnerites. Guided illusions, aura reading, that sort of thing. Ephram hadn’t gotten up the gumption to have one done himself -- being outed as housing a demon in front of a roomful of emotionally fragile people was not something he wanted -- but he’d sit with people, help ground them. 

Today, though. It wasn’t Ephram’s usual day to attend and there was a new person doing the illusions, an ethereally pretty man who seemed to be made up of reds and whites and blacks, like Snow White. Ephram watched him do a few sessions that left the people almost beatific, and when they took a coffee break, he sidled up to him at the pot. “I’m Ephram,” he said. “You -- your work’s incredible.” 

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[ashnadir]

go jump in the pool || remi & iann

“That’s odd...” Iann murmured to himself, adjusting his baseball cap as he hunkered down beside the rugged laptop.  With some brand new specialized software (or hardware...Iann didn’t really know or care about the difference) from Perl that upgraded his machine to a ley and mana super-computer, Iann was able to read and understand a lot more than before.  Before, he only had himself to rely on, for calibrating and attuning.  And Iann was considerably more mechanically minded than he was a programmer or electrician.  

Therefore, integrating Perl into his project , despite the injuries and drawbacks, had transformed his former hack-job into legit field of expertise.  He was doing it - he was actually tracking ley lines and measuring mana pools.  

So when one particular pool seemed to tremor and...basically get all wiggly-wobbly on his computer graph ready-thing, Iann was immediately intrigued.  Did he even have antenna out there?  Perhaps not.  Perhaps it was an area closely guarded by witches, or nymphs or something. 

Regardless, Iann needed to find out.  

He packed up his equipment, hopping into his van and trundled off, using the coordinates and a topographical map of Sumner that he’d pilfered from Town Records.  the coordinates weren’t exact of course, but once Iann arrived, he felt he was close to the swell of mana energy.  Iann tromped through, his curiousity far outweighing his caution, eyes on his portable ley reader and not his surroundings.  “C’mon, c’mon you bastard.  I know you’re around here somewhere.  Just give me a sign...”

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