#shadowstarters

[nate-princeofstrays]

Nate wasn't in a good place right now, but no one could blame him, because he was being followed by a weirdo. At first he had assumed that this was just another case of the ol' enthrall, no big deal. Just some dude who had fallen under his unholy Incubus spell and didn't know how to express the feeling of enamorment. Oh, if only. As soon as he had tried to confront him, the man had shrieked about being threatened by a supernatural. So not an enthralled person then, Nate had thought as he had legged it out of sheer fight-or-flight, just some bigot.

As most of his past tormentors (fuck them, by the way) would be happy to confirm, Nate was not someone easily cowed. In fact, most methods of intimidation just didn't work on him, unless you threatened someone he cared about. Which was exactly why he couldn't go home — he lived with children and did not want this jerk to get anywhere close to them. And he couldn't go to the police either, because he doubted they would see his side on it, if his experience was anything to go by. To them he was just a lying Incubitch hurting for attention.

Gods, he could use a hug.

Stopping in his tracks, he glanced around for anything he could use as a deterrent. It was then that he spotted a person nearby and he didn't hesitate to force a big smile on his face as he approached them. "Hey, buddy! Didn't expect to see you here!" With his back now to the man watching him from a distance, the beam faded. "Sorry. I know this is weird for you,” he continued in a rapid whisper. “But would you pretend to be my friend for a bit? I’m being followed by someone, but I think he'll leave if I'm not alone anymore." He didn't want to deal with bigots, he didn't want to pull strangers into this, he wanted to go home.

[zekereynes-blog]

Dark eyes flitted about wildly, unable to understand what they saw in their owner's current state. Where was he? It didn't matter, it was unsafe. There were too many people and he didn't recognize any of them, stumbling past them with his usual grace missing. A detached part of him realized he was having a panic attack, but he couldn't for the life of him remember how to make it stop. This wasn't like him, Zeke would never show vulnerability like this – but then, he wasn't Zeke, was he? He was just Eli and the real Zeke was long gone. Why did he have to steal his name? Look where it got him.

Unsafe.

He shakily managed to make his way over to a park bench and collapsed on top of it, not checking whether there was anyone already sitting next to him.

[armstrong-james]

“Well...At least ice cream still tastes the same,” James mused quietly, taking a bite of his Neapolitan flavored dessert. At least now, he didn’t have to eat around the chocolate part. Maybe he was trying to find something positive amidst all the hell he had experienced the past four months. That hell wasn’t over, but at least it was more bearable. He could live like someone with rights again, see his friends, see his family. Eat ice cream. “I can’t remember the last time I had chocolate,” he said, tilting his head.

[drdeweyf]

It had been far too long since Dewey had forgotten his exercise regimen. Though there was little consequence when you didn't gain or lose weight, the activity managed to offer him an escape of sorts. With nothing else to focus on but a main goal, his mind didn't have much time to wander, and the physical activity let loose a steady stream of dopamine. One of the few times he found himself truly at peace was engaging in a jog or run, and today afforded the perfect weather for either one. He wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Not with the multitude of heavy thoughts swirling inside of his head. He had broken into a sprint, stemmed back slightly to a human's typical pace of course, but the effects were the same. Relishing in the wind flowing past him, crisp air brushing against his equally cool skin. For a good half hour, there had been nothing but himself and a few passers by along the circular paths surrounding Wonderland park. At the forty-five minute mark, he finally slowed to a light jog, beginning to truly take in the varying sights around him, when he became acutely aware of a padding not too far behind his own steps. Glancing backwards revealed, not a human or any other supernatural, but a rather large German shepherd. He was keeping up a decent pace with Dewey's own steps, and when he finally slowed to a halt, the canine followed suit. At least for a moment; soon enough he grew bored of the break in movement, and surged upon Dewey's legs, barking animatedly. "Whoa, there, hold on, boy... goodness, you're quite friendly, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, kneeling down to properly scratch underneath the scruffy chin. The search for any identifying tags came up empty, and he glanced around for a moment before spying someone approaching. "Excuse me? You, uh, wouldn't happen to have lost a dog, would you?"

[synfulxhalifax]

Syn was starting to find this town to be boring, she missed being in her club but it was getting renovated right now. Plus with the whole news of the cure coming out, she actually had a regular come up to her and suggest she get it like she actually wanted to be a human. She never in the last hundred years had regretted being a Succubus and she wouldn’t in the next hundred more. She just didn’t get why humans thought that they would want to be one of them? 

“Honestly is there anything fun to do in this town?” Syn ask the person who was behind her in the coffee shop. She needed her caffeine as she was dealing with the final consultants for her club and if they messed anything up their heads would be on a platter.  

[murphyslawx]

Friday nights at Saints and Sinners were always busy, at least that’s what Murphy had assumed from her recent trips to the club since her arrival. It was full to the brim with workers, men and women showing up to destress from a hectic work week. Murphy was among them, but certainly didn’t count herself one of them. She only picked up a couple shifts at Grave Desires that week, and she sure as shit wasn’t here to let off steam. 

The argument, the hunters. It was all more than enough to have her even more on edge, and Murphy had made it an effort to ignore those events as much as possible. Avoiding her problems was probably one of her specialties, if not the thing she was best at, but because of this she found herself exhausted on a Friday night, with almost no energy to indulge in well, anything.

Knowing the owner had its perks, and because of this Murphy took advantage. Stretching herself out along one of the many plush couches, she sighed in satisfaction. Several empty glasses sat on the floor instead of on one of the many tables, and she let her finger lazily drag around the rim of the only one that still had amber liquid in it. With her stomach flat against the cushions and eyes on the teeming dance floor on the lower level, she didn’t see her visitor, instead hearing their arrival with a scuff of shoes on the carpet. She didn’t bother raising her head or turn to look. “Seat’s taken,” she said, just loud enough for even a human to hear over the loud music. “And yes, I mean all of them.”

[jasonxwalters-blog]

It was his first day on the job and as much as he loved being a cop, he hated today. He still didn’t really know where anything was and he knew maybe like the names of 3 people. It was mostly his fault, he could have tried harder but it was too late now. He had been assigned a beat and he had to do his job. There was no way he was going to let anything happen that he could prevent. 

But he should have been paying attention to where he was walking as he had just crashed straight into someone. “Oh shit, are you okay?”

[nickk-robinsonn]

“Alright, I’m taking a poll,” Nick started, showing his phone to the person he was speaking to. “Should I get this tattoo next or this one?”