Thornridge Reblogs

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[maevewesterly]

“It’s just a precaution!” Maeve insisted, holding the pointed stick above her head. Going to taped off trail was her idea, but she was terrified of what they might see there. Her grip tightened on the wood, her heart racing the closer they got. “You’re going to wish you had something too if we run into anything sketchy!”

[sweet-likecxndy]

“Oh, seriously, they don’t know who did it? Fifty bucks says some vamp got a little over-zealous with their blood toy, drained ‘em, then panicked and tried to make it look like they died some other way.” Candy huffed, her interactions with the clan had been far from cordial lately, and the fact that her kind were now suspects in a murder was doing little to ease how she felt. She ordered another shot, gesturing for the bartender to bring one to her companion as well.

[lonewolfcal]

“I don’t care what people are saying, I’m not the informant.” It didn’t matter whether or not Cal was telling the truth. He was the newest one on the force, and all his colleagues (especially the humans) were suddenly giving him shifty stares. He’d managed to escape to the diner for a cup of coffee and some fries, but as it turned out, he was getting stares there too. “What? Don’t believe me? I don’t give a shit.” 

[infiernode-dante]

“I wonder what they’ll decide to call this death in the papers… wait, I’ve got a guess. Animal attack?” Dante scoffed, downing another shot. He didn’t know or much care whether it was a vampire or a werewolf that had killed the poor, unnamed soul out in the woods… all he was sure of was that they didn’t die of natural causes. One way or another, their death was a result of the supernatural being in Thornridge, and that didn’t sit easy with him.

[garrattharvey]

UPENDING THE CLAN and moving elsewhere was not an option for Garratt, but the threat of hunters coming in lay over his chest like bricks. Heavy is the head, he told himself, entering The Alibi Room. The best way to foster peace was to create peace. He intended to do so by example. Ordering, “Pale ale, please…” he made himself comfortable at the bar on a stool, turning to the other beside of him. “Drinks are on me tonight. Enjoy.”

[mayorzorafalk]

Zora leaned over, bracing her hands on her knees, her breathing coming in heavy pants as she paused her run. She liked to think she was fairly in shape, but her breath coming in heavy, her heart thudding in her chest, and her muscles aching reminded her that her abilities were significantly limited when compared to the other citizens of her town. She straightened up, roughly pulling her hair tie out and redoing her ponytail, that had fallen loose in the jog. Her movements didn’t pause as she heard someone come up behind her. “Unless you’re offering a post-run stretching and massage session, I’d really love to keep this one little bit of alone time.”

[garrattharvey]

(dacre montgomery, cismale, heteroflexible) - stop your growling, GARRATT HARVEY is here. HE is an ELDER vampire and is 2,144 years old. When they aren’t lurking in dark alleys, they’re a DEFENSE ATTORNEY (SPECIALIZING IN VAMPIRE LITIGATION). All their friends say they’re +PRAGMATIC and +LOYAL, but they can be -LASCIVIOUS and -ABRASIVE if you get on their bad side.

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[kassarslan]

Kassandra went in and a bell jingled overhead. The smell of old books hit her and it was somehow like coming home. Although she doubted that she’d find anything remotely important about the town in here, like terribly dark secrets or any other suspicious findings, it couldn’t hurt to learn more about its very history. She was nothing if not thorough. Standing there, staring at the long shelves crammed with tattered pages, she felt herself relax and, for the first time since her arrival, was suddenly at peace.

After a while of taking a look around, she reached out for a random book; only to find herself touching the hand of someone else. 

“What an odd coincidence. Do you mind?”

[kassarslan]

↬ ( ayca aysin turan, cis-female, pansexual ) - stop your scowling, KASSANDRA ARSLAN is here. SHE is a TOWNSPERSON human and is 27 years old. When they aren’t skulking down main street, they’re a JOURNALIST. All their friends say they’re SOCIABLE and AMIABLE, but they can be PROVOCATIVE and VINDICTIVE if you get on their bad side.

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[mallfunctioning]

“Okay, look…” Reluctantly pausing her loud music to slide off her headphones, there isn’t a single bone in the brunette’s body that doesn’t want her to stop talking as her pointed words make their way off the tip of her tongue, “I didn’t really care when it was just me standing here, but you’re starting to hold up a line and it’s pretty inconsiderate. So, could you please just hurry it up or something?” In truth, she couldn’t have cared less about the person’s inability to make up their mind, or that there were people standing behind them right now. Her real issue was that she was technically supposed to be behind the wheel of her car already. However, it’d been another long night of strange dreams and memory lapses, and she knew the only way she’d be able to keep from crashing her car was with the help of an extra-large, black coffee to get her morning started.

[billiebcnnett]

(adelaide kane, cisfemale, pansexual) - stop your scowling, WILHELMINA “BILLIE” BENNETT is here. SHE is a TOWNSPERSON human and is 25 years old. When they aren’t skulking down main street, they’re a REGISTERED NURSE. All their friends say they’re +SELF-MOTIVATED and +GENEROUS, but they can be -IMPETUOUS and -EVASIVE if you get on their bad side.

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[billiebcnnett]

DESPITE THE FACT that Billie had lived in Thornridge for some time, the amount of people she knew intimately was shockingly low. She needed to make a concerted effort to be elsewhere, other than hanging around the hotel bar of the Inn. And yet. Not today. She was there now, sipping down a vodka martini, Ketel One, up, with a twist, and she turned to the person next to her. “You know,” she said, “you can donate blood at a bank every eight weeks, but if it’s just a little bit, you can do it way more frequently. Interesting, right? I’ve got it down to a science. Either a full taste once a week, or a few small tastes every other week. That way, I can basically… give what I want, and not die.” Billie flashed a smile as though it was the most normal conversation in the world, as though listing off the ingredients to pasta instead of the morbid subject it was.

[dead-heart-still-beating]

It might have been a strange thing to see a man walking around in sunglasses at night but Alex didn’t seem the slightest bit awkward about it.  He strolled down a quiet city street, enjoying the silence and solitude; both of which were shortly disrupted by the sound of footfalls and the appearance of someone else. “I’ve not eaten yet tonight so if I were you I’d give a wide berth,” he warned, keeping several feet away in passing but managing a sly grin from behind the reflective shades. “What?  Never seen anyone wearing sunglasses after dark before?  One of the advantages of being extremely old and extremely set in my ways is that I can do whatever the fuck I please.  And I usually do.”

[dead-heart-still-beating]

(luke evans, male, heterosexual) - stop your growling, ALEX DRAKE is here. HE is a LONER vampire and is 2,019 years old. When they aren’t lurking in dark alleys, they’re a CORPORATE CEO. All their friends say they’re +DRIVEN and +ASSERTIVE, but they can be -INSATIABLE and -CONTROLLING if you get on their bad side 

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[lara-miller-deactivated20190807]

The club was buzzing with activity and Lara had been run off her feet behind the bar all night. When it was time for her break however, she didn’t go outside for some air like she normally would. Instead, she stood in a corner where she could watch the dancers unnoticed. With every undulation of their perfect bodies and every miniscule piece of clothing they removed she felt somehow empowered. This was a place where female sexuality was celebrated and she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy that she wasn’t up there herself. She hadn’t felt celebrated in a very long time. Believing she was alone she couldn’t help but sway her hips a little and imagine it was her up there, letting herself lose herself and her inhibitions in the music.

[sweet-likecxndy]

“Ooooh, my horoscope says that I should do something physical today… sounds promising, don’t you think?” Candy’s eyes flickered up from the magazine with amusement, and she gave a little smirk. She was killing time at Luke’s, and since she’d already polished off all the Cosmo quizzes, she’d moved onto the horoscopes. “What’s your sign? I’ll tell your fortune!” She offered, looking at the other person excitedly.

[lara-miller-deactivated20190807]

(emily ratajkowski, female, bisexual) - stop your scowling, LARA MILLER is here. SHE is a TOWNSPERSON human and is 25 years old. When they aren’t skulking down main street, they’re a BARTENDER AT THE RISQUE . All their friends say they’re +LOYAL and +CARING, but they can be -FIESTY and IMPULSIVE 

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