Aug 23, 2017
Frantic || Dorian & Lee
Dorian: *phone rings in his ear, the sound deafening in the wake of his panic*
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Frantic || Dorian & Lee
Dorian: *phone rings in his ear, the sound deafening in the wake of his panic*
Afterdark || Lyenne & Connor
It was a relief that the summer heat was all but absent in the cool night air. Lee sat on the steps of the Afterlife, cigarette dangling between two fingers. The club behind her pulsed with music and conversation while the town before her offered a quiet contrast. She brought the smoke up to her lips and took a drag as her eyes turned skyward. It was incredible to think that this was the same night sky she had seen on any given battlefield, any other hospital she had worked at. That all she had to do was look up and be in some way connected to each part of her past. She knew most of their names now, not all in the same language or culture, but named nonetheless. Seeing them now, she was more glad than ever to have made the move. The lights of New York had done their utmost to keep the stars out of her reach, many of the big apple’s residents never having actually seen stars with their own eyes.
A passing car brought her back to reality and Lyenne shook her head, ridding herself of the introspection. She grunted at how lost in herself she seemed to be lately. But when the redhead looked up to take another pull from her smoke, she saw a figure approaching and a small smile broke out on her lips. “Hey there, stranger,” she said easily, voice low and calm, “having a good night?”
The night was warm but the air was soft with the gentle breeze that blew through. It wasn’t the stifling humidity of the New York nights he’d been so used to before he found himself in Spiritvale. Nor was it the dry suffocating heat of New Mexico where he’d grown up. This was much softer, much more gentle. He liked this better. It reminded him of California but still, it was colder than even there. Not quite the Pacific Northwest but close. He’d stepped out of the club for a breather and a smoke. He was sweaty and slightly tipsy but it was a common state for the wolf.
Connor was a man that didn’t care about the norms of the different species he came across. Afterlife was common for the vampire crowd, it catered to them with blood dolls and drinks laced with the life sustaining substance. As a wolf, he did get a few odd looks but he had enough friends of different species that he didn’t much care for what people thought of him.
He lights the smoke and stepped over to smokers corner, catching the fact that there was someone else there. Cool! “Hey!” The cheerful tattoo artist said with a smile. “So far so good, how’s about yourself?” He took a pull from the smoke and let it fill his lungs before slowly letting it out.
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🍻 Harrison
10. Take control of the music
“This music’s shite.” Axel grumbled.
“Agreed.” The St Clair concurred.
Axel looked towards the man, the St Clair coven leader if he remembered right. Axel wasn’t exactly one who involved himself in the affairs of witches, but just in living in town you soon picked up who was who from the circles you ran within.
He cocked his jaw thoughtfully, “We should probably do somethin’ about it then eh?” Axel looked toward the speakers and the little device they were plugged into, “We just need to get him outta the way.” He nodded his head to the so-called DJ who seemed to be guarding the ipod with his life.
Harrison chuckled under his breath, “I think we can handle that.” He pushed himself off of the wall the pair had been lurking against and made his way over. The kid was scrawny, someone had clearly entrusted him with the job to keep him out of the way. Harrison stepped before him, “Evening... Listen, I’m sure you’ve noticed, but this music is truly terrible. Could we flip it over?”
The kid shook his head, but did give Harrison a quick up and down with a little gulp, “Eden specifically said to keep it on this playlist.”
A soft growl sent shivers up the kid’s spine when he approached from the other side, a little pincer movement by the two men, “Step aside kid.” The bastet ordered sternly. The boy looked up at him with wide eyes.
Harrison’s gaze remained fixed on the boy, “I’ll ask one last time. Let’s change the tunes, shall we?” With the boy’s focus on the looming bastet, Harrison was able to easily take the ipod from the table. The boy turned around again with a look of horror.
“Hey!” He reached for it, but Harrison raised his hand up high. Axel grumbled and leaned forward to reach his hand around to place it on the kid’s face and forcefully push him away, “Get outta here kid.” The boy stumbled away, tail between legs.
The two men deliberated for a moment, but after an agreement was made, the next song that rung out was far more their speed. Even if it did elicit a few groans from some of the younger party-goers. Not that anyone dared go near the table when those two lingered by it.
Drinks || Dorian & Lee
Dorian was having a good day at the to his knowledge no one had died, which meant he hadn’t been pulled away from the festivities. That was more than he could say for the year previous so things were looking up. He’d stopped by a few of the booths, picked up a few odds and ends and decided to stop for a pint at one of the tents. It wasn’t the kind of pint a vampire truly wanted, but, as there were tourists around, he wasn’t going to complain. He’d fed earlier in the day anyway and a bit the night previous. His tab at Afterlife had been perhaps a bit higher than normal but he didn’t care. The doll he’d found had been rather tastier than he was used to.
Once he’d gotten the drink, filled in the cheap plastic cups, he scanned the tent for a place to sit. It was busy but people seemed more content to come and go with their beer where as he wanted to enjoy it and sit for a moment to collect his thoughts. He spotted the red head with ease, though it wasn’t her hair that gave her away. Her costume did a decent job of hiding that. Her scent was another story. He took a sip of the drink and headed over to where she sat. “It’s a good thing we don’t feel heat like normal people,” he said when he approached her. “I would be willing to bet heat stroke would be on the table if a mortal wore that to a fayre on a day like this.” It was warm, as it should be in July and she was dressed head to toe in black with a hell of a mask covering her face. Dorian appreciated the look.
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“I broke a poor man’s nose by pulling out a far too enthusiastic funky chicken on the dance floor once...”
🍻 Lyenne
4. Play a game of ring of fire
It was one of those rare occasions where people of their kind of profession actually had a damn night to spare, and boy did Cass need it. This investigation was wiping her out, and she needed some form of stress relief. Alcohol was the easy answer, but how they’d managed to end up back at her place staring at the pint glass surrounded by cards was beyond her.
The ring was getting sparse, and the dirty pint looking ever more grim, “This is so fucking stupid.” Cassandra muttered, but received a sharp elbow in the arm by Lee.
“Stop being a wuss.”
“Easy for you to say, you can’t even get drunk!”
“Hey,” Cut over the voice of one of the other doctors who’d accompanied them, “It’s Lee’s turn.”
The red headed vampire leaned forward and carefully picked out a card, her choice breaking the circle. A few of their more drunken companions whooped, but Cass just gave her a harsh case of side-eye. Lee only smiled at her and downed her drink, “Your turn.”
Cass rolled her eyes and leaned forward, carefully selecting a card that would tentatively keep the circle closed. Risky move, but with a good pay off as she turned the card over for all to see. Rhyme.
“Dog.” Cass started.
“Fog.” Lee intoned. They went around the circle twice, and it eventually fell on one of the EMTs to stumble over a rhyme before the group booed him and demanded he chug his drink down.
Cass had to chuckle at that one, and Lee gave her another sharp jab, “Hey, cut that out.” She snipped, but Lee only laughed at her.
“It’s just good to see you actually smiling again.” She told her sincerely.
The wolf couldn’t help but pull a little face at that, but it was entirely true. She hadn’t smiled in so long, not since she took over this insane case. But the moment of sentimentality was brushed over with a scoff as the person next to her took their turn to draw a card.