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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 26 2009] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Night, shortly after 8:30 pm and during the snowfall.
Where: Adrienne's cottage, her bedroom.
What: Dealing with the aftermath of hell.
A low whistling noise filled the room as the wind howled outside of the window, and Zach’s eyes stared over Adrienne’s hair at the glass panes. He watched the swirls of white flakes and puffs float and twirl through the air together in an intricate dance before eventually landing on something below. Some flakes gathered on the ledge of the window, pilling up a white trail of fluff that looked a lot like cotton. There were no other noises inside of the room aside from the steady sound of their breathing.
His arm laid around Adrienne’s waist, careful not to touch her middle where Dante’s stab had pierced her flesh. Zach was still not sure if Adrienne was alive or not, even though they were lying here together. He hadn’t expected her to survive two deep stab wounds like those, but they said the shifting had saved her; it sped up the healing process, made the wounds smaller than what they originally started out as. A part of him still feared she would slip away in the middle of the night, and so he clung to her for as long as he could without letting go. Maybe this would be the last time he could hold her like this before she disappeared from his life forever.
Zach closed his eyes and buried his face into Adrienne’s hair, squeezing them shut as a few tears slid out. They would have soaked into the pillow if not for her hair, which took them in instead. Though he wasn’t pressed against her wounded back, he was very close to her, not even an inch away, and one of his legs was pressed to hers as the other had curled over hers long ago. The blankets were cozy above them, but the heat from the combined bodies was the only thing that really kept him warm.
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| Saturday: February 16th, 2008 |
[November 26 2009] |
Who: William and Hayate
When: Late Night
Where: The Wine Bar
What: While William is getting his drunk on, he meets someone...interesting. (I'm just starting from square one, hope that's okay!)
"No, wait. Seriously! I was only serious about wondering about the pointy ears, not the threesome." Welp, there went two hot chicks. Turned out, weird looking, yet hot females had feelings too. William just wasn't getting it here. He felt like the lesser species and it kind of sucked being normal. Not only was he bad at understanding what sensitivity was, but he wasn't too careful with the questions he asked. Often times, within minutes he was already on to "So what are you?" Not the best way to make friends.
No matter how many times William went to the Wine Bar, he always forgot that they had goodies like Jack Daniels in which he ordered and asked for the bottle to be left with a shot glass. Of course, his excuse for drinking today? The loss of talking to two hot, slightly freaky females. William wasn't within the "always drunk" category, but when he did get drunk, he got drunk
Time passed and various conversations with people took place, one more drunk than the other. Some spoke of a killer on the loose, some asked about the search parties, others just ranted about their personal issues. William was like a shrink to some of these crazies.
The human reached a point where he was so drunk, he needed what he called a "breather" which was just resting his head on the table and hoping everything would stop blurring together. He couldn't help but laugh a little. Shit. He remembered when some Lycanthrope played beer pong with him until he was puking. Asshole didn't say he was a hairy bastard until he was near puking his guts out.
William didn't even realize a new face was approaching. He was too busy trying to see how he could muster up the strength to leave. He was a big boy, he could walk it off.
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| Saturday: February 16th, 2008 |
[November 25 2009] |
Who: Kelchek and Adela
When: Afternoon
Where: A store in town.
What: A little shopping, and an Apology.
[SAVED]
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 24 2009] |
Who: Theora and Elliot
When: Afternoon
Where: Elliot's forest cottage
What: Thanking Elliot in person for the flowers
The walk to the forest cottages was relaxing despite the chill in the air. Today was a good day for the priestess, and for Elysium in general with the return of the kidnapped girls. They wouldn't have to worry about Dante's madness any further, and things could go on as they had before the entire situation. The priestess looked around at the blanket of white that covered the land, and it felt as if the snow was meant to cleanse the haven of the recent negativity. Everything was fresh, and clean, and Theora took a deep breath into her lungs.
The morning had been busy for the priestess, and with her afternoon free she made her way toward the forest cottages to visit a one Elliot Brenton. She remembered meeting the young man at the café on Wednesday, and he was kind enough to send her flowers on Friday. The least Theora could do was thank him for the lovely gift in person. After all, it was not every day that Theora was given flowers.
Her steps left footprints in the snow, and there were marks left from the hem of her robes dragging behind her. She had looked up the young man's address through the records at Town Hall, and she made her way to his cottage easily. She paused on the doorstep, and brushed the snow from her robes. Theora knocked on the door twice, and waited patiently for Elliot to answer. When he did she smiled brightly.
"Good afternoon, Elliot," she said. "Would you mind if I entered your home?"
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| Saturday: February 16th, 2008 |
[November 24 2009] |
Who: Marley and Elijah
When: Early Afternoon
Where: Elijah's Bungalow
What: Marley forces Elijah to deal with her as a house guest
"You should probably stay here!" Someone yelled after Marley when she fled from the Market. That was sometime before noon she would guess before the winds were as fierce as they were now. As she progressed towards her house, the winds grew more intense and the empath felt like she was pushing against an invisible wall. To make things worse, she wasn't properly dressed. With only a sweater on and jeans with tears in them, Marley felt like she was freezing to death. Her hands were unprotected by gloves and her lips felt pained every time she licked them. Her nose was burning and her sight was clouded by her hair flapping in the wind. "Great..fucking great." She stated through shivered breaths. "I'm going to freeze to death and turn into a snow woman." There wasn't much snow, the only snow that was whirling around was the snow that had fallen early in the morning, even perhaps at night.
Marley lost where she was going. She was too busy trying not to fall on her ass. She was a very thin girl and she stumbled a few times. Since she was pissed and frustrated and just about everything and anything but calm, it ruined a good sense of direction for her.
"You know, fuck this."
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Marley knew she was far from home when the houses she was walking towards looked nothing like the residential area she was used to. Her easy guess was the lovely Bungalows. One of these Bungalow owners was going to be nice enough to let her in to relax. If not, she was going to A-break in or B-well who would say no to someone freezing half to death?
She made it to a random Bungalow and knocked. Not once, not twice, but three times. Marley was loud about it too. No answer. Oh, it figured. The empath would have considered the reasonable option of trying another home, but when another rush of wind came in she thought hell no and was pleasantly surprised to find the door open.
The empath snuck in side and hissed when she felt the difference in temperature. The first thing that burnt were her hands and she shook them as if it would remedy the irritation before blowing on them and pressing them together. "Not a bad place I guess." She whispered.
When she heard footsteps, she panicked. There was no way in hell she was going back out in the doom storm so she just tip toed behind a wall and tried to figure out what to do next. It wasn't like she could attack the person. It was their home. Plus, she had already tried to beat up someone and failed miserably.
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 23 2009] |
Who: Mitsuko and Chris
When: Morning
Where: The Nagamori/Jung Cottage
What: Mitsuko is SUPERPISSED and Chris is in SUPERTROUBLE.
An entire day. The little brat thought she could get away with being gone for an entire day. Halfway through the day before, she'd actually gone out looking for Chris. She'd thought something horrible had happened to the girl. Maybe Dante had come back for another. But the girl's scent was easy to pick up. It led right to Hayate's. There was no question where she'd gone-- where she was. She had half a mind to storm in there and yank the girl out by her ear before reporting Hayate to the authorities.
But no, she waited instead. Logan seemed worried as to where the girl was, but Mitsuko told him not to worry. She would deal with Chris.
How could she do this? How could Chris leave to be with Hayate while there was a killer loose. Mitsuko understood teenaged rebellion. Hell, she'd practically redefined the concept. But this was...
She was sitting in front of the door in a chair taken from the kitchen, so she would be the first thing Chris saw when she came in.
The door finally opened. Mitsuko rose from her seat and her lip curled. "Christina Jung... Are you completely out of your mind?"
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 23 2009] |
Who: Chloe and OPEN TO MANY!
When: Evening
Where: Chloe's Bungalow
What: Open House Par-tay! Start a thread, and have fun! Multiple people per thread totally allowed!
Chloe spent a good portion of the day preparing for her house party. She didn't bother with sending out invitations since she didn't care who came as long as a bunch of people did. Chloe just put up a ton of flyers around town and the bungalows and hoped they got noticed and brought people to her front door. She named the time and place, even offered directions, and just asked that people help bring the beer. Chloe came from America, but she was glad they didn't have American drinking laws in this place. As far as she was concerned, eighteen was old enough for beer. Chloe had her own stash at the house, which she would be sharing with the party guests, but it never hurt to tell them to bring their own beer, too. The more, the merrier!
She stashed all of the breakable items in the cabinets and put on a display of colorful flashing lights inside of the house. Chloe strung up Christmas lights outside, which were good for anytime of the year as long as they included all sorts of colors like these. Everyone would be able to spot her bungalow easily at night thanks to these babies. She set out all sorts of snacks on the tables in bowls. Once she felt she was done, Chloe ran for the nearest mirror to check out her appearance. She wasn't going to host a party looking like crap, after all; she was going to look hot, plain and simple. Chloe had a simple idea of hot, though. She was wearing old but comfortable jeans and a cute bright green halter top that was loose around her frame and hung down to her hips. Her hair was curly and worn down, two barrettes clipping both sides of her hair out of her face.
Chloe was ready for a party, and she was just waiting for the first of the people to show up at her doorstep.
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 22 2009] |
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Who: Xanthus and Susie
When: Noon-ish
Where: Marketsquare in Helicharis, wandering about
What: The snow has Xanthus grumpy and needing to look for extra supplies.
Xanthus wrapped the skins around his shoulders tighter and tucking his tail as close to his body as he could as the wind blew through the market. This sort of weather wasn't anything new to him of course, in fact it could get much worse than this up in Scotland. But in Scotland they also had more supplies. Furs saved up from summers of hunting, the most ideal locations picked out for camps and set up to keep the elements from becoming to harsh. And then there was the sheer number of the herd. Huddling up under furs by yourself or with just one other centaur was nothing compared to being in the center of a 30 head herd pressed closed together under furs from the cold.
The morning had been spent cleaning up the camp they had set up just outside town, which made it more evident what sort of supplies they needed if they were going to keep this current campsite for any longer. Of course, finding the supplies was another story. He frowned as he looked into one of the shops at the oddly stretched parchment, containers filled with what he assumed were different colored liquids, and brushes. Although the brushes didn't look like anything anyone could use on their hair or even body. Swishing his tail, he huffed out an irritated sigh as he leaned forward a bit closer to inspect the materials. That was until his forehead bumped into the clear glass. Grumbling, he glared at the glass, or at least where he knew the glass was considering his head had just hit it, as he rubbed at his temple. That would definitely take some getting used to.
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| Mitsuko & Irei: Raising the dead |
[November 21 2009] |
Who: Mitsuko Kamiyama and Irei Arakaki
When: Late night of February 11th
Where: Irei and Sascha's bungalow
What: Raising the dead
Mitsuko slipped into the bungalow in absolute silence. She had hid it well at dinner with Logan and Adrienne, save for the fact she hadn't had much of an appetite. She was extremely nervous about what was to happen.
After Logan had gone to bed, Mitsuko had snuck out her window and to Irei and Sascha's bungalow. She was dressed in a yukata which seemed far too thin to be worn outside in the current weather. She was not bothered by the cold. She's come over in her fox form, her fur protecting against the chill. Her long hair was pulled over her shoulder in a plait.
"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" Mitsuko asked Irei when he appeared. She looked up at him with big, wide eyes. She looked far younger than Irei had ever seen her before, vulnerability coming off her in waves. She worried her lower lip. "If you don't want to, it's all right. I mean... I'll be able to deal with it. I never met my father, so... It'd be okay to not meet him now."
She noticed her hands were shaking and clutched them tightly to her chest. She didn't want to be so nervous, but she couldn't help it.
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
[November 21 2009] |
Who: Sascha and Irei (and others? TBD)
When: TBD
Where: TBD
What: Tragedy is afoot (or a hand!)
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