#type: open

[vampirdion]

          a  crowd  already  formed  at  the  base  of  the  stage  whilst  everyone  awaits  the  upcoming  main  performance.  they  all  engage  in  the  usual  pleasantries  then,  smoking  and  drinking  from  the  decanter  of  alcohol  to  pass  the  time.  dion,  for  his  part,  drank  sparingly,  more  interested  in  swirling  the  liquid  around  in  its  glass.

          from  across  the  table,  a  guest  manages  to  carry  a  conversation  well  enough  (  albeit  drunkenly  )  but  fails  to  incite  any  further  entertainment.  the  blond’s  gaze  flickers  across  the  room,  his  attention  elsewhere  as  the  other  prattles  on  about  recent  events  of  the  town.  there,  to  the  left,  he  catches  sight  of  someone  appearing  strangely  odd  amongst  regular  clients  in  the  dance  floor.  and  sure  enough,  dion  sets  his  drink  aside  and  excuses  himself  before  sauntering  over  to  be  introduced.

          he  had  no  intentions  of  befriending  eclipse’s  latest  visitor,  no.  not  at   all.     instead,  there’s  something  predatory  in  the  way  he  circles  around  them,  watching  intently,  eyes  bright  with  hunger.     “     you're  new,  if  i'm  not  mistaken,     ”     he  purrs  out  in  a  low  drawl,  quirking  his  lips  into  a  pleasant  smile.     “     is  it  your  first  time  in  a  place  like  this  ?     ”

[frolicsomenature-blog]

shop girl || open

((pre-or post-curse - is up to you, just note it somewhere! also if you want to assume that your character has already met her, that's fine, too...))

The little store, called Colors of the Wind, on Main Street only a couple of buildings down from Gold's Pawn Shop, is cozy--oils, crystals, tarot decks and assorted trinkets crowd the shelves while things like handmade jewelry and scarves hang from the wall. The aroma of incense wafts through, along with the sounds of relaxing meditation music.

The only thing missing is the shop owner.

She's in the back of the shop, balancing on one leg in tree position and talking into her cell phone when the bells on the door chime, indicating a customer has just come into the store.  

"I have to go," she tells the person on the other end of the line.  "Michael--no, no you cannot just drop by to see me. That's what being broken up means. It means I don't have to put up with your surprise visits or saving your ass when the sheriff drops by on you or--" There is a pause and she hisses, "--I have to go."  

She drops the cell phone into the pocket of her long cardigan and starts up to the front of the store--not that it's a particularly long walk--managing to look calmer as she arrives up at the cash register, pushing a lock of stray hair behind her ear.

"Hi...Is there something I can help you with?" she asks.

[bloodynorrington]

woof, woof || open

(M!A: dog for 12 hrs. expires 8AM 12.04.12)

He doesn't know how it's happened--a curse--how he hates magic, because the only aspect of magic he ever seems to encounter are curses--or something else, but as he runs around yelling--no, yipping--Norrington couldn't be more frustrated.

A dog. A bloody English Cocker Spaniel, at that.  He wonders whose idea of a joke this must be...

[blackheartedlions-blog]

1/11 | open to anyone in the three broomsticks |

Technically, Sirius is meant to be meeting the other Marauders, but they're taking their sweet time. James and Peter aren't new to being late, but Remus is never less than punctual. He growls silently at the drinks he's already ordered for his friends, and looks out for some company. He doesn't mind which - ideally, one of the other more attractive older girls, but he's not fussy. It's awfully cliche to be sitting alone at the bar, with more than enough drinks, but then again, Aren't I a bit of a walking cliche?

"Cheers, mate," Sirius says, nodding at the barkeep. He doesn't want to stay here, anyway. Once the boys have turned up, he sort of wants persuading them to follow him to one of Esme Garcia's regular haunts and get a new stash of weed. None of them have bought any during their stay at Hogwarts so far this year - it's been deemed too risky, with the teachers constantly on their backs (something to do with how they're apparently a bad influence on the rest of the school or some shit) and everyone's itching for something new.  

He drains his glass, and looks around hopefully for some company, until he sees a familiar face.

[namjihyun-prep-blog]

Late || Open

Jihyun was late, very late. She didn't even know how she managed to fall asleep on her textbook less than 2 hours before the party. She went to her closet, shifting through her dresses. If it was one thing Jihyun had enough of was dresses that showed off her legs. She finally found a black dress, bare back with jewels around the hole baring her back. Simple and stylish, just what she wanted. She slipped in the dress and did her hair in light waves. Her make up matched the setting of a club, playing up her eyes with a little more eyeliner than usual. She put on the black heels, walking out and getting in her car. She's too late to call for a limo, she'll just drive there. She arrived there about half an hour later.

She got out of her car, fixing the hem of her dress and walked in. The bass of the music bounced off the wall and all she could hear was music. She slowly made her way to a table. Dropping her clutch on an open table and made her way to the dance floor. She wasted no time on starting to dance, letting her hips move to the beat as she ignored what was happening around her until she felt someone bump into her, causing her to almost stumble on the floor.

[lionwithahandofgold-blog]

In the streets, midnight | open

It's worse at night, that much he knows. The little information he's managed to gather tells him that these creatures - he has to stop himself from saying these people because they're not - get more agitated when the sun goes down, stronger, more resilient; that's why the public announcements warned them to keep inside at night, at least until the power started getting cut off in most of the city.

But he doesn't give a damn how much stronger they are at night. His phone has been going haywire - Addam said they've been at the wires, desperate for warmth, even if it electrocutes them - and he only just received Cersei's text, going all but insane at the thought that something might have happened to her. Her answer is the usual - cold, precise, to the point - but he grasps at any sign of affection and his heart nearly bursts when the phone vibrates in his breast pocket. You're alive, you're alive, we're both alive. He almost flies at the door as soon as he reads the text but Addam holds him back - what are you doing, you fucking idiot, they'll get you and then what good'll that do Cersei - and it hurts, a physical hurt in his chest, to know she's apart from him.

He convinces Addam to let him go - we need to find out what's going on, we need backup, we need to make sure we're not the only members of the force still alive - and he's gone by the time the church tower above him strikes midnight, a torch in hand, a shotgun strapped to his back (three bullets, use them wisely), his taser charged.

He kills the first one at the entrance of the underground, kicking it in the gut and slicing its head with a piece of rubble he picks up from the dusty pavement. Afterwards, he examines its pale white skin, its orb-like blue eyes, its iron grip, still rigid in death. He fights the urge to throw up when he recognizes the face; a waitress from the pub opposite the police station and he's disgusted with himself when he doesn't remember her name. The piece of now bloodied rock is still in his hands when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He glances at the name flashing on the screen and grins.

"About time you showed up, wench."

[mysticsurgeon-blog]

A Hit Close to Home

Stephen Strange has seen everything. He has seen the beginning of time itself, and has seen the depths of Mephisto’s Realm. This wasn’t the first time Strange has seen destruction close to home, but the images he saw when he went past the makeshift field hospitals in Washington Square Park just blocks from his home, he could not get out of his head. Being a medical doctor by trade he wanted to help, but he knew he had a more pressing issue at hand. The damage was caused by magic and Strange knew that being the Sorcerer Supreme came with great responsibility. He also knew that he could possibly track the power responsible for the destruction.

The Sanctum Sanctorum was protected from the damage but the neighborhood was still hit as the destruction had covered an area from Times Square toward the Statue of Liberty. Strange was looking out the Seal of the Vishanti window and was about to meditate when he sensed a friendly presence approaching.