#unchained:starter

[roadmosttaken]

Everything hurt but at least her pride was intact. There had been a murder in the community and ever council and pack and coven had turned inwards to root out the perpetrator. It was almost laughable that her coven suspected her. Like she would be stupid enough to leave evidence of what she had done. Because the scene displayed signs of ritual her coven had almost immediately called her in for interrogation. Never had Helena cursed her reputation more than when she was lead into the room and sat the lone chair there. 

They had started with just asking her abut her involvement with the murder which of course she denied. She had nothing to do with it but it seemed the higher ups in her coven didn’t agree. Even telling the truth wasn’t enough for them to believe her. A little bit more of her faith in the coven slipped when she was held down and their means of interrogation.

Honestly she didn’t remember everything. She had been dumped out onto the street a little while ago and had been trying to stumble home since then. Helena knew she was bleeding but wasn’t sure from where. Her leg kept collapsing out from under her so walking was slow going. If it wasn’t for sheer power of will she would have given up. She fell again, leaning against the wall heavily before she slid down. Maybe just a little bit of a rest. 

She had only been there a moment when a shadow came over her. “Whoever it is, fuck off.” She mumbled through bloody lips, her eyes closed. @nola-starters​

[ares-trilling]

He realised he’d been side too long when the milk in his fridge went bad. He really need to stop isolating himself so much, it wasn’t suppose to be in his nature and yet here he was. Marcus stepped out into the streets of New Orleans, the sun dipping low enough to cast an orange glow along the street. Locking up he shoved his hands in his pockets and attempted to make his way through the busy street towards a store. You would think being so tall and broad it would be easy for people to avoid him but Marcus found that he was having to side step just to avoid touching people. 

Sometimes he longed for a quieter place to live but he’d never be more invisible than right there. The humans around him were full of energy and there was a slight gnawing in his gut that he had to ignore. He’d already fed recently. He wasn’t planning on feeding again so soon. 

Turning a corner to avoid a large bachalorette party that was making its way down the street Marcus ended up barrelling straight into someone. He reached out on reflex to steady them only to pull his hands back like he’d been burned. Normally he’d be fine with contact but he was trying to ignore the pang in his gut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to knock into you.” He looked up, his eyes not quite meeting theirs. 

[leonshepard]

The sun had already set by the time Leon left the law firm.  Like clockwork, the man rushed home to his lonely apartment to change out of his penguin suit.  Most evenings, he get into his workout clothes and run a few miles to help blow off some steam.  However, a job was not going to cut it.  No, he needed a drink or two after the week he has been having.  Leon found himself at a local establishment and upon entering, he felt a sense of magic around him but merely shrugged it off as he headed towards the bar.  “Whiskey neat,” he ordered as his dazzling blue eyes wandered around the place. Usually one to keep to himself, he decided to branch out a little.  After all, it was getting rather lonely.  “Come here often?”

[jez-dragoumis]

Jez ✉ ↪ Open

Jez: I hate my brother sometimes.

Jez: If I ever disappear from NoLa? He's why.

[drdrago]

@nola-starters​  open.

  “Just one moment!” She heard someone walking around the front hall of the Lalaurie House, the footsteps echoing in the silence. Most would be uncomfortable, the vibes of a haunting now footsteps cutting through the peace. Instead the girl dug for the introduction card she had for whom ever was waiting. Popping up from behind the table -- if she wanted to feel important, or do something more with her life she wouldn’t be working there -- but there was a sense of calm with being the only on in such a beautiful home despite the horrors that happened once on the grounds. “I have your introduction card.” She stated breathlessly finally entering the ‘waiting’ room noticing them eyeing the large picture of the  Marie Delphine LaLaurie. “She was very beautiful for her time.”

[malachai-dragoumis]

On the couch, Malachai leaned forward with his super Nintendo controller in his hand staring intensely at the screen. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me,” he mumbled under his breath.  At the sound of a knock at his door, he paused the game and became very still curious as to it could be.  “Son of a bitch,” he said cursing himself as he quickly got up.  “I’m coming,” he yelled out.  “Sorry, I completely forgot what today was.”  Kai said loud enough for the person on the other side of the door.  When he rushed to the door, he had a pleading look of forgiveness until he saw who it was, “oh it is only you.”  He commented in a monotone voice.  Leaving the door wide open for the person, he headed back towards the living room to grab a shirt to put on.

[oscar-rawal]

To say that Oscar was out of his depth would be an understatement. He had only been in New Orleans for a few days and the immense culture shock had left him weary and frankly, missing the simple live he’d once had back in England. Returning was impossible, at least for the time being. He needed time away, time to figure out himself after the bombshell that had been dropped.

His entire life, he’d believed himself to be completely ordinary. That was fine, perfect even, the supernatural was merely something in stories but little had he known there was something mystical cooking within him the entire time, purposefully being hidden for his whole life by his parents. The secret was out there now and it was going to take a while to reconcile that loss of normality.

Despite feeling overwhelmed, he wanted to at least try and explore a little, try and get a feel for the place he’d be calling home for the foreseeable future, try and see if anyone was hiring as while he had enough money to pay rent for his tiny apartment, that was only for a month or two; and while he liked being alone, gaining a familiar face would hopefully leave him feeling less like a fish out of water.

[beau-mccallum]

With the crowd cheering, Beau finished the last few notes of Friends in Low Places and placed the microphone back up and took a bow.  “Thank you, thank you very much.”  Beau said blowing kisses towards the crowd.  For a man who usually was reserved and tried to remain hidden, he certainly was out of his shell tonight.  Stumbling down the stairs of the stage, it took him a moment to get his bearings when he thought he spotted the table towards his friend.  Without much thought, he wrapped his arm around who he thought was his friend’s neck, leaned in and kissed them on the cheek not much paying attention who it was.  It was odd, for someone who disliked anyone in his personal space.  “We are going up there next...together.”  Beau explained as he looked up at the stage to see the next person up for karaoke.  “And no, you do not get to say no,” he slurred knowing it might take some convincing.  “I need another drink,” his eyes wandering around the place for a moment, tipsy from the previous shots from earlier, before his lovely rendition of a Garth Brooks song.  “I am thinking duet.”  And with those words, he smiled before leaning in and placing a kiss on t heir lips.  “Yes, now to get another drink.  You want something?”