#santos.starter

[somxthingfamiliar]

Location: Conservatory of Flowers When: Evening, (open to anyone)

The conservatory was usually filled with people during the day and she could certainly understand why, seeing the plant life and flowers through the windows of bright sunlight was always a breathtaking sight to be sure but Rikki was looking forward to seeing some sights that could only be seen during the night. On and off she had been going to check on the blooms, she was used to having the time on her own so when another set of footsteps caught her attention the familiar couldn’t help but put up her guard. “Late night stroll is it?” Taking a step back she couldn’t help but think about the missing around the city.

[chefsdelight]

Connor had been on edge since the whole ordeal, kept looking down at his own hands and thinking about what they had been capable of doing. It made his stomach tighten up to the point that he wanted to be sick but instead he ran his hand through his hair and took in a deep breath of the cool air. Spring had been trying to break forward but it seemed winter just wouldn’t release its chilling grip. He thought diving into work would be the best way to bring some kind of sense or normalcy to things. Going to the marketplace was eerie given the last time he had been there he was attacked by Merlin, if that even really happened. The idea of it seemed too much for him, trying to push the memory away he went on to purchase things for the restaurant. The smell of fresh herbs, seafood, and mushrooms made him feel calmer at least, it was something he could understand at least. Taking his spoils back to the restaurant he rumbled with the keys in one hand when he noticed someone outside of it. “We don’t open tonight.” 

[ofkalea]

status: open to anyone

location: anywhere that fits

“I mean, I already have a coral reef one, and a wave...” The last which she showed to the other, pulling up the hem of her right sleeve to showcase the wave tattoo on her inner wrist. “I was thinking maybe a bluebell one somewhere, or maybe something art inspired?” Kalea thought aloud to her companion, who she’d managed to rope into a conversation about her next possible ink design. “I’m not sure though, the options are limitless and I’m not fully settled on any one idea. What do you think? If you were going to get a tattoo, what are some ideas you’d have in mind?” She asked curiously. Maybe their thoughts could strike some inspiration for her. Bouncing ideas off of others had helped her in the past, whether they be related to her art or other areas in her life. This time being a prime example. 

[lucxboyce]

Who: Lucas Boyce x OPEN Where: The Ugly Duckling What: Needing a night out, your muse and Lucas hit the Ugly Duckling for a night of booze, darts, pool, and general fun, and yes - the threat of Lucas making them sing on stage. If we haven’t plotted, feel free to assume connections!

“Okay,” The hellhound huffed out with a mild laugh, “that was such a lucky shot!” He defended as the dart his company had thrown hit bullseye. A feat he could accomplish if he wanted to but what was the fun in using his supernatural abilities all the time? The 80′s rock playlist he had paid to be played at The Ugly Duckling had Lu nodding his head along to the beat as he went to the board and collect their darts. “Don’t be such a damn show-off or I will sign us up for karaoke and unlike me, you can’t sing worth shit.” Lucas teased with an easy grin - he actually could sing and it had been briefly something he pursued many years ago when he resided in Nashville for a couple of years. 

Walling back up to his company, he handed the other their darts and gave them a playful shove. “Alright, the next one who wins buys the next round, deal?” He didn’t wait for an answer and took his spot, aiming for the dartboard and letting his dart fly. Perhaps....the dart was thrown with some of his supernatural skills for once...maybe.

[ameliaxalvarez]

Location: Wrench It! Who: Amelia and OPEN​ What: Mel is working late at the auto shop and someone stumbles in and refuses to leave. Can be a customer, friend, whoever! If we haven’t plotted, free to assume connections.

Amelia was the last one in the shop today, a treat that had not happened too often. Wrench It! was far too quiet and even though it was really late, that didn’t stop her from connecting her phone to the speaker in the corner and blasting her all-time favorite song. The rhythm of Selena had her dancing in no time, singing off-key as she tied her hair back in a messy bun. Grabbing her tools, Mel bent down under the car that was lifted in the air and began to work on it, losing herself in the job and in the sound of music. The sound of the bell jingling from the customer entrance is the only thing that pulled her from her thoughts. “We’re closed!” She yelled out, hoping the person would hightail out of there cause she didn’t want to deal with customers being moody right now due to be being turned away. However, the sound of the door closing and footsteps coming into the shop, alerted her that this person wasn’t going away. Popping from under the car, Amelia huffed a sigh. “Yo, I said we’re closed!”

[vindlcated]

for: everyone! where: love you a latte coffee alley  what: sabine is taking a massive risk by putting flyers out for a roomie all around the city. she just bumped into your character whilst doing so at the coffee shop. feel free to assume connections if we haven’t plotted!

now this... was something sabine didn’t want to do. but, it had to be done. she needed a roommate. rent was high, she had a crappy car to take care of, and student loans... she didn’t even want to think about those—and she was in her last year of vet school. so there she was, putting up fliers around the campus in greenhaven but also elsewhere—like the coffee shop in sunnyside. this was probably beyond stupid but her idea was that someone would contact her and they’d meet up in a public place... like the coffee shop, and talk it out if on first sight things were sketchy. she was desperate, and frankly without parents since she was eighteen so she really was all on her own with this stuff. 

sabine taped a flyer to a wall in the coffee shop and turned, bumping into someone. “oh, sorry,” she said, about to walk away, but stopped and looked back at the person with knit brows. “you’re not looking for a roommate are you? or... know someone who needs a roommate?”

[danielxwhitechapel]

Where: Some alleyway in Tsavo, towards the end of daylight Who: OPEN What: Danny is ever impatient for the sun to go down and will often wait on the outskirts for the final rays to disappear - that’s what he’s doing now and your muse runs into him. If we haven’t plotted, feel free to assume connections!

Los Santos wasn’t quite so different than other small towns he’s come across in his long - long- life. The only difference was the fact that the supernaturals ran rampant here instead of hiding under the shadows and guise of humanity and normalcy. Or at least, the way most did. What made it better? The whole mystery of disappearing supernaturals. Most in his case would ward off the city, but Danny couldn’t stay away from something so intriguing. He wanted to figure out what was going on while causing chaos to the shadows of his past. 

The sun was setting - it was taking too long, in Danny’s opinion, and he was itching to be able to freely travel the streets. The abandoned apartments only offered so much entertainment during the day. He could have used the sewer system, but it reeked horrendously and even if he held his breath, the stench always clung to his clothing. The last thing he needed was for that putrid smell to cling to Syd’s old leather jacket. Ever impatient, Danny waited in an alley for the final rays to disappear over the town. His blue eyes analyzed the last stream of light and he let his fingers dance along the edge, ignoring the burn that came from his fingertips when the sun burned him. It wasn’t until he saw the smoke arise that Danny pulled away and inspected the damage. It’d heal rather quickly - perks of immortality.

“Pesky thing,” Danny sighed, well aware that he hadn’t been alone even if he had acted like he had been. For a moment, he let himself miss the days he could walk in the sun and enjoy its warmth. It had been centuries since he’d been able to do that. “Well, the sun’s got about five minutes till it’s gone so that’s how long you have to explain why you’re just standing there like an idiot staring at me.” It was only then that he turned to look at the intruder of his momentary solitude.

[fadedhvntr]

It’s a while before he goes back to the local gas ‘n go on the corner. There’s something about going out in public that makes him a little hesitant after everything that happened in the shadows. Like he’s not sure if something is gonna jump out from around the corner and go right for his ribs. He still could remember the shadows swallowing him up and then looking up, seeing gleaming plate armor and then - 

Nothing.

Richard is lost in his thoughts as he walks through the aisles looking for something to drink, maybe something later when he was walking the dogs for Feyrah. But there’s a bump at his shoulder and breath catches in his throat. For once he doesn’t reach out to try and help. Instead all he can think about is how quickly he can get to the knife at his thigh. Letting out a tense breath, he forces a smile.

“Shit, I uh, sorry ‘bout that. Guess I got lost in my head.”