#wayward.start

[rcbxl]

Tatiana was sat down on a bench, watching people pass her by as she enjoyed her chocolate rum ice-cream. Very peacefully, might I add - which was completely uncharacteristic for someone who often found herself actively seeking trouble. "Being poor sucks ass, ya know." She told the person who'd sat down next to her. "Like, I don't think I can deal with not buying myself a new pair of Versace sandals every other day."

[inxxubcs]

"I'll make you a deal. Keep your mouth shut, don't annoy me and I'll buy you all the alcohol you can stomach." The words that left his lips could, truthfully, be considered way less than friendly - though, Damien did not give two fucks about it. He was annoyed enough as it was, he'd had a long day and wanted nothing than to loosen up without having to deal with any body's incessant yapping.

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

    “You can have it.”

    Duke quickly passed over what was left of his food to the other Chattel who had growled at him for it. A werewolf if his assumptions were correct. The werewolves had been acting testy as of late. It was better to simply give it up and return to his apartment where he could sit in peace for a little while before reporting to work. It wasn’t as if he usually ate all of his food anyway.

   Standing from the table, Darragh turned to dart out of the room before he found himself running into someone. Blood drained from his face and his eyes immediately dropped to the ground in submission. “I apologize.”

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[thebrandonclark]

“Fucking hell.”

Brandon walked up the stairs to the second level of Vice shaking his head. The music thumped as the dancers on stage entertained the crowd that came to commemorate the Lunar Festival. Everyone was lost in their own mix of alcohol, music, and lust, but Brandon was too busy wiping the blood of his white shirt and powder blue suit. He had helped in “escorting” a rowdy customer off the premises that got the lucky chance to clock him across the jaw and because of the rare blue moon, the angel’s lip began to bleed. Brandon had experienced his fair share of blue moons in his long life, and though there certainly were more life-threatening experiences in the past, this was just annoying.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to wipe the blood that had seeped into the white shirt. He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in frustration. “That’s not going away any time soon.”

[theseductrxss]

the demon had never really focused too much on why festivals were so important to people, but now she could understand. it was all exciting, the fireworks coming up, the smell of everyone around bouncing with anticipation. it almost made her mouth water at it. she had never really settled anywhere after the garden except for hell and no one was ever this excited in hell, well, except for lilith. she had been so focused on the way everyone moved about that she hadn’t notice who had approached her, though quickly a smile came over her lips. “oh, what do you need?” it took a moment for her to look at whoever it was, “sorry, bit distracted today,” she wasn’t sorry, but it was still polite to say.

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[ceasxr]

if there was anything the vampire hated more it was the large gatherings of people, if anything he would choose to never have giant festivals like the one happening soon. too many people meant there would obviously be accidents and injuries and just bad things all together, and maybe he was just being grumpy like usual but he hated it. when he heard the chime of the door open to the book shop he glanced up from his book, face blank, “we’re closing for the day, festival things,” his voice was just as blank as his face, “you can try to come back another day,” he shut the book he was reading and placed it on the desk infront of him, raising a brow at the other.

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[svsswolf]

“Shops closing early.” Kora called from one of the back rooms of Enchanted as she heard the bell over the door chime. Walking back toward the front of the magic shop, the chattel stopped toward the front desk and idly lifted an old, decretive knife that had probably been used in a sacrifice or two many years ago before leaning back against the wooden counter. “The fireworks start in a couple hours.” Not to mention the full moon had her too on edge to man the place alone.

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