#saluevent

[dead-head-con-blog]

Too Drunk To Care || Open

He looked at the poster printed off with his face all over it. He wondered if they twisted the story he told them. Meni was slaughtered and decapitated by him. That was the basis and depending on how sober he got the story would change various times. He was content with what he had done when he was stone cold drunk. Too drunk to move his eyes without getting a head rush. When sober he was distraught over how much of a monster he was. He disregarded what Meni did and completely took on the entirety of blame. The woman he loved was ripped apart and forced to have her dead head preserved so he could live. Here he was on the steps of his work place, just waiting for the police to round him up but they didn't come. Not yet anyway. Why he saved himself he didn't know. Why he felt a need to survive would baffle him until the moment he was desinigrated or his magic drained. "I didn't mean it Meni. I loved you." He whispered before downing the remaining rum in his flask and dropping the container in his lap. His head raised to look at the clouds. If he let it rain before making up the bodies he need to then he would most likely end up with a muddy grave to dig.

[theghostofgreece-blog]

She had accepted long ago her fate was sealed in fire and blood. She was a creature born into misery that wanted the world and when her parents died that little girl inside of her that could still be saved perished with them. Of course she was the source of their death but in the grand scheme of things it was a minor detail. 

But no matter how many people she had killed over the centuries, and it was a lot, children where always something she did not touch. Maybe because he childhood had ended in death that she avoided the squealing things like they contained the plague. Now she was looking at a sign that claimed she had done just that. Killing a child was something that Hadley wasn’t capable off, not really. With a fury she ripped the sign down something burning low in her stomach. 

Blinded by the rage she practically stormed towards the nearest building that would contain a officer. One way or another someone was going to pay for making her seem like a child killer. 

Outside the building a small group had formed probably to do the same as her. But in that moment Hadley didn’t care about petty crimes. Someone was trying to pin a murder of a child on her, if the town wasn’t bad enough now she was stuck being accused for false crimes. If it had been anything but that she would have gladly taken the credit, but this. This hurt the little bit that was left of her soul. “Move” she hissed at someone wishing not for the first time that she could tear the stupid amulet of her finger and tare them all to shreds.

When the person didn’t move Hadley got angry, or angrier. “I said fucking move!” she shouted pushing the person out her way, they might have fallen to the ground but the harpy couldn’t care. The wanted sign in her hand crumbled and she pushed her way to the front until there was only one person in front of her. “I advice you move so I can hurt these pieces of crap” she shouted the last part at the building hoping someone was listening. 

[hand-it-back]

Larceny. Larceny. Larceny? Larceny. No matter how many different ways he said it, he still couldn’t understand this. Just overnight the whole sanctuary fell down into this huge confused bundle of.. Nonsense (in his opinion) and he had just gotten off of parole. His record was nearly spotless, because let’s be honest here- Sasha wasn’t the type of guy to go seek trouble. He was a law abiding citizen that kept to himself, but in a non-dangerous way. But when he had gotten his mail this morning he almost swore. 

On the top of the envelope he always got everyday (since he was able to receive mail that was) that was just covered in stickers and terrible writing that was clearly addressed to him, there was a plain envelope with former writing. The second he read it a sigh was already in the process of being drawn out. Here he was, a man that has been in Salutem for a little over a month and just got off of parole two days ago, staring at a statement that declared he was accused of larceny. He didn’t get bothered or angered that easy, but this offended him. It was a part of his own code of conduct that he never stole from anyone’s home or place of living. Yet there was a letter from the council that stated otherwise. 

Larceny. Complete, utter horse sludge. Despite the rude start to his morning, Sasha still went to work but instead of just staying quiet while he cleaned there was a bit more noise in his motions. He swept a bit faster than usual and cleaned with a rag a bit harder as well while he stared blankly at whatever was in front of him. His brows were furrowed deeply, and after about half an hour of just staying silent, he couldn’t take it anymore. It bugged him immensely that he, out of all people, was accused of something like that. It was like a slap to his face, his mother’s and father’s face, and even his ancestors. 

Soon enough he started to mutter under his breath and even began to mock the word. Larceny. Oh, of course he would be charged with that. Exaggerated lines formed around the corner of his lips as he quietly bickered to himself, and he popped his arm off and moved it around as he made fun of the damn letter. The cleaning was put on pause as he lived out the small amount of anger he felt at the thought of being put on parole again, but he wasn’t aware of how much of an idiot he must have seemed to the other person that could see him standing right beside the inside of the gates to Boulder Grove Cemetery. 

[totally-troy-baker]

[poor-kingdemon-blog]

Oh he hated this event. He hated the little celebration of this lie. The veil around everyone’s eyes was pulled tighter each time that the council organized one of these. He actually became angrier than his usual vain little self. He was king and when his kingdom became blind it threw him into a pissed off, don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-me attitude. 

There was only one way to fix his bad attitude any time, any where. Alcohol. He drank knowing that he and his vessel could handle large amounts without getting extremely crazy. So that’s what he did. Consumed as much as he could, put on a sweet face, and sauntered in on the little party they had, putting on his best smile, and using his kindest words. Once inside he spread his arms and took a deep breath, then he was spinning on his heal looking at the other party-goers. “Who is ready for a good time? Come, come, Kolya Lazar, also known as Lazarus or even Lazzy, is here to liven up the place.”

[cythraulslair-blog]

Ryan smiled as the last alarm went off for his sauce to put on the food he was preparing. He had been asked to provide some food, in small quantities. Hors D’eourves. He’d chosen a small seafood dish that could be served cold or at room temperature. Well, at air temperature outside. He had sent the first batch to the council to try, and was now making a decent amount for this block party of sorts.

Once everything was plated and stowed for the short walk to the area that had been blocked off for the festivities, Ryan carried his food down the road with a soft smile. He hoped that the residents would quite enjoy the finger food. Setting up, he put a small card weighed down by a few stones with a smile. The card identified that he, as the owner of Books and Bites, had made these. He looked up at an approaching resident, a charming smile on his face.

“Hey there! What can I do for you?”

[salutem-carter-blog]

Block Party Bash || Starter

Carter was... excited, perhaps. Excited wasn’t quite the word he was looking for. Maybe “full of anticipation” would have been a better phrase to use. Drink in hand, the angel looked around at all the supernatural creatures of Salutem. He couldn’t have imagined such a place would ever exist, yet here he was. Everyone seemed to be generally enjoying the party the town officials had put on for all the residents. Looking over, he smiled at the person next to him. “Enjoying the festivities?” He asked politely.