Realistic or Modern Running Triangles (Closed)

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: X| LOCATION: The Strykers' Club, by the counter | FEELING: Drunk
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De'jah wraps her arm around the tall Brinlee's shoulders, sitting atop a stool on her knees and barely maintaining her balance, and she holds an empty shot-glass in the air with a smile so wide it's contagious. She inhales a deep breath, then announces a toast, "Here's to this bitch, right here, yamahfackahs! On three, fuckin' drink, ya-heard! Onetwothree!"

De'jah turns up the shot, only to realize now that there's nothing in it. She looks at it curiously for a second. "Oh, this shit's empty- Aaaahaha!" Then ultimately bursts into a loud fit of laughter.

"Brinlee, baby, what's a girl gotta do to get some more poison 'round here? Where's yo lousy- I mean hard-workin'-ass brother!? I mean, nice-assed brother," and so ensues more laughter. "Somebody gemme some dranks, y'all."

De'jah rolls off the stool, letting go of Brinlee, and strolls up to Daisy, all the while continuing to laugh, "Bitch- boch- bish. I'm drrrunkasfuck. We should go flirt with people. Let's like... Like let's like... You should go talk to daddy-doctor o'er that there- Wait, where'd 'e go? He's gone!" She searches the area with squinted eyes, spotting all of the same familiar faces as earlier, only now they're spread out. She notes Gwendolen Lukas with Valori Roma and Tyler nowhere to be seen. On top of that, Camaree Martin is gone, too.

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NothingFancy (Daisy) Life. (Brinlee) (Benton mentioned) WolfSol (Daddy-doctor mentioned) callisto (Gwendolen mentioned)​

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: Black T, ripped jeans | LOCATION: Strykers' Club, upstairs office | FEELING: Annoyed | EXTRA: Hearing-aids (40% battery)
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Gwendolen was eventually served her choice of drink, perhaps a few more. Tyler bought a round for the Doctor, too, to pay back his respects and make up for his snarky comment, which may or may not have been recognized.

Call it self-satisfaction, at the least.

Anyhow, at some point before De'jah's dramatic, obnoxious toast to Brinlee Stryker, when Tyler was standing beside Gwendolen, telling her about his academics and involvement in the school's robotics and mechanical crafts club, Camaree Martin--five margaritas down--appeared out of nowhere.

She turned him around, much to his surprise, and fell into his chest with her arms around his neck. "Tylerrr? When did you get herrrre? Why didn't- hic- Why'd you didn't say hi to meee?" she asked him, but he couldn't understand a thing without reading her lips, which were pressed into his shirt.

"H-Heeey~" he managed awkwardly, "Camaree? You- You good?"

"Tylerrr, why did you break up with me?" the drunken girl looks up at him. Her chin digs into his chest and he furrows his brow, seemingly annoyed at this point.

"Camaree, get off-" She interrupts him, "You don't think I'm pretty? I'm just trrrrying, you know? We're all just trying... I visited you every day in the hospital, you know?"

Tyler puts his hand on Camaree's face, pushing her head back while using his other hand to pry her arms out from around him. His eyes meet with Gwen's, a slightly embarrassed smile flickering across his features before Camaree pushes a finger into his lips and shushes him. His expression falls dead flat, fed-up.

"I'll be back," he tells Gwendolen, "Don't go anywhere... S-Sorry," Camaree fights against him, spouting drunken nonsense and flailing around like an overly expressive poet. He finds Benton Stryker by looking around and gestures toward the stairs to the office above before dragging Camaree up there in advance. "Camaree, chill out, wouldja? The hell's gotten into you?"

"...I'm lonely, Tyler. Just leave me beee!"

"Well, hold on now, I'm not jus' gonna leave ya by yourself. You're actin' a mess. It's not like ya..."

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callisto (Gwendolen) WolfSol (Alec) Life. (Benton) dazzling (Could affect Daphne)​

 

[callisto]

GWENDOLEN LUKAS​

FEELING // whazzat?
LOCATION // bar place
WITH // Vaaaaaaaaaaaal
MENTION // Tylerrr, Brinbrin, and also tyle r. and tht girl who was all ovre him wha t a bicth CAMARO
TAG // Danoram Life. NothingFancy


Gwen wasn't sure how she got into this situation.

Well, to be completely honest, she wasn't sure of anything. What seemed like minutes prior (which, in reality, was an hour ago), she was chatting with Tyler about his robotics club, with the man she now knew was his doctor drinking far more than a medical professional should. Gwen, who understood next to nothing about science, was asking with curiosity about all the bits and bobs that went into mechanical engineering. With each sip of her long island iced tea, the girl fell deeper into the caress of alcohol, cheeks turning pink with tipsiness. Though her head was starting to feel fuzzy, the girl paid relatively good attention to their conversation, save for a few poor puns and a confused look or two.

Of course, that was before Camaree - a Miss-Popular-type with bangs unfairly better than Gwen's own - saddled up to the floppy-haired boy, pressing her curved body into his chest. Gwen couldn't suppress the displeased frown that wormed its way iinto her skin, eyes glaring at the rosy pout of the foreign invader. Words failed to pass her lips as Camaree's questions trampled onto Tyler. Am I pretty? Why'd you break up with me? Why did you break up with me? Gwen itched to tell the girl to back off. Tyler was hers. But even a tipsy Gwendolen knew that Tyler wasn't hers. Not even a little. And it was not her place to tell other girls what to do with him.

Tyler directed a stammered apology at Gwen as he shuffled off the with inebriated young woman, his words barely processing as Gwen frowned into her drink. Whatever. She hated feeling self-conscious. She hated feeling abandoned. She hated feeling like Tyler needed to explain himself to her. She hated all of it. She needed another drink, and quickly.

Yet, before she could turn to Brinlee, who was doing shots with the girls that Gwen had inspected earlier in the night, a young woman who'd been sitting next to her introduced herself.

Val. Valori. The name was familiar, and the flustered Gwen had taken a second to analyze the taller woman's face. Well, she didn't know anyone with red eyes, but the soft contours of cheeks shaded by dark hair certainly rang a bell. Valori! Gwen had always found it difficult to forget a regular and quickly found herself breaking into a comfortable grin.

"Valori!! It's so nice to see you, girl, how're you doing?" Gwen, a drink or two in at this point, had lost most of her fine speech controls. Words loudly spilled out of her mouth like a can of alphabet soup. "Awww, you're getting little ol' ME a drink? You're such a sweetheart!" Her words teemed with childish excitement, tinged with alcoholic courage. Gwen was not exactly the quietest person in the world, but being drunk definitely had the benefit of bringing out her unabashedly excitable nature.

Who knew that that drink would bring her one step closer to locking lips with Valori Roma?

Taste like cherry chapstick they did not; rather, Gwen would describe it as the bite of tequila mixed with the pleasant sourness of fresh lime. Her lips were soft, ringed with softer skin that rubbed pleasantly against Gwen's own. Nothing like the men with rough stubble that Gwen had experienced in the past.

Over the course of the hour, while Tyler was off with the pretty girl in god knows where, Val and Gwen alternated between dancing and chatting. They returned to the bar regularly for more drinks - a choice Gwen might not have made were she not trying to impress her new friend; though the librarian failed to notice the way her childhood friend looked away when they locked eyes. After a particularly energetic song, the two partiers found themselves dropping into an empty booth off to the side of the open dance area, breathless and tickled with laughter.

When Valori took the initiative to lean towards Gwen, she didn't protest. Part of her didn't even see it coming, though her brain settled into the muscle memory of how kissing felt - now a ghostly remembrance of college years gone by. Yet, something felt missing from the experience that would've made it more romantic, or even sexual. Instead, it felt fun - thrilling. Like she was doing something she shouldn't be.

Whatever, if Tyler can run off with some tramp, she should be able to do what she wanted, too. And right now, all she wanted was to feel important to someone.​

 

[TerrorKitty]

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TIME: 6p - 9p | LOCATION: Strykers Club Bar | FEELING: Confident, Mischevious, Getting Tipsy

Valori was burning warm inside, half from the alcohol, half from the sight before her. The girl she had a crush on was not only with her right now but they were lip locked. The tall woman could only smile inside as her lips were quite busy with something else. She was making out with Gwendolyn. Valori was exhilarated. Ever since she dragged her mother into the forest Valori herself felt as dead as the corpse in her arms. The only thing that ever sparked life in her were other women, someone she could love and cherish. Someone who could never be her father. Someone tender and soft. This feeling was everything she ever wanted. To feel wanted. Loved, desired.

Valori pulled back and grinned, pushing Gwen deeper into the booth and cuddling her drunkenly. "Can I have your numberr? We should go out sometime, just you and me sweetie." She said way too slowly as she climbed on top of the other girls and kissed her again, but deeper, slower, more passionate. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at Brinlee, staring straight at them. A sudden fear dipped into Valori's soul. She had no idea how or why. Her drunken mind trying to comprehend this new pain in her chest. Was it because she felt Brinlee wanted Gwen? No, it couldn't be, Brinlee was straight...She was...

That's what it was. Brinlee was straight and Valori would never be able to love her this way. They'd only ever be friends. Besties. Never lovers. Valori could only close her eyes in a tempt to stop the pain and so she wrapped herself tighter to Valori, putting all her emotions into this kiss. No, it wasn't just making out, this was a kiss. A deep powerful emotional kiss. Then everything went black.

When Val came too she was still cuddling into Gwen's arms and the music still pounded in her ears. It had only been a few seconds, but when she looked back, Brinlee was gone. Did she run away? Or just distracted? Did Brinlee even see them in her drunken haze? So many thoughts ran through Valori's inebriated mind.

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Life. Danoram
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[NothingFancy]

LOCATION || Stryker's Club ... FEELING || Happy/Drunk

Daisy felt pleasant heat radiating throughout her body, her blood felt as though it were on fire and her head felt lighter than a cloud. Her thoughts consisted of the attractive doctor from earlier and what she would do to him if given the chance. Unfortunately, he seemed to have melted into the crowd a little bit ago, leaving her without the opportunity to introduce her fine self.


Grumbling to herself by the missed opportunity, she struggled to pull out her phone from her jean pocket. She scrolled through her contacts until she found ‘Audence,’ and with a mischievous giggle she typed out a text, not even paying attention to what she wrote, nor remembering even the moment after sending it. All she would be able to remember is that she felt satisfied, like she had gotten away with a crime.

De’jah was hanging onto a girl Daisy had just met tonight, Brinlee Stryker. She was shorter than Daisy but she had more feminine curves to her body, her hair was a light almost copper brown and her eyes were a warm, soft chocolate. They’d become fast friends as soon as the bartender had joined in with their tequila shots. And oh man could this girl drink. She started throwing back shot after shot as though there was a party goblin inside her that was thirsty. Daisy was impressed, it wasn’t everyday that you saw such a dainty lady throw back hard liquor like a vengeful viking.

"Here's to this bitch, right here, yamahfackahs! On three, fuckin' drink, ya-heard! Onetwothree!"

The drunken call to arms brought Daisy back from her fuzzy musings, and she saw her best boo hanging around the neck of her new boo. She felt laughter bubbling up within her, especially when De’jah lifted an empty shot glass to her mouth and stared at Brin with betrayal from the lack of alcohol. Daisy was currently looking at all the bar games available, so when De’jah made her stumbling way over and dragged her back to the bar, she had no protest.

"Bitch- boch- bish. I'm drrrunkasfuck. We should go flirt with people. Let's like... Like let's like... You should go talk to daddy-doctor o'er that there- Wait, where'd 'e go? He's gone!"

Daisy and Brin started laughing at the bubbly girl’s display, but then all of the sudden the laughter behind the bar came to an abrupt halt. Daisy’s own giggles became hesitant at the 180 change in the bartender, and she looked up to see what was happening. Brinlee’s face had gone stark white, giving her the impression of a ghost, and those once warm brown eyes were now coldly staring into a corner of the bar.

Daisy adjusted herself in her seat to look at what had shocked her friend, and her jaw almost dropped to the floor. In a corner booth there were two women, and they weren’t chatting and drinking the night away, no they seemed to be using each other’s throats as a vessel for alcohol transfer. Daisy blinked a couple times and then when she turned back, she recognized the look reflected on Brinlee’s face. It was an emotion she’d had herself too often in the past… heartbreak. She didn't know the story, but she did know they had to make like a tree and leave this hole.

“Heyyyy~! Le's head out, De’De and I know about a little~ birdie that we can bug, whose name is Taaaaa-tie! Brin you’re comin' whether you wanna or not!”

She grabbed the girl, and headed to the door, De’jah following close behind in giggles.[/FONT]

WITH|| De’jah Danoram and Brinlee Life. ... MENTIONED || Audence and Tatie Danoram and Two drunk ladies TerrorKitty and callisto

 

[Life.]

Benton Stryker
As the night dragged on, the business was booming in the Stryker's Club. This was evident in the endless cycle Benton had been caught in once he left Camaree and her friend; greet the guest, take the order, prepare the drink(s), receive the payment, and--all throughout the process--maintain small talk. It helped boost the hospitality of the place. This was seen in the money amount he was counting now that he had a break. The wavy-haired man was seated at the desk in the upstairs office of the club. He was hunched over, concentrated on organizing together neat stacks of money which also served to add together the earnings of what they have earned so far. Once the last stack was counted and added together, he removed his reading glasses and rested his eyes. With one sense closed off, his mind was working to absorb the muffled sounds of people singing and cheering. Saturdays were always the wildest nights next to Thursday Lady Nights. Which as he thought about ladies, Benton began to wonder about Brinlee. He had not bumped into her at all during his busy shift, nor had he seen her close by.

Some part of him was trying to reason that she's a grown woman and that everything was fine. But a weird sibling sixth sense in his gut was telling him that something was off. "I should check on her." He didn't need to think of any other reason to convince himself to return to the main floor. Just as he reached the bar counter, a scruffy-haired boy approached him with an inebriated Camaree in tow. "Oh no," as much as Benton wanted to say he was surprised, he couldn't. He somewhat predicted that this may happen, considering how bothered the girl was today for whatever reason.

The boy seemed to have a steady hold of Camaree, so Benton stepped back to allow him up the stairs to the office and followed right after him. Fortunately, the office was big enough to have a mini floor plan of a joint kitchen and living room arrangement. On the way up, Benton learned that the boy's name was Tyler, which made sense to Benton now why Camaree had found her way to him. He remembered the young woman mentioning something of a previous boyfriend she had visited often in the hospital. This must be the boy that was also mentioned in the paper a while back, Tyler Abernathy. "You can leave her on the couch over there. It should be big enough for her to rest on." Despite the love Camaree had previously shown him before, he seemed rather annoyed with her at the moment. This, in turn, bothered Benton. He remembered how sometimes the girl would come to him and Brinlee frustrated at life for Tyler and at Tyler himself too.

"You can leave her if you have other urgent matters to attend to. I can watch over her now." Benton would have much rather use a different choice of words, but he had just met the boy. There was nothing he could dislike him for at the moment, besides the interaction he has just seen between him and drunk Camaree. Without waiting to hear the boy's answer, Benton walked over to the fridge in the kitchen and pulled out a water bottle. He returned to the couch and placed the water bottle on the coffee table close by. "If you wish to stay though, then I advise that you don't attempt any inappropriate acts while I'm not in the room," Tyler may be the most responsible person in town, but Benton didn't care since he only saw him as another boy.

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[Life.]

Brinlee Stryker
An ebullient burst of laughter slipped out of Brinlee's lips as her newly made friend, De'jah Palmer, threw back her head to take another shot, only to find out that it was empty. The darker-skinned woman had her arm wrapped around Brinlee's shoulders for a short minute as she attempted to speak sentences in between fits of laughter. Even though the girl was speaking English, Brinlee didn't quite understand her words or rather it was more than her attention wasn't fully on the conversation. Part of her mind was conjuring up intrusive thoughts of Gwen and Valori. What could they possibly be doing now? It's not as if Gwen liked girls. Her friend had never mentioned any romantic feelings towards women, only men from what she could recollect. Perhaps they had gone their separate ways and Brinlee was simply being a toenail, aching for no reason.

De'jah had walked off to retrieve Daisy, who appeared to have been entertaining herself with her cellular device and some bar games around. It seemed like De'jah was trying to help a girl out as she loudly encouraged the beautifully-tatted woman to approach the 'daddy-doctor' they spotted earlier. More laughter erupted from Daisy and Brinlee from De'jah's failure since it seemed like the doctor was out of sight. This was okay. This is what Brinlee needs now. She repeated this logic several times in her mind as she attempted to erase any and all intrusive thoughts, but then a single, disheartened laugh ended Brinlee's ephemeral, joyous mood.

Look away. Look away. Look...away.

For some reason, this order was being ignored by her body. Most of the room was somewhat spinning but in the center of the scene, the image was still and clear. Two women passionately engaged in a make-out session. The two women? Gwendolen Lukas and Valori Roma. Lip upon lip, arms entangled together. Perhaps due to alcohol in her system, Brinlee's mind played a dirty trick on her as it momentarily sent a forbidden image of her being in the place of Valori Roma.

Mercy. Just one thing that Brinlee wanted for her heart. For a while there Brinlee felt that she had managed to numb her pain through the scorching effects of alcohol. A solid feeling of warmth had covered her for a bit, but now it was slowly fading. Chills crawling its way down her body, opening old and new wounds alike. With all this pain also came a nauseating feeling in her stomach.

Despite the pain, she continued to watch, flumbergasted on what she was witnessing. Fortunately, Daisy snapped Brinlee out of her trance with a loud exclamation. "Head out...head out to where?" But her question was lost to the wind as the taller woman dragged her from her spot and guided her towards the door. "Wait, wait," if they were leaving, Brinlee needed to do something first before walking out, "I need to talk to my brother." She didn't wait for her friend's responses, right now she needed to see Benton.

At first, Brinlee didn't spot him anywhere behind the bars or around the club but then one of the bartenders told her that he had gone up to the office. Taking their word, she stumbled her way up the stairs and into the office. "Bennie--" Brinlee bursted into the office to see her brother hovering close to a young boy and a drunk Camaree. "Brinlee," a small amount of relief came to Benton once he spotted his sister, that soon was replaced with sympathy. Immediately he noted how defeated Brinlee appeared, strangers and even friends probably would not notice the dark clouds that poured in the woman's brown eyes or the slouch she held herself currently from the weight of a burdening emotion. "I will be right back," he glanced over to Tyler and Camaree, then walked out of the office with Brinlee.

Once they reached the last step, Brinlee threw her arms around Benton, digging her face into his chest. There was so much pain. Benton could feel it from the weak grip her arms had around him. Usually, her hugs were strong and comforting. But this time it felt weak and fragile. He gently wrapped his own arms around her, giving her a short squeeze, "You need me to close up tonight?" No verbal answer came from her, but he did feel the small motion of her head moving up and down. There was going to be a lot that the two were going to need to discuss once Brinlee came back. "Alright. Go on. I can take it from here. We can talk when you get back." Benton felt another nod, but also the release of her embrace as she took a step back. Tears were outlining the bottom of her eyes, the only part of her face that was displaying any kind of reaction. "Rain, rain go away, happy Brinlee needs to stay~"
The silly song that Benton had made from when they were kids managed to bring a smile to Brinlee's face as she wiped away the few tears that managed to escape. "Thanks," she whispered. Her head hung low but a small smile was on her face as she walked off to rejoin Daisy and De'jah, allowing Benton to return to the office upstairs.

"Alright, I'm ready now ladies. I am in your hands for the rest of the night."

Completely shattered, battered and bruised, Brinlee followed after the pair, taking a quick detour, as soon as they left, to the side of the building where she left behind some part of the burning pain that was bothering her innards.

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NothingFancy
callisto
TerrorKitty

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: Black T, ripped jeans | LOCATION: Stykers' Bar, Upstairs office then by a booth | FEELING: Tired | EXTRA: Hearing-aids (40% battery)
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After stepping through the office's door with Camaree rubbing and poking at his face, Tyler looks to Benton questioningly, wondering what to do with her. Without having to ask, Benton directs him to leave Camaree on the couch, and he wonders for a second why there's a fucking apartment above the Strykers' club but whatever.

He takes her to the couch, sets her down, and has to pry her polished fingers from his hair as she mumbles something of how pretty he is.

Nothing against Camaree but... it's hard to take seriously an over-emotional, drooling drunk no matter how they used to date. That and with her trying to take his shirt off, he's a bit preoccupied to be responding to her flattery.

"Tch," finally he's freed from her grasp, and quickly he steps away. The collar of his shirt has been stretched out and his hair's even more a mess than it already was--not that he cares. He's never been one to waste much time on appearances. Maybe once college is through with, he'll look into it, but until then he has bigger priorities.

"You can leave her if you have other urgent matters to attend to," Benton tells him. Tyler raises a brow.

"If you wish to stay though, then I advise that you don't attempt any inappropriate acts while I'm not in the room."

A moment of thought takes place, then Tyler responds bitterly. "Advise me or not; I didn't plan on it."

He turns for the open door, contorting the features of his face into a grumpy scowl at the assumption. Tyler had Camaree before. Today, she's irrelevant in the aspect of romance. Even if she wasn't, he'd never do something as desperate and loathsome as taking advantage of a helpless, unknowing woman. His prideful character is well above that by a great distance.

As he's about to leave, Brinlee Stryker bursts into the room, "Bennie--" seemingly drunk, Tyler gathers, by her demeanor. Perhaps, though, there's something more that he doesn't notice--something that Benton does, as the guy is quick to heed her call and they both disappear from the office, leaving him, once more, with the blitzed Camaree Martin as she mumbles unclear preachings to herself. Her arms, like noodles, flail about every so often. On top of that, she can hardly hold her eyes open.

Finally, when Benton returns, Tyler makes for the door.

"Ight, I've got someone else t' look after, so I'm leavin' 'er with you," he says. Following shortly, he stops, looks over his shoulder, and adds, "Oh and, uh... I advise 'atchu don't attempt anything inappropriate while I ain't in the room, yeah?" Then he's off with a click of his tongue and a pompous wink.

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Life. (Benton and Brinlee) Danoram (Camaree)​

Now, looking a hot mess, Tyler moves through the club's patrons with subtle ease, wary of knocking into a drunken stranger. Needless to say, you can't be too careful of the senselessness brought upon people by alcohol.

He spares them any manners, however--no 'excuse me' or 'pardon'--and specifically focuses on finding Gwendolen.

She's no longer where he'd left her and, due to this, he cannot help but wonder... A woman like her, any man would be quick to take home. A guy like Tyler, dare he call himself a man; he's lucky to have even exchanged full names with her, even more so to have treated her to lunch and to stand here, now, as her party-night escort.

He curses under his breath. Standing in the center of the crowded room with the serving counter to his back, the exit to his left, he runs a hand through his hair and exhales heavily. Not even drunk but everything is spinning. Ears ringing. His temples throb--with each one sending an unpleasant hotness through his head--and suddenly the lights in the area seem much brighter. It causes his eyes to squint.

Sensory overload.

The music. The laughter and the chatter. The clinking of glasses. The screeching of the bar stools against the floor. Tyler staggers to the side. Cupping his hands over his ears in a hopeless attempt to muffle out the pandemonium and as a last resort, he rips out his aids, gritting his teeth... Then, as everything falls nearly silent, his body, although shaky, relaxes. It's been a while since the last he experienced one of these episodes. Usually, it's a consequence of trying to pinpoint one sound between a mix of others--this time, fruitlessly looking for Gwendolen's voice. Calm but still rattled, he moves forward.

Now I remember... why I avoid these places... Sweat beads from his skin; though, one might say it's cold.

Doc was right. Not to mention he'd taken his medicine earlier without eating, which he's been reminded of several times by the burn in his stomach. A glass of milk often helps, so if he could just find Gwendolen, they could- Speaking of... Two girls occupying a booth ahead, lip-on-lip, makes for an arousing image. Tyler, at first, overlooks them, as he isn't much interested in the typical man's lesbian fantasies. It isn't until he realizes that, by the hair and the clothes, one of them is none other than Gwendolen Lukas.

"Ah, shit..." Tyler stops. In a situation like this, what's he supposed to do, he wonders, looking around as if for someone to share this confusion with. But all he sees are dogs--older men, out of their heads, staring and mouthing inaudible perversities.

He cannot hear them but he knows. It doesn't take a genius.

Tyler jolts forward for the booth, not running but quickly enough to reach the girls before they've finished their session. When he does, having reinserted his aids, he reaches under and takes them both by the jaw, pulling them apart but gently so as he says, "Okay, Lady Lukas, 'at's enough. Ya've got the whole club starin' atcha, love. Givin' the wrong impression. Come on." He helps Gwendolen to her feet, pulling one of her arms over his shoulders while supporting her around her waist. "Didn't know you was this type... but that's okay. Can ya walk?"

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callisto (Gwendolen) TerrorKitty (Valori)​

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: X | LOCATION: Strykers' Club, upstairs office | FEELING: Out of it
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Camaree's world flits to and fro, like a picture being turned a short degree and snapped back into place over and over again. She remembers sitting with Daphne... At first their interaction was rather tense, but at some point they were smiling together for a reason she can't recall. Probably, her fourth margarita was the last one before everything started fading.

She doesn't remember approaching Tyler Abernathy, but as he's carrying her up the stairs to the office, she recognizes his voice. She recognizes his touch, and for a moment her heart aches.

"Y-You want to break up?... But... I don't understand, you... It's just so random. You just woke up and this is how you greet me? After all this time I spent waiting for you to get better?"

"It ain't random. Thanks for lookin' after me but I didn't ask ya to, so don't hold it over your head like a fuckin' trophy."

"T-Tyler... Were you not happy?"

At that question, Tyler just stared at Camaree until she'd eventually left without another word, afraid to hear what he had to say should he muster it up, as she felt like he would've if she'd have stuck around. It's possible that if she had, there wouldn't have been room to repair the broken bond between them that they worked for years to build, first as friends, then for a short time as lovers.

Two voices now. The soft hug of couch cushions and a brighter setting at which she shields her eyes with an arm.

"Ight, I've got someone else t' look after, so I'm leavin' 'er with you."

Tyler?

Camaree struggles to sit up, swaying side to side. She looks around the room, knowing where she's at without questioning why. "I haf t' go studyy for Monday's in-class teeest-" she whines, spotting Benton by the office door and growing suddenly emotional. Her button nose wrinkles, bottom lip puckering, then she mutters out to him, "Why're you mad at meee? I never meant to be mean, Benntoonn. I 'as just jealous, don't you knooow? That woman- her boobs were like bwooof," Camaree grabs at her own chest, "And her legs were soooo long! She called Brinlee her girlfriend, like, what!? Tha's not true! And how she's all touched your head like you're property? What!?"

Camaree stands, barely balanced. "And she talks like I'm a child? Wha- I'm not a child, cantcha seee? Tha's why I stopped doing piggy-tails, 'member?" As she complains, the drunk girl begins pulling her sweater out of her skirt where it'd been tucked. "I wear these crap 'cause expectations are so high and I'm susceptible, Brinlee! I mean, Benton!... What is I'm- I'm not even talking about anything making sense."

She stumbles to the side, pulling one of her arms out of its sleeve, then the other. For a moment, she looks to be wearing a straightjacket until her arms pop back out, but this time she's holding her bra in one hand, which she tosses at Benton and hollers, "I'm wearing a push-up bra but I tell people I'm noooot!? Benton, do you think I'm not a woman!?" Stepping toward the man, tears gloss her eyes. She nears within an arm's reach of him and grabs for his tie, "I can be a woman! Do you believe me?..."

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Life. (Benton)​

 

[callisto]

GWENDOLEN LUKAS​

FEELING // Loopy
LOCATION // Stryker's Bar
WITH // Valori, Tyler
MENTION // Brinlee
TAG // Danoram Life. NothingFancy

Did anyone else feel like the room was spinning?

Because Gwen, on her fifth or sixth shot of tequila, felt like she was clinging to a buoy in the center of a wrathful ocean. The feminine buoy in her grasp spoke, but the words sifted through Gwen's ears - letters becoming sand through rose-bud lips. She had really pretty eyes. Though her irises gleamed red under the room's fluorescent lights, they were rimmed with thick black eyelashes. Butterfly wings.

Something about a number. But which one? Oh! Gwen's phone number. So they can go out. Wait: go out, or hang out?

Gwen's mind was flooded with booze and thoughts. She gave a naive smile, arms still draped onto her companion's lithe frame. "I'd love to hang out!!" Her volume control had all but disappeared, childish excitement dripping off her rounded words. She took out her phone to exchange numbers, eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen. Upon unlocking it, a bright blue message stared back at her, staining her eyes with cool tones.

kisses!

Oh yeah. Brinlee. The only reason she had decided to come in the first place. The reason she dragged Tyler to a place he obviously felt wary to be in. Had they even spoken that night? Gwen's face dropped. She began to wonder if she was even a good friend. Though she attempted to spot Brinlee in her usual spot behind the counter, there was nobody there. Her friend had long since gone.

Burying the thoughts in her mind, Gwen once again wrapped her arms around Valori, turning inwards to once again siphon affection directly form the source. So much for searching for her phone contacts app. But before their lips could meet again, a firm but gentle hand reached under her jaw, pulling her back from the brink.

Fuzzy, familiar words wrapped around her head, twisting into her brain like a python.

"Okay, Lady Lukas, 'at's enough. Ya've got the whole club starin' atcha, love. Givin' the wrong impression. Come on."

Ah, Tyler, in the flesh. She had forgotten that he'd run off in the first place. A smile brightened her flushed cheeks.

"Ah! Sir Abernathy. Wherest hath you gone?" The words 'Lady Lukas' had lead Gwen to speak in a mock British accent. As Tyler reached down to help her up, she lifted her arms to meet him, almost infantile in her grasping movements. Her eyes were covered in a drunken haze, though they gleamed with affection for her rediscovered friend. Dressed in only a thin turtleneck, she sank herself into his warm grasp, her voice returning to normal. "So what if they're starin'? Let'em stare!" With a confident sway, she stood up completely, almost falling over within Tyler's grasp. An unabashed grin remained carved into her mouth, arms wrapping around his neck.

Gwen, though drunk, carried little of the obstinance that might've been expected of her. She willingly followed the taller Abernathy, letting him lead her away from Valori. Nevertheless, she quickly turned back, smiling affectionately and waving goodbye to her new friend. Her lips still tingled with friction, her free hand absentmindedly reaching to touch her slightly swollen mouth. She turned back just in time to hear Tyler say that 'he didn't know she was this type.' A playful, albeit confused smile, had traded places with her prior one.

"Wha' type?" Gwendolen racked her filmed-over brain for clarification, before realizing oh, yeah, she was kissing another girl. She laughed, lightly smacking his chest with dismissal. "I'm not gay, silly. It's all jus' for fun!!" She buried herself in Tyler's arm.

Her head found its new home, leaning on his shoulder; nodding insistently at his question. "Yea, I can walk." Gwen made no effort to remove herself from his grasp.
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[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: X | LOCATION: Sidewalk | FEELING: Extra drunk
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Looking up at Daisy, De'jah blinks her heavy eyes, "A birdie?" she repeats. "Tatie?"

Hearing the name, her expression lights up and she bares her teeth in a wide smile, "Oooooh shit! Tatie-baby! Hells yeah, bitch! Le's go wake'im up!" Whipping out her phone, she turns to Brinlee as Daisy states, "Brin, you’re comin' whether you wanna or not!” to which De'jah snaps her fingers, "Mmmhmm~"

"We ain't take no for an answer, bitch!"

Brinlee stops the two with a quick, "Wait, wait..." before disappearing to talk to her brother upstairs. Meanwhile, De'jah starts blowing up her good friend's phone, telling him to make sure he's awake when they get there so that they're not stuck outside all night; though, the message is all sorts of messed up. He'll get it~ She reassures herself.

"He ain't dummmmb," she tells aloud, afterward looking to Daisy and asking, "Where'd the Stryker girl go?"

"Alright, I'm ready now ladies. I am in your hands for the rest of the night," Brinlee returns, causing De'jah to jump and squeal, "Waah! Oh shit, you scurd me, bitch. Where we goin' y'all!? Oh- Tatie's, aahahaha!"

Loudly but surely, the girls head for the exit, laughing and hollering--mostly De'jah about where they're going: "Brinlee, baby, you gonna looooove Tatie! This man's so small- but he's a lil' asshole sometimes. And- And- And he gotta baby~"

When her phone dings in her pocket, she whips it out and reads the said man's response.

"I'm sleeping. Woman. Stay away."

"Y'all," De'jah starts, smiling, "He said to hurry up~" And so they're off, staggering and swaying and stumbling down the sidewalk for M & C Market as De'jah jumps about, singing and dancing. At some point aside, she stops and looks between the two others, "Girls, what're we gonna do if we get mugged?! Here we are DRUNK. On tha fuckin' ROAD. Three WOMEN. I'll fuck'em up. Powerpuff girls- No, Totally Spies, bitches. Aht- Wait... Hold up. Charlie's Angels, whaaaat!"

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Life. (Brinlee) NothingFancy (Daisy)​

 

[TerrorKitty]

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TIME: ??? | LOCATION: Unkown - Omens Hospital Emergancy Room | FEELING: Pain.

Valori watched Gwen being dragged away by some boy, Tyler? Someone Valori has seen before, but she couldn't put anything else, especially not as hammered as she was. Brinlee was also gone, walking out the doors in fact. This left Val alone with no one she really wanted to talk to. Anyway, her heart was aflutter with the lingering feeling of Gwen's lips. It had been a long time since she had a kiss. Though Val's memory was not reliable at the moment. Was it...Valori. Started crying for no reason not at first, but she realized she was thinking about the girl she had the audacity to want to bring home to her parents, all those years ago.

Parents. One gone, other dead. Killed by the former. The fresh body dragged deep into the woods by a desperate daughter who tried anything to bring them back but of course, life didn't work that way. Life didn't work at all. Not for Valori Elizabeth Roma.

Crying, running makeup, and bad memories. Valori decided to follow suit and leave herself. Stumbling her way out of the club. Taking the long path back home rather than the short one. A first of many mistakes. Walking across town to the other path, the girl was just barely sober enough to walk without falling into a messy heap of a woman on the street. Unbeknownst to her, there was a shadow tailing her. Had been almost since she left the club. The busy drunk woman was an easy target, if not completely defenseless.

Watching carefully the shadowing figure watched the girl pick of some kind of lantern from behind a tree and witness her numerous attempts to light the antique before she began her trek into the wood. It was odd, if not downright bizarre, but they couldn't say no to a target that was practically doing the work them. Drunk, lost, secluded in the woods. The situation was basically setting itself up. So they continued to follow, deep into the wood. Walking closer and closer, the girl was so incredibly stupid where was she even going. That's when it hit them. Where was this lady actually going from a club, in the middle of the night, into the Black Hills Woods? ....Was it her? They were just rumors, right? I mean, witches don't exist. It wasn't until they realized that she had disappeared from view that the figure realized they were lost. When the flickering light of the woman was spotted it was much farther away. How could she have moved so fast? Drunk and disoriented in pitch black woods? The figures nerves finally broke and decided to head back for not so crazy victim to go after, but which way was home?

Valori moved through the woods on autopilot, stumbling about as she sobered up. Just enough to keep her on track. Dancing her way through the dark. Her eyes glued to the phone and the words that burned into her waking retina.

Gwendolun

me

Hiii! Thanksies for the nightt! <3

them

heyyyyyy :)) np it was SO muc hfun! it's so crazy how we just like. made out lol

me

Yeeeaah, heeey hey wannna vbe my date fror the fall fetival???

them

We can,likess hangg but Im like a girl too ya know? Nevr kissed a one beofre tho thanks Valli soo naughty

them

ooooo wecan like ooh, what if if, I ask Betnon and you take Tyllerrr!

them

to the fall thigny i mean

The dried tears and mascara were replaced with new tears of a different nature. The glowy feeling of happy drunkness sunk away immediately, replaced by an uneasiness that only grow. The familiar forest now a demonic hell of sounds and shadows. The branches threatened to grab the girl and rip her body to shreds, the rocks chittering evil things, echoed by her own shadow behind her. Taunting her. Telling her things only she knew. "You will never find love. Your father was right, a harlot, a gross abomination. Just like your mother. A whore. Bastard. You have no father. No family. Not even Brinlee loves you. She never could. Gwen was just the wake-up call. Wretched witch." Then the voices began to chant in her mind. Calling louder and louder "die. die. die. die. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE."

The corus of chanting and screaming grew louder. Clash clash clash clash. Crash Crash Crash Crash. BANG BANG BANG BANG. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.

"SHUT UP!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
A desperate cry into the night. In the dark, she couldn't even tell which direction she was facing
As the moon shown brightly in front of her, but she couldn't be looking up.
No.
It was water. Frozen in time. Slowed down only long enough for Valori Elizabeth Roma to catch her reflection in the dark liquid before everything vanished into cold.
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Valori in her psychotic episode had stumbled her way onto the bridge over the river without even realizing it. Panic took her and in her fit of mental deterioration. Valori's foot missed the next step. Causing her to tumble forward. Right into the water of which had a flat and calm surface, the moment her body hit she was submerged into the undercurrent, carrying her deeper and deeper down into the black abyss.

Valori's breath was ripped from her lungs as her body was thrown around in the dark like a ragdoll, slamming into rocks and the side of the river. As if by mercy the current brought her up to the surface. Gasping for air, ready to scream as pain wracked her bones, numbed greatly by the frigid water and barely lingering alcohol. Though the moment of reprieve was stolen by another undercurrent. Pulling this desperate woman into the walls of the ground above, dragging her like a puppet strung up behind a race car swerving violently before crashing.

Somewhere. In the darkness. In a night that has yet to end, as girl tumbled helplessly threw unforgivingly waters. A phone sat on a hand made bridge. Buzzing into the night to no one. Reading two words
Calling Brinlee...







Valori Elizabarth Roma woke in an unfamiliar room hours and hours later. Bandaged. Bruised. Broken.
But alive.
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Life. Danoram
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[Life.]

Benton Stryker
A sudden spark of irritation burned inside of Benton as he held his tongue from the arrogant boy's comment. Tyler Abernathy was now someone who was not receiving his sympathy or pity. If he knew how hurt Camaree was after their break-up, then perhaps he wouldn't be so pompous. "Thinking he's such a hotshot now? I'm glad he's out of Camaree's life. So what if he fell off the bridge? That makes him a prick now?" It was evident that Tyler bothered Benton to the point that he was quietly mumbling to himself his thoughts of the boy. "Insolent boy." His fists were clenched tightly to the point that his knuckles were turning white. Working in a bank, he's met many people like Tyler, and Benton always had to hold his tongue. This time he wanted to say something to his back but he realized the boy was not worth his attention or time.

There was someone else in the room who was worth everything. Although currently, she was rather in an embarrassing state. Camaree had begun rambling off to Benton. He watched her and felt the anger inside of him subsiding. A small smile even cracked upon his face as he found Camaree's stumbling words amusing. But soon he went from calm to surprise as she tried to stand. First surprise was when she grabbed her own chest, which caused Benton's eyes to look down there momentarily before returning up to her face. He took a large step forward when he noticed her trying to stand but stopped when she retracted both of her arms into her sweater. While he may not have any experience with bedroom sessions, Benton was not ignorant of what she was doing. Brinlee has acted like this before when they were younger, so he was aware of what Camaree was doing. "Wait Cama-" But then her bra was out and fast approaching towards the flustered man.

It landed neatly into his hands, this sent Benton into a small panic mode. This was not his first time seeing a bra since he's had to clean up after Brinlee sometimes, but the fact that this bra was from Camaree freaked Benton. He quickly threw it onto the couch but was suddenly pulled forward from his spot. The tie that hung around his neck was held onto by Camaree as she pulled him. Benton nearly lost his balance since he wasn't aware of how close she was, but the thought of Camaree falling convinced his body to quickly regain its balance. Then he placed his arms underneath her elbows, holding her steady. There was barely an inch of space between them from the position Benton found himself in.

His breathing became shallow and his heartbeat accelerated. Now instead of a burning feeling of anger, it was embarrassment. His mouth was left ajar, trying to comprehend the situation and a response for the girl. Benton lifted and turned his head away before speaking. Their proximity was dangerous, but his mind was strong and in control. He will continue to keep the Camaree steadied and balanced and nothing more. After all, a strong image of Camaree in a wedding dress kept flashing across his mind. That was all the conviction he needed to remain somewhat calm. This whole time it may seem like he was not listening, but if he learned something from growing with Brinlee, his mom, and Camaree, it was to listen first, then speak.

"First off I'm not mad at you Camaree. I know you didn't mean to snap earlier. As for Valori...well she's a--hmm she's just a friend of Brinlee's. There's nothing between them. But never mind her. Camaree, look at me," Benton managed to calm himself down and turned his head back to face Camaree, "You don't need to impress anyone to be a woman. You don't need to have big boobs or long legs or wear make-up to be a woman. I alread--I mean--Brinlee and I already think you're a woman from how kind and determined you are. But more than a woman, you are Camaree Van Martin. A smart woman who can become anything, even something greater than a woman."

Perhaps it was because Camaree was not in her sober state of mind that Benton felt brave enough to speak a part of his deeper feelings, but at this moment he knew that she was frustrated and sad. And this certainly was something Benton did not want her to continue feeling, so if sharing a part of his heart meant easing these negative feelings then he was willing to embarrass himself. Even if it's just for a moment.

Danoram

 

[Life.]

Sherri Robbins
It was sometime past midnight, and everything was quiet and still in Sherri's residency. That was until a sudden burst of the song It's Tricky (by Run-D.M.C.) blasted from her smartphone. The ringtone played through complete the first and second time. It wasn't until the third time the song was playing before a hand slapped the phone to try and turn it off. But the motion of moving her hand across the screen allowed the call through. A small voice from the other end of the phone began screaming, "Detective Robbins! Detective! Cherry!"

"No!" Light-colored honey eyes shot open and glared over at the phone. Sherri immediately placed the device against her ear, "Never. Fucking. Call. Me. That."
"Good morning to you too. Glad that got you up. Now I'm calling because we have a case of a young woman falling off a bridge in the nearby woods."
Irritated by the disturbance of her beauty sleep, the woman pushed back the hair from her face, "What about Detective Bakker?" Silence. "Well?"
"She um...she's off for a vacation..."
"Fucking bitch. Fine, I'll be there in 20. Is the body alive or dead?"
"Alive, ma'am."
"Good, hopefully, we can close this case quickly then." Not waiting for another reply, she clicked the conversation to end.

With anger and annoyance pumping through her veins, Sherri was quick to get up and prepare herself for the day. She threw on a simple outfit of a tight jacket, jeans and black boots. Her hair was tied up into a neat bun and Sherri didn't even bother with make-up. It was sometime between 1-4 am in the morning, and the site was in the woods. There was no one she wanted to impress or pick up at that setting or time. The last things she gathered was her badge, belt with gun holster and gun, keys for her motorcycle, and a helmet. "Hold down the fort while I'm gone, Earl!"

Just as she promised, Sherri pulled up to the site right at the 20-minute mark. A closeby officer walked up to Sherri, "Detective Robbins, glad you can make it. The ambulance has already arrived. It seems like a young woman in her early 20s fell off the bridge and landed into the river below. We have identified the individual to be Valori Elizabeth Roma." The woman removed her helmet, "What is with this fucking town and bridges? Do we need to put signs on them or something? Oh, wait, no. Because that should be fucking common sense." She climbed off the motorcycle and followed after the officer to the site.

As they joined the chaotic mess of police officers, emergency responders, and investigators, a group of officers were approaching the pair with a cuffed man in tow. "What's this?" Sherri looked down at the man they held onto, who had clearly been up to no good. "We found him lost in the woods. We believe he may have followed the woman from the place she last left but ended up losing sight of her and getting lost in the woods." She chuckled, "Good riddance. Not your lucky day, is it?" It was clear the criminal didn't want to reply, but Sherri's piercing stare pushed it out of him, "It's because she's a stupid witch. If I woulda known, I wouldna been following after her." As soon as he said the word 'witch', it seemed like a sudden wave of fear washed over the officers and emergency responders. One of Sherri's brows raised when she noticed this from how many straightened their posture or hesitated to touch the woman in the river. She realized that this was pertaining to the rumor of Valori being a witch.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," a short chuckle left her lips as she felt her anger rising again, "Take him to the station." The officers hustled over to the vehicles after Sherri's order. She glanced over to the officer that greeted her earlier, "Officer Wren, is it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What is this rumor of Valori Elizabeth Roma?" The pair had made their way over to the bridge then. The detective had her hands inside the pockets of her jeans as she peered down to the river below. It still seemed that the responders were hesitating to touch the woman. "Well ma'am...the town believes that Valori Elizabeth Roma might be a witch." Her attention shifted from the scene up to the officer, "And why is that so?"
"Um b-because she lives alone in the woods that no one can navigate in. Plus the stories of her dragging a body or something..." The longer the officer tried explaining the story, the more ridiculous he realized it sounded out loud. A sarcastic laugh came out of Sherri as she returned her gaze down to the team below, "Is that what everyone thinks? What a bunch of bullshit! So what if she lives alone in the forest? That makes her a witch?"
"W-well there's more to i-"
"Shush! So if I live in a fucking swamp and say, eat onions, that makes me a fucking ogre, like Shrek?"
"Well no ma-"
"Exactly. Case closed. Everyone get back to work! If y'all pussies can't touch a fucking witch, what makes you think you can touch a fucking woman?" She was furious at this point. The woman below, witch or not, clearly needed help and everyone was hesitating to do so. But the detective's words must've been more frightening than the rumor as everyone sped up their pace. Once she was satisfied that everyone was working, Sherri looked back up to Officer Wren, "Now, let us continue. Tell me some more about the victim and the accident."

After receiving all the information she needed, Robbins had moved to the station to interrogate the found man in the woods. It didn't take her long to receive more information from the man when she began inching her boots closer to his precious area. Sherri had learned that Valori Roma had left the Stryker's Club, inebriated and alone. She had been making her way back to her residence, which is somewhere in the woods. The man followed after her, planning to mug her and possibly commit other actions but became lost. No one else was around Valori so the chance of foul play was low and also the number of any witnesses to see what happened.

From what some of the other officers told her, Valori had no immediate or extended family to contact. However, from the phone found on the bridge, they noted that the woman was trying to call a contact named Brinlee. After some digging, Sherri found that the number belonged to Brinlee Stryker. The hospital that Valori was admitted to tried to reach Brinlee but the voicemail tone popped up each time they tried to call.

"Detective Robbins, Miss Roma has awaken." A small nurse had approached the exhausted woman who was seated in one of the lobby chairs with her arms and legs crossed, "Oh? Thank you for letting me know." Before Sherri had made her way over to Valori Roma's room, the detective poured herself some coffee from the complimentary beverages in the lobby. Once she had a full cup of coffee in her system, Sherri then made her way over to Valori's room. "Good morning, Miss Roma. My name is Sherri Robbins and I am a detective from Omen's Police Department. How are you feeling? I'm here to see if you can remember anything from last night. No need to push yourself though if you cannot recollect anything. We can talk about some other things, perhaps Brinlee Stryker?"

TerrorKitty

 

[Danoram]

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He was happy. He was.

"Tyler..."----"Hm?"----"Have you... Have you ever thought about, like... Us? Like... Like that."

"...Uh... Well, I am now."----"F-Forget it, that's weird. Sorry-"----"Hey, wait. Where're ya goin'? Let's try it."----"Wha~ Wh- N- R-Really?"----"Why not?......... Just one thing. Ya gotta promise it'll not ruin everything up to now, yeah?"

"I promise."

Tyler carefully guides Gwendolen toward the club's doors. An undeniable warmth stretches throughout him... but it is a false satisfaction--to have Gwendolen so close like he's fantasized, but in such a way that it's almost meaningless.

"It's all ya talk about! Benton this, Benton that! Come on! How'm I s'posed to feel about that, Camaree!?"----"P-Please- hic- Please don't yell at me..."----"...I'm... I... I'm gonna go."

Having called one, their cab soon arrives. Tyler helps Gwendolen inside and buckles her up before stepping around and getting in, himself.

"Where to?" the driver asks. Tyler tells him Gwendolen's address, which he got off of her on their way to the club in the case that she got out of hand. It was her idea and he thought it a good one; however, he didn't quite expect to find her lesbian-locked in a back corner, ogled by older men who likely snapped a picture or two, if not a recording.

"Were you not happy?"

Does jumping off of a bridge into rapid, icy waters sound happy?... Or something like that. It's what he planned to say.

"We're on our way, love. Gettin' close. How ya feelin'?" Tyler grins over at the drunken beauty, trying to meet her drowsy gaze for that sense of exhilaration that usually arises when he does. Looking at her, she's still perfect. Even in this state--slumped and out of her head and sticky around the lips by someone else's spit. It's a fight not to stare--reaching up to lift her bangs. His eyes squint with wide amusement, "Ya've shown a new side, y'know? I've plans t' tease ya when you're more aware, yeah?... You know you're all that matters, right?" Looks like Benton's not the only one able to speak his mind tonight due to the other party's numbness.

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callisto (Gwendolen)​

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: X | LOCATION: The Strykers' Club, upstairs office | FEELING: ----
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"Camaree, look at me."

Camaree loosens her grip around Benton's tie, relaxing altogether as his voice soothes her plagued mind. Roses suddenly bloom around his tall, slender figure, and the background that was once a plain, boring wall and a wooden exit becomes that of a glowing canvas.

Her pupils expand within those wide browns like a drop of ink into muddy water.

"You are Camaree Van Martin," he tells her!

Camaree Van Martin... Camaree! "Camaree Van Martin, is I!" she yells persistently. "Th-That's me! That wonderful nineteen-eighty-three name like a Toyota-brand vehicle is mine!"

The girl falters to the side but retains her balance thanks to Benton's tie, staring up at him with newfound admiration. "You... You're so kind, Ben-ten." She backs away from him, her arms dropping to her side, limp and heavy. "I wonder, you know... If maybe it'd have been you instead of him that day," she speaks of Tyler Abernathy. "...Do you think... Someone like me could be cherished? If it was you- hear me out- would you have left me so brazenly?" Camaree's eyes swell with tears. Her cheeks flush red and her chin wrinkles, lips quivering. "Why am I so hopelessly and easily led?"

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Life. (Benton)​

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: Red Nike sweater, baggy grey sweats | LOCATION: Home > Heading to Tatie's, M & C Market | FEELING: Exhausted | EXTRA: (His bike) X
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...Sigh...

Audence, after retrieving his bike from the gym, headed straight home--thirty-five to forty minutes outside of town without traffic, a handsome double-wide encircled by the forest's massive oaks and neighboring a modest pond that's become recently filmed with the colorful leaves of Fall.

He sits at a desk in a relatively empty room, carpeted green to his regret at times, reading over nutrition plans and revising numerous dietary recommendations for certain trainees.

Type two diabetes... Okay. So... brown rice in moderation. Eggs, for sure. Oh- gluten allergy. That's okay.

He runs a hand down his face. Sitting in the back of his mind like a rock is the replaying incident he experienced earlier today with Sara Thompson and Sven Hawthorne, Omen's face of fame. Not knowing any better, Audence can't help but feel like the kid was challenging him--or perhaps just claiming territory or... He shakes his head.

"Am I supposed to be jealous?" he asks the room, dropping his clipboard onto the desk of cluttered paperwork. Is that... Are women into that kind of frivolous behavior these days? He recalls the Hawthorne boy's attitude and decides that there was definitely something more to that encounter. I mean, without Audence being there, would Sven still have called Sara over to suck face?

Bzzt. Bzzt.

His phone calls to him but he ignores it. Then again, it buzzes, and he notices Daisy Hendrick's name flicker across the screen. For her to be contacting him this late, he grows curious but doesn't think much of it until he opens the message to find an image of what looks like one's buttocks in dim lighting--and, for all he knows, it's hers.

Overlooking it, first, he reads the initial message of: "Ounce picture me up we going to taties, youg otto be there bigman." Somehow he manages to translate the autocorrect and, assumedly, drunken jumble, figuring she meant to write, "Audence, pick me up. We're going to Tatie's. You gotta be there big man." But the problem is not in that she's drunk--he understands a woman's need for fun. The problem lies in the picture and the fact that it came after she addressed him, so the likeliness of her having texted the wrong number is significantly lower than what he'd like to think.

He texts back, "What?" in hopes of clarification.

Bzzt. Bzzt----"get me from tatie's"

At this point in his life, Audence has started to believe that he is cursed with misfortune. Heading out of the house, he deletes Daisy's picture, tucking the phone away before starting up his motorcycle and driving off. He makes sure to bring an extra helmet for her, also hoping she'll be steady enough to hold onto him during the ride. Why am I so bad at saying no? Indeed. To even those he's not fond of, Audence struggles with rejection. He'd much rather be the one turned down than the one turning down.

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NothingFancy​

 

[callisto]

GWENDOLEN LUKAS​

FEELING // Warm
LOCATION // Taxi Cab
WITH // Tyler
MENTION // Valori, Brinlee
TAG // Danoram Life. NothingFancy

Warm. Mother’s embrace warm. Baby’s blanket warm. Winter scarf around the neck warm. She grasps onto it; holds it close. Though she doesn’t recognize the source, all she knows is that she doesn’t want to let go.

Her heat-seeking cheeks searched for Tyler’s hands, flushed red with autumnal chill. A satisfied sigh drifted past her lips, followed by a dissatisfied grunt as her sources of warmth moved up to push back her bangs.

“If ya don’t stop fidgetin’ me I’m gonna barf on your jeans – THAT’S how I’m feelin’.” Though Gwen had never lived in Los Angeles, her voice was tinged with a stolen valley girl's inflection; words moved up and down as she spoke with little care for proper enunciation. She grumbled at Tyler’s question, laying her head on his lap with a huff. Cold cheeks pressed onto denim, the back of her head sinking into his abdomen. Gwen pursed her lips and squinted from below when he mentioned teasing. “Wellll I think you’re a reeeeal butthead… mister.”

Not her brightest comeback, but at least she won’t remember it in the morning.

Gwen’s phone sat open in her lap, the final text messages that she had sent to Valori floating in her vision like a spectre. A final message sat unsent – a hellloooooooooooooooooooo that stretched off into nothingness. A call into the abyss. There was no response.

Then again, Gwen wasn’t coherent enough to devote much thought to anything, at the moment, much less remembering to send a follow-up message to a conversation she’d soon want to forget. In the morning, she would stare at the phone in embarrassment. The sort of embarrassment that digs deep, gnawing and hungry for more awkward fodder. Not even Brinlee, her confidant, would be receiving screenshots of this green-and-blue exchange.

“Hm?” Her eyes attempted to re-focus on the man beside her, tilting her head like a dog trying to understand its owner. Soft, playful words mingled with the steady rumble of the asphalt road. You know you’re all that matters, right?

Without realizing, a dreamy smile had formed on Gwen’s face. Despite not knowing where she was for a brief second, the words pierced her prior chill, filling the drunken woman with warmth.

“I’m not ALL that madders…” She flipped over, making direct eye contact with Tyler from below. Her bangs stuck out messily from her face, eyes lidded in sleepy intoxication. “Rain madders. Bees madder. Books madder.” One of Gwen’s fingers lifted, bopping Tyler affectionately on the nose. “You matter.”


For a moment, the haze seemed to fade, and Gwen’s blue eyes peered at Tyler with wonder and something like sadness. Images of newspaper headings and magazine covers flooded her mind as she looked up into the smiling boy’s face. Even with the warmth that radiated from them, they looked just like the cold eyes of the boy who was dragged out of the river that day, not so long ago.

“Tyler, why were you at the bridge?”

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Tyler stares down at the picturesque Gwendolen with soft eyes. Like a porcelain doll carefully designed to his exact liking, with her short bangs fanning out to reveal her clean forehead, she stares back.

She tells him, at which his lingering smile recedes, "You matter," and he feels the same disappointment from earlier wash itself over him as if there'd been a button on his nose holding it back, unleashing when she poked it.

"...Far from it," he mumbles, returning the gesture.

Passing streetlights persistently illuminate the interior of the cab, granting him the occasional glimpse at her heavenly features as the driver peeks at them from his place behind the wheel.

A near silence with the exception of gentle music slipping through the back speakers at a low volume and the purr of the tires treading toward their destination--a silence easily broken as the woman asks, "Tyler, why were you at the bridge?"

But also a silence quick to return with the boy's hesitation to answer.

Memories of the night flood his mind like the frigid waters did his lungs as he was thrown about beneath the distant surface, having expected to die on impact. While it isn't the Golden Gate Bridge, Sergeant Memorial's is still three-hundred feet above the Southcreek River--a high enough distance to be more fatal than not.

Because of a blizzard, the bridge had been deemed unsafe and, as a result, it was blocked from traffic.

Descending the night, the howling wind wretched in his deaf ears but he heard only the cries of people asking him why, to which he could not answer. It was then when he realized the irony of his decision... and it was then when he regretted it, opening his eyes to see the stars looking down on him.

His throat tore, then, with a desperate call to nothing as his tears gravitated upward, followed by the sound of shattered bones and the taste of warm blood, then warmth altogether.

"...What for?" Tyler asks. "I'd fought with my dad. He told me t' leave. I did..." He forces a snicker but it burns his throat as if telling him to cut the act, then he adds, "I remember lookin' over the edge and watchin'... the snow fall."

"Uh... I thought... for a minute... that I saw somethin', y'know?... I saw somethin' I'd been lookin' for... so, I... I reached for it like anyone woulda... But then I realized that it wasn't what I was lookin' for, at all."

"Make sense?" Tyler runs a hand through Gwendolen's hair, then after a second he laughs, "Pfft- 's a real roundabout way o' sayin' it, huh?... If you don't get it, then I dunno what else t' tell ya." Meanwhile, the driver up front covers his mouth with a shaking hand to hide his chokes and sobs from the poor, pitiful boy in the back. So he's that boy from the accident... Is that the real story, kiddo? Your secret's safe with me!

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callisto (Gwendolen)​

 

[Life.]

Benton Stryker
Surreal. It was the only word that Benton could describe this moment as. Camaree was less than a foot away from him, her grip loosening around his tie. But he didn't notice the difference as his heartbeat continued to erratically beat. Most of the confidence that had been flowing through him was slowly beginning to disappear the longer they stood there. Her large, brown eyes were staring deeply into his own. He had heard the stories from his friends where the world stood still in moments of amazement, but Benton always dismissed them with a soft chuckle and shake of his head.

Oh, how he was wrong. Even with no influence in his system, Benton was enraptured by Camaree Van Martin. She was the only focus of his attention, all the mundane objects in the background blurring into a neutral hue that only emphasized the colors of Camaree. Her deep, coffee, brown hair softly cascading around her heart-shaped face. The newly created bangs, that she presented to him earlier, granting her more beauty to her appearance. Against his good judgment, his eyes flickered down to her lips. But before temptation could settle, she exclaimed out her name.

Benton felt one of his feet take a step back to catch his balance, but this was because he found himself leaning slightly back from laughing. A wide smile broke his nerves, but it soon fell as he continued to listen to the young woman's words. He watched as she backed away then, his body feeling a sense of emptiness from the warmth of Camaree's body disappearing.

Throughout the course of the day, Benton had watched Camaree's mood shift from cheery to frustrated to annoyed and then loopy. But the clear signs of sadness, from her eyes to her lips, were the most effective on his heart. Not even the verbal bite he had received from the same girl bothered him. The disheartening tone in her words was aching his own heart. Happiness and reassurance were all Benton wanted Camaree to feel now. What should he do now? His mind was blank on the correct response to the situation, but it was clear that his heart was in control as he stepped forward to return to stand by her side. But this time he made sure to close the gap.

Gently, as if she was a delicate glass figurine, he embraced her. This wasn't the first time they had hugged but this moment felt different. At least for him, it did which he accepted might continue to stay one-sided. With her head against his chest, Benton could feel the heat of his body continuing to increase. He courageously took this big step, but now he knew he needed to do something, say something for Camaree. Perhaps because this was an opportunity that will not come again--and feels a lot more accomplished than writing down in his journal-- Benton continued to pour out his feelings.

"Ssshhh. Camaree. You are cherished. By your parents, by your friends, by Brinlee...and...by me. I'm sure at some point he may have realized his mistake. But if not, then that means he's not worth it. And you aren't easily led, because you know what? You have such a big heart. And well all I can say is that he's missing out. Because you are...the-" he gulped, the longer he spoke, the tighter his throat felt which meant the harder it was to get the words out, "-thesweetestpersonIhaveevermet." Benton had to finish the last sentence with an accompanied exhalation of breath.

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[NothingFancy]

LOCATION|| Close to the General Store ... FEELING || Buuuuuzzed

Daisy was hanging around the neck of her newest girlfriend, Brin. She could feel the chill of the night air prickling at her tequila heated skin, and it sent shivers of pleasure through her spine. After the rainfall from earlier in the day, the air, which was normally filled with dust and the smell of hot cow manure, was washed away by the late summer downpour.

They rounded a corner, their giggles and unintelligible mumbles bouncing back at them from the empty street and quiet buildings. Daisy could barely form a thought let alone a sensible sentence but she did know that this was probably the best she’d felt in a long time. That thought brought dark sobriety to her mind for a moment, and she slipped off Brinlee, taking a step back to allow the two girls to gain a bit of a lead.

Daisy didn’t let herself wallow in her past, she wasn’t a pussy like that. But something about having warm tequila in her veins instead of blood made her heart beat softer. Images of her past life masqueraded in front of her vision, most made her cringe, like one of her tightening a blue rubber band around her bicep, and a thin needle making its way into her flesh. Disgusting. She shook her head to rid herself of her shame, but then the images of him replaced the memories of fever dreams. Most of them were filled with yelling, glasses thrown against walls, and fists in solid drywall. Tears and screams echoing in her ears, making them ring. Firm grips on wrists burned a phantom bruise into her skin. She rubbed at then furiously. Angry make-out sessions and aggressive 'love making,' caused her breath to hitch in her throat.

She felt sick, she looked up to see they were almost at the general store. Just a little further… but her mind wasn’t done fucking her yet. No, now the worst of her memories filtered through watering eyes. The whoosh of wind blowing around her, almost like a lover's embrace, and her own arms wrapped tightly around a man in front of her, his leather jacket the same shade as hers. Her eyes staring warmly at the red patch of embroidered Chinese and Korean letters in black, the symbol of their gang… their family. Her legs tighten on the motorcycle beneath her, and he looks back. He rarely wore a helmet, and today wasn’t one of those days, but the image of his face was blocked by the blinding sun behind him. But she saw that smile… the one that made her legs jelly, and her heart like stone. It ripped her apart with it’s gentleness - something that only appeared when they were alone - and stitched her back together with its warmth.

NO.

As if in physical rejection of her brain’s assault, her stomach heaved, and she leaned against the glass door in front of her. She’d barely registered that she’d made it to the store, before she felt a large hand on her back. She flinched, and turned aggressively, expecting to see him there… but instead she saw a larger man. A man sporting a grey hoodie and concerned look on his face. His bleached hair shone like a fucking halo around his face, and she actually laugh aloud at the contrast between the man before her and the man who haunted her dreams. It was a hysterical laugh, but it was the spell that cast the demons from her mind.

“AUDY! You’re here! Get my message?! Good boi!”

Danoram Life.

 

[Danoram]

6:00 AM - TBD Sunday, September 8th

Recent News:
-----Regarding the tragic accident that took place outside of Omen's Public Library at 4:00 AM on Friday, September 6th, residents are encouraged to pay their respects to the Donaldson family, known for their charity work with Omen's Support the Poor Movement. Their son, an infant of only ten months, Jodiah Donaldson, was deemed dead on arrival at the hospital at 5:32 AM that same morning. It is said that the opposing driver was intoxicated and speeding recklessly, resulting in the head-on collision even as Joshua Donaldson, father of Jodiah, tried to avoid it. He claims that it was as if "he (the other driver) was locked on." Terry Lockhart, deemed dead after treatment at 7:44 AM that same morning.

-----"Omen's late-night muggers have yet to let up," says Deputy Director, John Snow. "Their target is seemingly women, we're guessing. It's looking like a mandatory curfew will have to be established until things settle down. I know folks won't be happy about it but that's how it's startin' to look."

-----The Strykers' Club has been closed by the authorities and the property has been entirely closed off. It is unknown, so far, why.

Weather Report:
Sunny but with cool winds. Fluctuating temperatures.
70 degrees Fahrenheit max (21 Celsius)

Weekly Featured Magazine:

Spoiler: Omen's Most Eligible Bachelor?

@Destructus Kloud

Upcoming Events:

Spoiler: Fall Festival

Misc:
Alright! We're going ahead and wrapping up the night and skipping to the morning! Everyone is free to post! Some of us are still behind but we'll be summing everything up in our morning posts.

callisto Life. TerrorKitty @Destructus Kloud WolfSol dazzling NothingFancy Danoram Magical Squid Senpai

 

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OUTFIT: Red hoodie, grey sweats | LOCATION: Tatie's then Daisy's | FEELING: Tired | EXTRA: (His bike) X​

It's likely that the rippling growl of Audence's Harley, like popping thunder, is what wakes Tatie Adderly from his slumber as the blond pulls up beside the market, parking along the sidewalk rather than the paved lot.

He pulls his phone out to text Daisy for her whereabouts while climbing a wooden set of stairs by the side of the building to knock on Tatie's door, but before he can, the shorter man has already poked his head out with tired, nearly shut eyes.

"Hey," Audence starts. "Is Daisy not here?"

Tatie covers a yawn, shaking his head, "No. Did she say she was?"

Audence sighs. He hangs his head and inwardly mopes to have been fooled. "Yeah~ She did... Sorry to wake you up, man. She told me to come pick her up."

"No, no, it's fine... Wait, did you come from home? You live an hour away, what the hell?"

Chuckling, Audence waves a dismissive hand, "It's no problem, honestly. I like riding... but do you mind if I chill here until Daisy does or doesn't show up? I wouldn't want to leave and her wonder why I never came."

Standing up straight, Tatie clicks his tongue in a derisive manner at his friend before checking inside the home for Liam. He's still asleep then, so Tatie steps outside and shuts the door. "I'll stand with you. Don't want the boy waking up, but if this takes any more than an hour, I'm ditching. 'Kay?"

"Aright," Audence grins at the offer and descends the noisy steps with the help of his phone to light the way, "Normally I wouldn't do something like this but-"

"But Daisy, right?" Tatie rolls his eyes, "Don't let a bitch run over you, dude."

"Woah-"

"Just saying. She probably knows you're into her and that's why she does this. 'Do this, do that.' It's how women work because, no matter their personality, they want to be liked... They need to be liked. I'm serious- The second she thinks you're losing interest in her, she'll come at you with something to hook you again. Shoving orders onto you is their way of testing boundaries. 'How far will he go?' is pretty much what they're asking themselves."

Audence narrows his eyes questioningly at the shorter man. If he recalls correctly, Tatie's the single father here so should he really be the one giving advice on women? Albeit, he makes a good point.

"...Okay, well if that's the case then I just have to tell her, right?"

"What?" Tatie raises his eyebrows. "You'd do that? Just like that?"

"Pfft, yeah, why not? It's more nerve-wrecking trying to hide it."

"... ... Whatever you say, dude."

Following this, Audence laughs, crossing his arms with a hand softly petting the hairs on his chin. It's when a distant voice laughs back at him that he and Tatie both jolt, Tatie more-so than Audence.

"What the hell kind of quack-ass squall was that!?" Tatie curses, slightly clinging to Audence's sleeve in a way that he'd easily be able to slip behind the guy in the case of emergency. Three figures, two tall and one average, squirm about each other, knocking into each other with one sporadically parading around the other two. At such a sight, Tatie and Audence are lost for words until recognition registers and Tatie angrily mumbles, remembering De'jah's texts from earlier. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?" Audence asks, looking back and forth between the group and Tatie, who throws a hand at the women, "It's fucking De'jah, dude. I told her not to come- Look at them."

We're going to Tatie's. Daisy's jumbled text flashes through Audence's mind, and he mouths a silent "O~h~" Then like an auto-aim adjustment in a first-person shooter, his red eyes lock onto Daisy as she's left behind by De'jah and Brinlee, making for the market at a slower, more lethargic pace. It captures his concern--Audence's--and he leaves Tatie's side to be with her, following her back to the market doors with a hand hovering over her back and another by her arm should he have to catch her. "Daisy, are you okay?" he asks, then as if to tell him she's not, the woman hurls. A watery substance ridden with the stench of alcohol.

Tatie jumps out of splattering range and gags, "Come on!" Meanwhile, De'jah covers her mouth with wide eyes, smiling behind that hand, "And I thought I'd be the one, guuurl! Ya beat me to it!" She hollers, throwing her head back in laughter while leaning into Brinlee Stryker.

"De'jah, shut the hell up!" Tatie bites, only to have the dark-skinned woman throw herself to him, exclaiming in return, "Bitch, you wanna fuckin' go!? Play me, hoe! I'll kick your fuckin' ass!"

"Fucking try me, bitch!-" the corners of his lips twitch with amusement. They lock hands in a battle of the fittest, pushing against each other with rivaling power. "Go back to the hood, woman," he grunts. She grunts back, "Where's yo baby-mamma at!?"

"You'd be one to wonder, wouldn't you!?"

"Daisy, hey?" Audence presses his palm into the leather of her jacket, feeling how small she is compared to his larger-than-average hands. "Are you ok-" At his touch, she whips around with an unexpected aggression and glares at him, due to which he immediately withdraws his hand and his head flinches back, "Sorry-" but her demeanor quickly reverses to the usual cheer when she realizes who it is, grinning widely and laughing loudly. "AUDY!"

Audence manages a nervous, open-mouthed smile, "Ahaha... Y-Yeaaah!" feigning enthusiasm; though, in the back of his mind he wonders what that was just now. "Are you ready to go home? You okay?..." His eyebrows pinch together with unease but his weak optimism remains scribbled across his face. "Can you balance on the bike? I brought you- I'm heading out, Tatie,"-----"'Kay!"-----"I brought you a helmet, come on."

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Life. (Brinlee) NothingFancy (Daisy) Danoram (Tatie)

 

[Danoram]

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OUTFIT: Brinlee's clothes | LOCATION: Strykers' Duplex, Brinlee's then Benton's | FEELING: Sick​

"Camaree..." A pleasant voice radiates a sort of comforting ease throughout her body. The familiar scent of Downy Infusions fabric softener breathing down her nose that brings back memories of Brinlee's sisterly embrace.

"You are the sweetest person I have ever met, Camaree." She hears this, smiling uncontrollably in her light sleep, mumbling stinky-breathed nothings to the empty bedroom. But it's then that Benton's face--handsome but surprising nonetheless--bulges abruptly in place of Brinlee's as if he's standing on the other end of a fisheye lens.

"Weetest -mree you've I metter -mree -mree!" The voice grows louder until Camaree finally wakes, throwing herself up with a startled gasp. What was that?

She looks around the room, "Brinlee's?" Then down at her wrinkled clothes, "Okay," the same ones from last night.

Neatly folded in an appropriate order, an outfit of Brinlee's sets atop her nightstand beside the bed. Absent, brown eyes stare at them, then moments later Camaree is changed and knocking on the door to Benton's side of the duplex, holding her empty, aching stomach with a clenched hand. "Benton, are you home?" She turns the knob--it's unlocked--stepping through into an empty living room. "Good morning..." she calls weakly.

My head hurts. She takes a seat on the couch, lying on her side in the fetal position. I feel sick.

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Life. (Benton)

 

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TIME: ??? | LOCATION: Omens Hospital Emergancy Room | FEELING: Pain.

Valori groaned. She felt numb but it didn't feel uncomfortable, not like the numbness of cold or shock. It took the minute amounts of pain that spiked through parts of her body to get her attention to sharpen. The woman talking to her, a detective, but why? Where was she? It was when the name Brinlee Styker shot out of the detective's mouth and into Valori's mind like a bullet. "Brinlee?! Did something happen to her? Is she ok?!" The green-eyed girl sputtered quickly as she sat up just as fast only to feel pain ricochet through her bones. Now sitting up, one of the nurses raised the bed for her nervously, in the presence of the intense detective and the Black Hills Witch. The nurse was quick to leave and let things play out, muttering quietly she'd be back to check on them soon.

Resting her back on the raised back gave Valori a load of comfort and the pain subsided back into numbness. Only for her blanket sheet to falter and fall, revealing her body which was still mostly covered by a hospital gown but enough to show the various gauss wrappings and bruises all over her body, some of them purple, some red. Her fingers on her left hand were in individualized casts or mini splints. Her legs felt numb as well. A different kind of numb than the rest of her. She couldn't move them, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't move them, feel them, not even pain registered. Her legs were dead weight. "Oh god..OH god!" Valori said raising her bruised but functional hand to her mouth as tears began to flow once more. "What happened to me.." She choked out to herself before remembering the Detective still standing there, waiting for a response. That's when the hangover washed over her as well, only slightly subdued by other drugs pumping into her IV.

Valori wasn't stupid, she was in shock, but she knew enough that a Detective wanted answers, but...Could she even give any? "Brinlee, is she ok? Was she hurt too?....No...I fell, into the river..." She closed her wet eyes and groaned as she tried to mentally push away all the intrusive, terrifying thoughts. "I was...At the club, Club Strykers, Brinlee and her brother Benton owned it...and...I got drunk and I wasn't...Thinking right, I was feeling bad so, I went on my way home. It's a miracle I made it as far as I did, as drunk as I was, I barely remember anything from the moment I left till I got to the bridge. When I made it I thought it was safe...But no, I fell not because of the bridge, I got a text from someone that's when...That's when the voices started screaming at me, chanting at me. I couldn't take it anymore and I think that's when I fell, I don't remember anything else."

The nurse just so happened to walk back in at the time, to hear Valori mention the voices which caused concern, even for a witch, or maybe an unstable woman. Moving over to Sherri the nurse whispered that she will call a local psychiatrist for a mental evaluation and left to make the call. "Emma? It's me, Carrie, I need you down at the hospital, it's business.." She began the brief conversation, filling the small woman in on everything before hanging up and popping back in to inform the Detective as well as give Valroi her full diagnosis. "Sorry Detective Robbins for the intrusion, um, I'll explain quickly. Miss Roma, the injuries aren't too severe, not as bad as they could be. Your left fingers have minor fractures and should be fully usable in about two weeks, your bruises will be painful for only a day or two but will subside quickly, you're being prescribed morphine for the time being. You had full body frostbite and your blood coagulated for a short time, so you may have trouble moving for a few hours and your fingers and toes will be...Well. The base of your spine was dislocated. We were able to fix this during surgery and add a small metal brace. For the next four to five days as your nerves recover, you will be wheelchair-bound and you will require physical therapy for at least a month, but after that, you should be on your feet as normal." She continued with a few other things mostly minor medical mumbo-jumbo. "That's the full report, Miss Roma, Detective Robbins....I'll uh, go check on another patient...Um." She said backing out of the room, to let the conversation. Investigation. Resume.



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Life.