Realistic or Modern The Secrets of Redwood (ACCEPTING PEOPLE AGAIN! COME JOIN!)

[sprouhtt]

CHAPTER 2 HAS BEGUN!​

TODAY/START: MARCH 19TH, 2018
TIME: MORNING
WEATHER: 56 DEGREES WITH CLOUDY SKIES (Its raining folks)

THE GRASS IS STILL WET WITH DEW. THE CHAOS HAS TURNED INTO NOTHING BUT SILENCE, EXCEPT THE BIRDS CHIRPING HERE AND THERE. THE SUN RISES OVER THE HORIZON, SHINING DOWN ITS RAYS ON REDWOOD, BUT SOON IS COVERED BY CLOUDS AS THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR DOWN.

THE PEOPLE OF REDWOOD ARE EITHER GETTING UP ON THIS SUNDAY MORNING, OR STAYING IN AND RELAXING. WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO DO, IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU...BUT TROUBLE SEEMS TO LURK AROUND EVERY CORNER.

SOMETHING OR SOMEONE IS PAYING A VISIT TO REDWOOD...

TRUST MUST BE EARNED, IT IS NOT SIMPLY GIVEN.
ENJOY!​

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At Vienna's house (Technically her grandmothers)
Interaction: N/A
Mentioned: madame moiselle (Judah), apolla (Lissa) & Rumble Fish (Luna)

The words, How could you? Ran through her mind as she began to think about what Judah said to her. She could still remember how his eyes looked, anger, regret, and sadness seemed to be swarming his eyes. You know how they say that the way through the humans soul is through its eyes. That night, she saw his soul, and how he felt about her. He looked to be disappointed, and disgusted; that his own best friend would betray him and keep such a secret from him. But what he didn't know was that, Vienna kept that secret from him for the better. The less people who know she is a witch, the better. The witches were still searching for her, to rid her of her existence and maybe it would be such a good idea for Vienna to just disappear, because she didn't have the guts to face Judah. That sentence was light daggers, and she could still feel those daggers piercing and puncturing her skin.

After those words, Vienna said nothing to Judah and had gone up in the attic where she snuck out through the window and just sat there on the roof until the sun came up. Vienna thought it was best to not talk to him that night, to allow for not only him to think, but the others and Vienna too. She didn't need another catastrophe happening. Vienna had spent her morning, thinking and trying not to have tearful eyes because of what happened. Vienna watched as the blood of her bed friend run down her skin with the water from the shower. Vienna was still in shock herself from what happened right in front of her eyes, her best friend, turning into one of the creatures that has filled Redwood with so much popularity and wonder. Werewolf. Judah was a werewolf, and there is not enough time in the world, for Vienna to go back and stop all of this from happening, so the her perfect lie can remain the same. The lie in which she made for herself that there were no such things as supernatural creatures. Vienna knew that if she created a big enough lie for herself that they were all make-believe, then she wouldn't be dragged into any complicated situations that involves the word, witch.

When Vienna was done showering, she put on a pair of light blue jeans, and a white tank top. She was hoping that she could take today slow. She didn't want any more violent events happening around here, because what happened yesterday, was enough to send Vienna under ground. Vienna looked at herself in the mirror and felt dirty. She still felt as if she could smell Judah's blood on her, and not to mention the fact that she used her powers. She had promised herself never to use it. She only used it about two times in her whole entire lifetime, one of the times was to heal her step-sister who now hates her, and the other time was a year ago when her grandmother helped Vienna to control it and to allow it to come to her when she got all her senses together. The promise that she made was the day that her mother had died right in front of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Vienna had tried to use the golden power, but it just wasn't flowing out of her hand like it did with her step-sister. But that was because Vienna had a whole bunch of emotions swarming, she was new to it all, and she knew that she couldn't do the impossible anymore, and that was to save her mother.

"It's your fault mom is dead Vienna." Said her sister, Janice.

Vienna just stayed there, like a doll. Not blinking, no words came out, and such a blank stare, except for salty tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I tried to save her Janice, but it just didn't let me." She replied to her sister.

Janice scoffed, "It didn't let you, or you didn't want too? You saved me before Vienna, why couldn't you do the same for mom?!" ​

Vienna felt like a part of her died every time she was reminded of what happened that night and what her sister said to her. Vienna knew that she could have tried her hardest, but how could she? She knew nothing of magic/power. Her father left them when she was just a baby and no traces of him, ever since. How could she ask him for help? He was he the only one who knew what was happening to her, and yet he chose to leave her with a human who knew nothing. And at the first sight of it all, went crazy, trying to figure out what was wrong with her daughter. Ever since that day, Vienna blames herself for the split of her family. If Vienna weren't born, they would still be together, instead of split apart. One in heaven, other one rogue, and two sisters who drifted apart from each other.

Vienna made her way downstairs and began taking out the pans to make breakfast. She knew that once everyone woke up, they would be hungry and not to mention full of questions. Her grandmother still wasn't back, which is normal, so Vienna knew that she would come back at around 4 o'clock. Vienna had made a meal big enough to feed an army, she had scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancake with a bottle of orange juice set on the table with four plates. Vienna hoped that the smell would get everyone up, she couldn't believe that she allowed two strangers to sleep at her grandmothers house. But Vienna didn't want to kick anyone out, it wasn't safe after last night. Vienna still felt dizzy from last night, but she brushed it off and tried to think of something else.

While she waited for everyone, Vienna tried to relax with the sound of the rain coming down on the house. She took a pitcher and began to go around the house watering the hundreds of plants her grandmother kept. Trying to keep herself busy so that she wouldn't think about Judah confronting her.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Luna Fang
MENTIONS: sprouhtt madame moiselle
Luna Fang had no idea why she was here, why did she not just leave after the man was healed? Well, she did not want to leave while he was hurt. She did not even know this guy’s name or why he was fighting that vampire but still, instincts told her to stay put and help. Even after he had been healed and been put to bed upstairs, something made her stay. Maybe it was because he reminded her a lot of herself when she was nothing more than a chew-toy for drunken men to throw their dogs so they could laugh and jeer at her attempt to kill them. The memories of having to kill innocent dogs still haunted Luna to this day. They were also starved, beaten and scared, only fighting to avoid another beating from their so-called "masters" and yet, she had to kill them. But from what Luna could see, it was a mercy killing. An escape from their wretched lives. From what Luna Fang could remember from her early days, her mother had taught her differently. The wolfish woman lied on her back as she stared at the ceiling, as her mind began to drift...
***

"But... father?" Luna Fang quipped, looking up towards Lazarus with an intense gaze of confusion, as her father held her left arm out towards him, licking the wound on her shoulder where the bullet had grazed her. "...They were wrong to shoot their guns at us." She looked back towards the carpet of forest below from where the pair were sitting. Lazarus simply sighed and placed his huge paw on his daughter's head to ruffle her mane.

"Yes, they are wrong. But it's their right to do it." He sighed heavily, a tone of bitterness but begrudging respect in his voice.

"But why? We did not do anything to deserve it."

"I know we haven't. But the thing is, Luna Fang, they will find a way to justify their behavior. Most humans..." He looked angrily at the open wilderness, "Most humans will find any excuse to attack a wolf." He then continued tending to her wound, his usual loving expression quickly returning.

"...I don't understand."

"I know. It's not an easy thing to understand. When you're older you will."

"Don't think I want to. I think I know enough already."

Lazarus smiled at her before looking back towards the open plain, "How about we try that hunt again? I bet I could catch a bigger elk than you." he added, knowing how his daughter would react.

"I'll catch a bull! You're getting too old for this, father. I'll go myself."

"Oh sure, so you can get shot up again. Come on, let's go." With that, Lazarus got up from his rock and dropped on all fours to canter down towards the plains. Luna Fang simply got up and joined him in their run, feeling the wind sweeping through her snow-white pelage, the cold soil beneath her pads and the sun's rays on her back as she expertly weaved through the trees and roots until she came to the open, where Lazarus stood to wait for her. Upon seeing him, Luna Fang bounded as she ran through the tall grass towards the endless horizon. She felt as though she could run forever...
***
The sound of pattering rain woke Luna Fang up, making her open her eyes. She was still in this stranger's house. Far away from the Yukon and her father... if he was still alive. She wished she was still in the Yukon with him. Sure the winters were harsh and sometimes food was scarce, but it was better than being in this place. But the world had changed without her, the wilderness was dying. So her place in this world was dying too. With a heavy sigh, she wished she could just go back to sleep. Only then could she see Lazarus again...

Luna groaned as she propped herself up, taking a moment to take everything in, sounds, smells, everything. She could tell that she was still in her uniform from the night before. Her white shirt and jeans. Her shirt had rolled up slightly while she had been asleep, exposing her midriff. This bothered Luna as now the white hair on her stomach was exposed. She simply put her hand over it. The white hair that grew on her body was most noticeable on her stomach and back where it was thicker. Just as she was about to drop back to sleep, the smell of cooked food wafted into her nose. It reminded her that she had not eaten since yesterday at lunch. Her stomach rumbled as she became aware of her own hunger, so much so that she could feel it under her hand. Luna simply grunted as she sat up, looking around as she sniffed about.

Luna Fang looked around, trying to find the source of the smell. Her stomach would not stop growling and it was getting on her nerves. She just wanted to eat. After a few moments, she found the kitchen, seeing what had been left out. She looked around, seeing that the girl Vienna had gone to deal with other matters. After she was gone, Luna looked back towards the food and seeing the bacon and sausages, grabbed one of the plates and started piling it with the pork. After a few moments, she stopped. Despite everything telling her to eat as much as possible, she knew the others needed to eat. Besides... she was not... the Alpha? Did humans have the same social structure as wolves? It was all so puzzling and made no sense. Despite her confusion, she could not ignore the food in front of her so sat back down on the sofa to eat, as nobody was around she was not worried about her teeth being seen. She was too focused on eating to pay attention to anything else.

Once she was finally done, she licked her lips to get the last of the juices from the meat. She was still hungry, but she did not want to take any more, despite her stomach still growling. Putting the plate away, she looked up the stairs, knowing the man, Jonah was up there. She bit her lip -cutting it slightly- in worry. Maybe he was hungry himself? She went back into the kitchen, grabbing another plate and putting food on it. She did not know what he would want so she put some of everything on it. She had to fight every urge she had to eat everything herself as she went and looked into the room that the man was resting in. She really did not know what to do at this point... this really was new territory for her and she was really stuck on what to do. Maybe if she just waited, something would happen.​

 

[apolla]

Lissa

The nights events replayed over and over again in Lissa's mind. She didn't sleep at all, but she wasn't tired. They'd arrived back at what she discovered was Vienna's grandmother's house in quite the predicament. Judah was injured, and though Lissa was no doctor, she could tell the wounds were bad. He was a werewolf, sure, but Lissa didn't know anything about them either, except for what she'd learned from movies and books throughout the years, and who knew if that information was correct.

After managing to carry Judah inside, a feat at which the newest member of their little group helped greatly. Lissa was curious about her and her strength, but it wasn't the time to ask, plus she was just grateful for the help and she knew Vienna was too. Lissa wasn't a healer, though, and she was internally freaking out about the wounds. She didn't care so much about the blood on her clothes or her skin, that could be cleaned. She barely noticed it as they carted Judah into the living room and set him as carefully as they could onto the floor, where Vienna appeared shortly after, cradling his head carefully into her lap.

She had some herbs and stuff, and Lissa watched, intrigued, as she settled back on her knees and... well, healed him. That was the only way to put it. Lissa watched her face, but as the light emanated from her hands, Lissa's gaze was drawn to them. Vienna moved her hands along the space above his body, and Lissa slowly shifted her gaze to Judah. Before her very eyes, the wounds began to heal and close, barely leaving scars behind. A gasp caught in Lissa's throat as she realized it was magic in action, something she'd never witnessed before.

How could you? Those words flew round and around in her mind as she sat on the porch in the pitch black night, knowing Vienna must be thinking the same. The connection between them was obvious, and of course Lissa was curious, but it wasn't her business. But... Vienna had healed him, and all he could ask was how could you? It broke her own heart in a way; she couldn't imagine what the other girl felt. Curled up in a wicker chair, Lissa stared at the dark sky until it began to turn light again, and eventually, she realized that it was morning.

Her body stiff from sitting in the chair, Lissa set one foot on the ground, followed by the other. She pushed herself to a standing position, stretching and cracking the tight muscles in her back. She glanced at the front door, and had the fleeting thought again to leave. With a dry chuckle, she realized that if she did, she'd be walking. In the rain, at that. She cast a glance towards the road, and then sighed. She couldn't ignore her vision anymore; she had to tell them. Moving to the front door, she pushed it open, just as Luna walked by with a plateful of food. Lissa gave her a small smile, shutting the door behind her as she followed the scent of food.

In the doorway to the kitchen, she paused, spotting Vienna watering a plant. There was tons of food out on the table, but Lissa wasn't focused on any of it. "Vienna?" Lissa spoke, her voice creaky from not being used for a few hours. Clearing her throat, she stepped into the room, one hand awkwardly grasping her other elbow. "I... Can I help?" She finished lamely, reaching for a leaf on a nearby plant and touching it gently.

Location: Vienna's grandmothers house, kitchen doorway

Interacting With: Vienna ( sprouhtt );

Mentions: Judah ( madame moiselle ); Luna ( Rumble Fish )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Code by apolla

 

[KingHalliwell]

Theo Prescott
Location: Home
Mention: mian
Interaction: N/A​

Theo groaned as the daily alarm sounded from the phone laying on the bedside table. His mind instantly drifting towards the events of last night, as he reached over and silenced the alarm. He sat up in his bed and rubbed a hand over his face, trying to push the thoughts from his head and get on with his day. He would think about it later. Theo stood from the bed and walked over to his closet and pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a light tank top. He needed to run, to clear his mind, even if it was in the pouring rain. Theo walked down the stairs of his house and yelled out to his aunt who was in the kitchen cooking something. “I’m going for a run!” He called out, stopping to pull on a pair of old running shoes. “Be safe!” She yelled back, as he stepped outside and looked out at the dark gray skies that covered the town.

He slipped his phone into the waterproof push strapped to his arm and place headphones into his ears and started to run. Soon the rhythm of loud EDM blasted through the headphones setting the pace for his run. The rain grew harder as he ran, but it did wonders to clear his head of all thoughts of last night, especially the man turning into a wolf. Man, he needed to talk to Adriana. Theo run took about an hour all together and when he walked into the house he could smell the pancakes his aunt had made, as he stripped his wet shirt and kicked off his wet sneakers. Before hopping up the stairs and into his room. He stepped into his ensuite to take a quick shower. Theo walked out of the bathroom and picked out his phone shooting a message off to Adriana, before getting dressed for the day.

Hey, are you home, need to talk to you?

 

[mian]

Adriana Ito
Location: Her Apartment
Mention: KingHalliwell
Interaction: N/A
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It was cloudy, the grey sky blocking out all direct sunlight with angry clouds and pouring rain, so it was one those rare days Adriana could have her window open. Adriana loved the sound of rain, it was calming and... cleansing. She sat by her half-opened living room window, thin lace inner-blinds pulled halfway closed (just in case) with the blackout blinds shoved to the outer corner of the rod. An old record was playing on her turntable, it was one of her favorite artists. An Italian singer from the 60's, the Queen of Screamers she had been called, The Tiger of Cremona. As the rain pattered on Adriana's window, the emotional woman's voice erupted from old speakers as the record spun and crackled. Adriana sang along softly, the Italian her mother taught her having faded none with time. "C'è chi ogni sera mi vuole accanto a sé... Ma non m'importa se i suoi baci mi darà."

She sat on a wooden chair near the window, one knee pulled up to her chest. She was methodically painting her toenails a dark blue color, enjoying the music and the occasional calming breeze that drafted in from the window. It was times like these, to listening and singing Italian, that Adriana felt the closest to her mother. She had to swallow down a lump that had rose in her throat at the thought of warm brown eyes, adorned with faint crows feet, and soft lips that pressed the sweetest kisses on the top of Adriana's head and sung the most beautiful songs from her home country.

It was the buzz of Adriana's phone the brought her back to Earth. She screwed the lid shut on her nail polish bottle, blowing on her nails quickly before getting up and crossing the room to retrieve her phone from the counter where it was charing. It was a text from Theo. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"Hey, are you home, need to talk to you?"
She knew what it was about immediately. That fucking werewolf last night. Theo saw it. He might have even heard Kinsley and I talking, too. Fuck. She knew it was time she told Theo the truth. The truth about Redwood and... the truth about Adriana herself.
"Yeah. Where else would I be? Come on over." She sent back, setting her phone back on the counter.
This was a conversation she knew she would have to have with Theo eventually... but she was terrified of what he'd think. She never meant to befriend a human, especially one who was oblivious to not only the existence of vampires but the existence of the supernatural in general. But... Theo was Theo. He was a great guy and she couldn't help but enjoy his company and friendship, especially after years of being alone with no one to trust. She never expected that the dingy bar she applied to out of desperation once arriving in Redwood would gift her someone who actually cared about her, and someone she actually cared for too.

She didn't know how he'd respond to her being a bloodsucking abomination of the night... but she hoped deep down he'd accept her, like he always has, faults and all.
She returned to her chair at the window, the song puttering out to its end.

Spoiler: The song she's listening to

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Spoiler: Her Outfit

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[madame moiselle]

Luna Fang
MENTIONS: sprouhtt madame moiselle
Luna Fang had no idea why she was here, why did she not just leave after the man was healed? Well, she did not want to leave while he was hurt. She did not even know this guy’s name or why he was fighting that vampire but still, instincts told her to stay put and help. Even after he had been healed and been put to bed upstairs, something made her stay. Maybe it was because he reminded her a lot of herself when she was nothing more than a chew-toy for drunken men to throw their dogs so they could laugh and jeer at her attempt to kill them. The memories of having to kill innocent dogs still haunted Luna to this day. They were also starved, beaten and scared, only fighting to avoid another beating from their so-called "masters" and yet, she had to kill them. But from what Luna could see, it was a mercy killing. An escape from their wretched lives. From what Luna Fang could remember from her early days, her mother had taught her differently. The wolfish woman lied on her back as she stared at the ceiling, as her mind began to drift...
***

"But... father?" Luna Fang quipped, looking up towards Lazarus with an intense gaze of confusion, as her father held her left arm out towards him, licking the wound on her shoulder where the bullet had grazed her. "...They were wrong to shoot their guns at us." She looked back towards the carpet of forest below from where the pair were sitting. Lazarus simply sighed and placed his huge paw on his daughter's head to ruffle her mane.

"Yes, they are wrong. But it's their right to do it." He sighed heavily, a tone of bitterness but begrudging respect in his voice.

"But why? We did not do anything to deserve it."

"I know we haven't. But the thing is, Luna Fang, they will find a way to justify their behavior. Most humans..." He looked angrily at the open wilderness, "Most humans will find any excuse to attack a wolf." He then continued tending to her wound, his usual loving expression quickly returning.

"...I don't understand."

"I know. It's not an easy thing to understand. When you're older you will."

"Don't think I want to. I think I know enough already."

Lazarus smiled at her before looking back towards the open plain, "How about we try that hunt again? I bet I could catch a bigger elk than you." he added, knowing how his daughter would react.

"I'll catch a bull! You're getting too old for this, father. I'll go myself."

"Oh sure, so you can get shot up again. Come on, let's go." With that, Lazarus got up from his rock and dropped on all fours to canter down towards the plains. Luna Fang simply got up and joined him in their run, feeling the wind sweeping through her snow-white pelage, the cold soil beneath her pads and the sun's rays on her back as she expertly weaved through the trees and roots until she came to the open, where Lazarus stood to wait for her. Upon seeing him, Luna Fang bounded as she ran through the tall grass towards the endless horizon. She felt as though she could run forever...
***
The sound of pattering rain woke Luna Fang up, making her open her eyes. She was still in this stranger's house. Far away from the Yukon and her father... if he was still alive. She wished she was still in the Yukon with him. Sure the winters were harsh and sometimes food was scarce, but it was better than being in this place. But the world had changed without her, the wilderness was dying. So her place in this world was dying too. With a heavy sigh, she wished she could just go back to sleep. Only then could she see Lazarus again...

Luna groaned as she propped herself up, taking a moment to take everything in, sounds, smells, everything. She could tell that she was still in her uniform from the night before. Her white shirt and jeans. Her shirt had rolled up slightly while she had been asleep, exposing her midriff. This bothered Luna as now the white hair on her stomach was exposed. She simply put her hand over it. The white hair that grew on her body was most noticeable on her stomach and back where it was thicker. Just as she was about to drop back to sleep, the smell of cooked food wafted into her nose. It reminded her that she had not eaten since yesterday at lunch. Her stomach rumbled as she became aware of her own hunger, so much so that she could feel it under her hand. Luna simply grunted as she sat up, looking around as she sniffed about.

Luna Fang looked around, trying to find the source of the smell. Her stomach would not stop growling and it was getting on her nerves. She just wanted to eat. After a few moments, she found the kitchen, seeing what had been left out. She looked around, seeing that the girl Vienna had gone to deal with other matters. After she was gone, Luna looked back towards the food and seeing the bacon and sausages, grabbed one of the plates and started piling it with the pork. After a few moments, she stopped. Despite everything telling her to eat as much as possible, she knew the others needed to eat. Besides... she was not... the Alpha? Did humans have the same social structure as wolves? It was all so puzzling and made no sense. Despite her confusion, she could not ignore the food in front of her so sat back down on the sofa to eat, as nobody was around she was not worried about her teeth being seen. She was too focused on eating to pay attention to anything else.

Once she was finally done, she licked her lips to get the last of the juices from the meat. She was still hungry, but she did not want to take any more, despite her stomach still growling. Putting the plate away, she looked up the stairs, knowing the man, Jonah was up there. She bit her lip -cutting it slightly- in worry. Maybe he was hungry himself? She went back into the kitchen, grabbing another plate and putting food on it. She did not know what he would want so she put some of everything on it. She had to fight every urge she had to eat everything herself as she went and looked into the room that the man was resting in. She really did not know what to do at this point... this really was new territory for her and she was really stuck on what to do. Maybe if she just waited, something would happen.​

Judah Brankovich

she's proof that you can walk through hell and still come out an angel. unknown

Judah didn't sleep much that night.

Maybe it was because he was afraid to dream again. Afraid that Julia would appear, that all he'd get would be just be manifestations of his past regrets and bittersweet memories. Or maybe it was because of Vienna---a relationship based on secret upon secret, lie upon lie. Her grandmother had been clever; concealing her granddaughter like that, knowing that this was what she meant, with all those worried mutters, those warnings on dangerous people being cut short. It puzzled Judah at first; why would her grandmother go to such lengths to hide her granddaughter from all the rest of the witches if Vienna was just another one of them?
But as the weary hours of the night passed, last night's events circled in his head like a washing machine, picking at them like the pieces left on a piece of meat, wondering where it all went wrong so fast. He concluded that even with the shock and the emotion being his main focus and distraction, even Judah couldn't deny the fact that his senses did not pick up a full aura of witch in Vienna. It was strange---as if she was half of what she was, like she was missing a whole other piece that should've been there, but wasn't.
It could have meant that Vienna was no ordinary witch---a halfling, something that even Judah knew that witches did not appreciate. It was common in the two cultures---only pure, wholesome blood could suffice to carry on the noble generations of witch or werewolf. Halflings were not permitted; you could almost say they were an abomination.

So, in the end, it was no wonder that her grandmother would hide her so well, even from the best of the best of werewolves. But it still bothered him that she wouldn't tell him. He could've protected her, could've shielded her better, be the guardian her grandmother wanted him to be, now that he finally knew what he was truly guarding her against.

He shifted from his flatback position to one adjacent to the nightstand, sighing, where a nice bottle of chilled ginger ale sat to soothe the lingering migraine. His desire to eat was just as powerful as his desire to just lie back down and do nothing all day. He already could smell the delicious smells of bacon and eggs, sausage, and pancakes, even the orange juice sans pulp. He could also scent the scent of Vienna, sensing her tension despite the countless other mouthwatering aromas, as if she were dreading something. He could also sense that strange, pink haired girl with the alluring pale green eyes he had noticed in the chaos of yesterday's party, as well as the tall, white-haired werewoman who Judah guessed, had given a helping hand towards his overall healing. He wondered why they hadn't gone back yet, a bit annoyed at all the newcomers, but then again, remembering the kindness they had both shown towards Vienna, Judah knew deep down she would need that comfort now.

He knew she had been coming the moment she had taken the first few steps upstairs. He could see the shadow of her great hulking figure outside the door, sensing a greater intensity of bacon, egg, sausage, and pancake, as if she had brought some food with her.

He eyed the door coldly, wondering if he should let her in. He glanced at his Star of David tattoo, reminded of his family, feeling that rush of homesickness. He glanced back at the door.

"Come in," he said, voice rough and low.


location: vienna's place, upstairs in his 'bedroom'
interacting w/: virtually no one, except for upcoming luna fang ( Rumble Fish )
mentions: viennetta fray ( sprouhtt ), lissa bowman ( apolla )


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[Rumble Fish]

Luna Fang
Interacting with: madame moiselle
Mentions: Nope​

Luna Fang was not sure what to expect from the man. He was hurt, so he could be aggressive. But he did not seem to be that kind of person. At least, that's what the human part of her brain was telling her, the wolf side -also the dominant side- told her to keep her guard up. At the man's gruff invitation to come in after he woke up, Luna Fang glanced around before walking in. The intense aromas of the food was annoying her greatly, as her stomach grumbled again as if her body was actually scolding her for not eating the food in front of her. And she did want it but she couldn't. She would just have to deal with it for now. Hopefully there would be more downstairs even though she ate probably a third of the amount herself.

Not quite sure what to do or say, she simply placed the plate on the small bedside table before sitting against the wall of the room, near the door. She still did not know if she would need a quick escape. However, the likelihood of the man attacking her was very slim. She could not take chances. While she sat there, in a semi-crouched position, she could not take her eye off of the plate despite putting it down. She looked at the man's face for a second before giving the plate a quick sideglance as if silently telling him to eat. But then her gaze went back to the plate. She took one hand and tried moving her hair a little so it would cover the scar running down the right side of her face. The were-woman had a collage of scars all over her body but at least they were hidden by her clothes, and if not her clothes than the white hair found on her body. Without breaking her gaze, she started plucking stray white hairs from her wrist, not aware she was doing it or feeling it. She knew she had to get a new razor to get rid of it all but right now she had to stay put and wait here... despite the mental torture of there being food she could not have and he was not touching.

 

[crossofjesus]

damien greene

It felt like sunlight was piercing through his eyes when he woke up, which made him suck the air through his teeth as he got up and almost blindly shut the curtains to mute the glow from the sun. He hadn't even remembered opening his curtains, to be honest. But judging by the headache that was rattling its way to his brain, told him that he obviously hadn't been sober last night. He really just hoped to god that he didn't say or do anything stupid. But judging by the fact that he woke up in his own bed, and he could see his pocket knives laying untouched on his dresser, he guessed that he'd learned to shut up just for that night. Thank god.

He slowly walked out of his bedroom and into his bathroom, turning on the shower because he had work today and he stunk like hell. Sure he was certain that he was known as a pretty greasy guy, especially at the workplace, embarrassingly enough, but for today he wanted some sense of dignity if he walked down the street to go grab himself cigarettes or booze.

He stripped his clothes off before stepping into the shower, beads of hot water fell down his body as he literally just stood and let the water hit his face, like rainfall, before grabbing apple-scented shampoo and washing his dark- almost matted locks. Luckily he hadn't quite gotten to the stage where all self care flew out the window, but he was slowly but surely getting close to becoming the human embodiment of an ogre. On the bright side, he chuckled at the thought of him being an orge.

After his shower, he wiped himself off with a towel that'd been hung up, before going into his bedroom and getting dressed. He didn't have work today, but it was cold out, and he felt like grabbing a coffee or at least leaving the house that day. So that's what he planned to do, tying the shoe laces into a double-knot on his Doc Martens before heading to the streets of Redwood, wind and rain hitting his face gently as he walked along the gravel towards a nearby coffee shop that he'd hope would be open.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers.

It felt like sunlight was piercing through his eyes when he woke up, which made him suck the air through his teeth as he got up and almost blindly shut the curtains to mute the glow from the sun. He hadn't even remembered opening his curtains, to be honest. But judging by the headache that was rattling its way to his brain, told him that he obviously hadn't been sober last night. He really just hoped to god that he didn't say or do anything stupid. But judging by the fact that he woke up in his own bed, and he could see his pocket knives laying untouched on his dresser, he guessed that he'd learned to shut up just for that night. Thank god.

He slowly walked out of his bedroom and into his bathroom, turning on the shower because he had work today and he stunk like hell. Sure he was certain that he was known as a pretty greasy guy, especially at the workplace, embarrassingly enough, but for today he wanted some sense of dignity if he walked down the street to go grab himself cigarettes or booze.

He stripped his clothes off before stepping into the shower, beads of hot water fell down his body as he literally just stood and let the water hit his face, like rainfall, before grabbing apple-scented shampoo and washing his dark- almost matted locks. Luckily he hadn't quite gotten to the stage where all self care flew out the window, but he was slowly but surely getting close to becoming the human embodiment of an ogre. On the bright side, he chuckled at the thought of him being an orge.

After his shower, he wiped himself off with a towel that'd been hung up, before going into his bedroom and getting dressed. He didn't have work today, but it was cold out, and he felt like grabbing a coffee or at least leaving the house that day. So that's what he planned to do, tying the shoe laces into a double-knot on his Doc Martens before heading to the streets of Redwood, wind and rain hitting his face gently as he walked along the gravel towards a nearby coffee shop that he'd hope would be open.

 

[beebim]

Kinsley Wright
Location: The Hospital Interactions: Open. Mentions: N/A


Four A.M.

Kinsley woke up with her head in the pillows and her arms situated awkwardly under her chest. She lifted herself up from the bed, groaned, blew hair from her face, rolled off the bed, and got herself ready for her Sunday morning shift. Her head was pounding from the night before, causing her to drop her head in her hands as she trailed to the bathroom, but a quick incantation under her breath seemed to solve the problem. With her head cleared, Kinsley was able to go on with her usual morning routine- the same set of scrubs, the same braided back hairstyle, the same breakfast of blended fruit and juice, the same everything.

She stared at the hall mirror for a few seconds of silence before heading out and driving to the only hospital in town while the rain poured down around her.

Six Thirty A.M.

Kinsley had her head glued to a clipboard as she quickly scribbled out several medication dosages for a patient and handed them to the nurse next to her. The nurse offered a thankful smile, yet Kinsley could only muster up a tired raise of her eyebrows as she left to continue on her tasks.

Seven Twenty-Five A.M.

Seeing as Redwood was not a large town, Kinsley would often see the same people walk into the hospital many times over. A majority of them were young humans, wide foolish grins on their faces as they were hauled in with a fractured rib or a broken collar bone. Those were easy to fix- Kinsley simply handed them off to another witch, an orthopedic, and went on to help re-do some inflected stitches.

Once she was done, Kinsley pealed off her seventh pair of disposable gloves that day and tossed them in the trash.

Eight A.M.

Gossip surrounding the events of the party was soon the only talk that Kinsley was hearing about. In fact, during the middle of an abdominal tap, Kinsley's assistant was chatting about the unexpected quarrel that happened the night before. The redhead was only vaguely listening, the majority of her awareness focused on her work.

"You know, I heard that the werewolf teared that vampire to shreds. There were guts and everything," the assistant, an young man fresh out of university named Richard, rambled on as he passed Kinsley a needle.

Kinsley glanced up as she took the needle, a small frown propped under her mask as she sterilized the syringe and began to insert it into the patient.

"You went to that party?" Kinsley asked absentmindessly as her attention was drawn to the procedure in front of her, "heard it was quite the turn out, almost all of Redwood attended."

"Yeah, it was..." Richard replied, "I swore I saw you at the party- you were hanging out with those two people. The uh, the pale chick and the bearded dude."

Kinsley didn't glance up this time and instead offered an offhanded smile.

"Must have been another ginger," she lied as she pulled the needle out and disposed of it. She didn't need any unwanted attention focused on her.

Eight Fifteen A.M.

A cup of hot coffee was graciously offered to Kinsley during her break, and the redhead sighed in contentment as she took a sip of the steaming beverage. Today was a normal day, and as several of Kinsley's co-workers pointed out, it wasn't even that busy. It seemed like the party last night really drained the energy out of the witch.

Kinsley lifted her head up from her cup and looked out the window as gentle rain pattered against the glass and thoughts of last nights events filled her mind.

She felt a sense of unease as she recalled the scenarios only hours before- nosy vampires and unusual tasks weren't the only thing to come out of that party. There was something off last night, though Kinsley was too drunk to take any consideration into it. The whole town seems to be a bit tense, as if it were constricted under something unwavering- Kinsley considered that maybe would explain the sudden lash out between the werewolf and vampire. Though, to be fair, vampires and werewolves would give any excuse to kill each other.

She wanted to say at least something to someone, but most of her friends were just going to misinterpret her words and exaggerate them to an amplified extent.

Or maybe she could visit the bar- the one that Adriana mentioned. She passed by that bar every day on her way to work. Maybe once her shift was over she could stop by and have a few drinks and voice her concerns about what happened.

With that settled, the witch set her cup down and glanced at the clock. She groaned.

Just a few more hours to go.

Spoiler: Outfit

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At Vienna's house (Technically her grandmothers)
Interaction w/: apolla (Lissa)
Mentioned: madame moiselle (Judah) & Rumble Fish (Luna)

Vienna was trying to keep her eyes dry from the tears that wanted to blur her vision. She honestly didn't know what to think, whether she should talk to him now, or later today? But then again, they were bound to run into each other, her house wasn't huge, so there weren't many rooms for her to run into. Vienna ran her hand through her semi-wet hair, and let out a soft trembling sigh. She carefully poured the the water into the flower pot that had a banana tree, and then she moved to the other bigger pots, and after, the succulent plants. She wondered what Judah was thinking as of now. She didn't allow him to ask her any questions last night, because she knew that he wouldn't listen to what she would say to him, nor would he understand the way she was feeling. Vienna last night, when she was done with the healing, she got up from where she was sitting near Judah and turned her back to him and left the room. She left the rest to the two ladies, in terms of helping him into bed. Vienna knew that Judah was still heated from last night, and she was fearful that he would transform into his other form. Vienna didn't want to take that chance, and besides that, she was thinking about how she wanted to start the conversation. Because, as said before, she would meet with him and there would probably be some tension.

When Vienna was done watering the plants, she saw that all the water was gone from the bucket, so she set the bucket in the corner of a room. Vienna walked over to the window and opened it up and looked outside. She let out a soft sigh when she watched the rain fall from the sky, the smell of the dirt filled her nose. She liked it when it would rain here in the forest, it was peaceful and serene. Everything was slightly still, it felt as if there was a pause in time whenever it rained here. Vienna leaned her body against the window sill, allowing the smell of rain to fill her nostrils and a light breeze to cool her down. Vienna heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned around, almost having a heart attack. But when she saw who it was, she put her hand on her chest as a sign of relief that it wasn't Judah. Having these two stay at her house, Luna and Lissa, was out of the norm. Nobody would sleep over here, except for Judah. Vienna tried her best to regain herself. "Oh..." Vienna looked to where the empty pitcher was and she looked back at Lissa. "...sorry, I'm actually done watering the plants." Vienna told her with a small genuine smile.

"Hey, I wanna apologize about last night. You probably have a thousand questions for me about what I did." Vienna said to her as she turned her back to Lissa and leaned against the window sill once more to look out. "I understand if you think I'm a freak or something," Vienna added. She tried her best to hold herself together, from thinking about what she did. Her grandmother always told her to never let anyone see her using her power. It was forbidden for Vienna to use it, unless it was really necessary. But Vienna made the choice in revealing herself to two strangers and to Judah, who wasn't pleased about it when he found out what she was.

Vienna held her position at the window sill, when she felt a small wave of a heat flash hit her. There went the dizziness again, but like always she shrugged it off. It was probably because she didn't eat anything since yesterday night and she used her power to heal Judah, which took most of her energy. She looked over her shoulder to see if Lissa was still there, and she was. "Did you eat anything yet? I made breakfast, you can help yourself." Vienna said calmly as she looked back out the window, watching as the rain hit the leaves on the tree violently.

 

[KingHalliwell]

Theo Prescott
Location: Starting at Home, then Adriana's Apartment
Mention: mian
Interaction:

Theo stepped out of the bathroom, toothbrush secured between his lips, as his phone dinged with a response from Adriana. He tapped the screen a few times and the message popped up. "Yeah. Where else would I be? Come on over." He shot off a quick confirmation message before walking back into the bathroom, stopping briefly to turn the volume up on his speakers as Save Tonight by Zayde Wolf filtered through them on one of his favorite songs. Music was one of the few things that helped Theo keep his head clear, and right now he had a lot on his mind and he only prayed that Adriana had some answers. As he walked out of the bathroom he walked over to his bed and slipped on his shirt, grabbing the jacket tossed over the back of his desk chair. He picked his phone up and sent a quick text to Adriana, I'm on my way, be there in 10.

"Melissa?" he asked into the house as he walked down the stairs, following the sound of the tv and turning into the living room finding his Aunt sitting on the couch watching HGTV. "I'm going over to a friends house before work, I'll be home late." He said, leaning over the back of the couch and giving her a kiss on her cheek. "Alright sweetie, see you tomorrow morning." She responded, giving him a wide smile.

Theo walked out of the living room and towards the front door, grabbing his keys and wallet from the bowl next to the door and slipping on his shoes. He opened the door and slipped out making his way to his car. Slipping in and starting the engine, heading towards Adriana's apartment. It wasn't a long drive but it gave Theo enough time to get his thoughts in order before he was at Adriana's. He had all of his questions organized by the time he was getting out of the car and knocking on Adriana's door.

Spoiler: Outfit

​

 

[madame moiselle]

Luna Fang
Interacting with: madame moiselle
Mentions: Nope​

Luna Fang was not sure what to expect from the man. He was hurt, so he could be aggressive. But he did not seem to be that kind of person. At least, that's what the human part of her brain was telling her, the wolf side -also the dominant side- told her to keep her guard up. At the man's gruff invitation to come in after he woke up, Luna Fang glanced around before walking in. The intense aromas of the food was annoying her greatly, as her stomach grumbled again as if her body was actually scolding her for not eating the food in front of her. And she did want it but she couldn't. She would just have to deal with it for now. Hopefully there would be more downstairs even though she ate probably a third of the amount herself.

Not quite sure what to do or say, she simply placed the plate on the small bedside table before sitting against the wall of the room, near the door. She still did not know if she would need a quick escape. However, the likelihood of the man attacking her was very slim. She could not take chances. While she sat there, in a semi-crouched position, she could not take her eye off of the plate despite putting it down. She looked at the man's face for a second before giving the plate a quick sideglance as if silently telling him to eat. But then her gaze went back to the plate. She took one hand and tried moving her hair a little so it would cover the scar running down the right side of her face. The were-woman had a collage of scars all over her body but at least they were hidden by her clothes, and if not her clothes than the white hair found on her body. Without breaking her gaze, she started plucking stray white hairs from her wrist, not aware she was doing it or feeling it. She knew she had to get a new razor to get rid of it all but right now she had to stay put and wait here... despite the mental torture of there being food she could not have and he was not touching.

Judah Brankovich

wolves are just women who fell in love with the moon instead of men. unknown

He watched as the girl placed a plateful of bacon, egg, pancake, and sausage on the night table beside him, his stomach beginning to growl at the prospect of food. He glanced at her, surprised at her unexpected kindness. She had leaned against the wall near the door, crouching down, watching him silently, as if urging him to take the plate. He gave her a curious glance before reaching for the plate and placing it on the bed, eyeing it hungrily. He glanced at her once again, giving her a quick checkout, noticing her rather unkempt appearance. Shaggy, white blonde hairand clothes, and not only on her head---it seemed she had a sheen of it all over her body as well. He noticed a jagged scar running across the right side of her sharp-featured visage, making him immediately wonder where she'd gotten it from. Then, with a wolfish sense of precaution, it made him wonder what her story was.

The food got his attention again though, before he could question anything else. He hadn't eaten since yesterday's early afternoon---he was absolutely famished.

Forgetting any and all manners, his predatory hunger taking over, he began to wolf down, eating rather messily, lapping it up like a wolf would, almost forgetting that the werewoman was there watching him, her gaze telling the same hunger. Judah glanced at her once, twice, realizing what he must be looking like; face and fingers dressed in grease, bits n' pieces sprinkled around his mouth, scattered on the bed as well, no doubt. He noticed her hungry, puppy-dog eye as well, staring at him as he ate, absent-mindedly plucking hairs from her wrist. He paused, looking at her, glanced at the food, then back at her. He opened his mouth, his voice muffled with all the food in it still.

"Uh--do yo wan sum?"


location: vienna's place, upstairs in his 'bedroom', eating like a pig
interacting w/: luna fang ( Rumble Fish )
mentions: viennetta fray ( sprouhtt ), lissa bowman ( apolla )​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Luna Fang
Interacting with: madame moiselle
Mentions: NA
Luna Fang did not break her gaze from the food, she wanted to have a better look at the man who was eating as if he hadn't for days. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos, that was all she gathered of him so far. She sensed that he was looking her over. Was he sizing her up or something? Either way, she was still very distracted by the food. She knew she should ask if he was alright and how he was feeling. Luna Fang tried to ignore her hunger but it was impossible.

The sound of the man's voice broke her concentration, looking towards him with a sudden alertness. Some of the hair around her ears moved, exposing the fact the tips of her ears were slightly pointed. She looked towards the food again before glancing back at him as he seemed to offer her some. She moved forward a little in enthusiasm but stopped herself almost instantly. No, she had to control her urges. He needed to eat more than she did, despite her stomach growling in protest. "...No." She answered in her usual blunt manner before sitting back against the wall. The smell was still bothering her terribly, she needed some kind of relief. She went to the window to pull it open to let in some fresh air. She could smell the damp grass, the bark and the dirt from the rain. The woods was cast in a thin mist of rain. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent before looking around the small room again with its four walls. She lost her stoic face for a moment as she looked around, her eyebrows drooping slightly. She really did not want to be here. She did not want to be in this city. And she certainly did not like being in a small room like this. It reminded her too much of a cage. After a while, Luna Fang simply shook her head and regained her usual composure. She had to focus on this thing right now.

With a grunt, she sat back down against the wall, facing the man as he ate. She broke her gaze from the food he was eating to look at the man's face. She avoided looking him in the eye, so she tried to focus on his nose instead. "...Your name?" she asked, her black brows raising slightly as she asked. If she was going to sit in here, she might as well ask.​

 

[viridity]

⏤ veronica devereaux.
outfit ;;i.
where ;; home.
with ;; open for interaction.
tags ;; n/a

"veronica, come here child."the young girl peered over the stair railing, her mother and father stood in the entrance with a man dressed in white idly stood in the middle. veronica slowly went down the staircase, her eyes studying the three adults in the hallway while her hand trailed around the spiralling wood railing. her father only grinned at her while her mother idly picked at her nails, "what is going on, father?" the girl squeaked, stopping in front of the three adults with a confused look etched onto her fair face. veronica felt the strange man's eyes studying her up and down, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in her stomach. "veronica," her father purred as his hand pushed his daughter closer towards the man, "this is william, and he's going to make you very happy."

veronica woke up from her vision with a fright. ever since the party, veronica couldn't have her favourite drink, blood and whiskey, without her clairvoyance triggered. it had been centuries since veronica used her power and ever since then, veronica had been suffering from flashback triggered by the most simple objects and things. her pale hands wrapped around a mug filled with coffee, warming her dead body as veronica gazed outside, noticing how grey and gloomy the town looked which felt fitting with the gross feeling of doubt that blurred her concentration. she shouldn’t have gone to that party, especially with the big bad wolf being there as well.

veronica placed her cup onto the counter with a loud sigh, “what to do on this dull day?” she murmured to herself as her sharp nails drummed against the marble surface. she hadn’t explored that much of the town ever since she arrived, except when she ventured out to parties late at night to feed. she quickly dressed herself into fashionable yet warm clothes, swiftly grabbing a umbrella and slipping her dark sunglasses over her eyes before heading outside. veronica paused at her car, pondering for a few seconds before decided on enjoying a walk into town instead.

 

[idalie]

Mortimer Briarwood
Location: Home
Interacting w/: n/a
Mentioned: n/a​

"Papa, papa! Watch me jump!" The child atop the chestnut stallion called, hair black and eyes brown; a mirror image of his father who stood across the way on the lawns. Mortimer's eyes drew upwards in a stern, albeit loving manner. "Thomas, I've told you before and I'll tell you again, no jumping. Not till next year." Thumb tucked into the belt about his waist, discussing something with a nearby landscaper, Briarwood turned his back to the scowling boy for but a moment before Thomas kicked his heels into the beast's sides to spur it onwards. "I've been watching the boys in the village, I can do it! Watch me jump!" Mortimer didn't hear. The words whistling by his ear in discussion over the border flowers. "...Lilies are too macabre--"

Thomas threw the horse into a gallop, waving one hand madly at his father. "Papa! Papa!" The Lord swivelled about anger darkening his expression and then sudden, indescribable fear "What have I -- THOMAS, -- NO, THOMAS --" The horse leapt up across the obstacle of the small nearby fence, yet it's small rider's hands were too busy waving. Thomas tumbled off the saddle, down behind the animal as a hoof struck out. The skull shattering on impact, leaving the unnatural dent where his temple should've been. "THOMAS!" Briarwood ran, his legs tireless, his heart pounding. "THOMAS --" Arms scooped up the boy, arms which had held him moments from the womb. Arms which had served to protect. Blood and bone. Too much blood. Too much bone. That pleasant, pale face, crumpled and crushed. Mortimer's tears spilt unknowingly, diluting the crimson into rosy streaks. "Thomas, Thomas, my Thomas. My boy--" He heaved and rocked, to the still spasming, warm corpse in his embrace. Eye pushed back into the socket accompanied by rattling wheezes and shaking. Shaking whilst his accusing, brown irises stared up. Glassy and unseeing. "Thomas. My boy."

Eleanor came minutes later, rounded with pregnancy of a second child, and another doomed to die before their time. "Mortimer - Thomas?!" He twisted his head to gaze over a shoulder, skin tainted with his lips pressed against their son's cooling forehead. "I told him, I told him. I should've been watching. Eleanor -- Eleanor --"

There’s a bed for the boy and a rope for the father
Both orphaned by heaven, where no child's spared.
To who will your little son pray?
​

Mortimer awoke with a start, gasping like he'd broken the surface of water. Touching the wetness of his eyes, the Vampire pulled his fingertips away to see blood. He'd been crying. Glancing down at himself, he noted the disarray of his clothes, including the large gashes still stained with drying crimson. "Ruined." He tutted, swinging his feet over the side of the bed whilst trying to purge his mind of the dream. Images lingering, burnt into his subconscious. Briarwood put his head in his hands and fell silent for a good ten minutes before he managed to get up, plucking a simple set of shirt and trousers from his dresser and making a beeline for the shower. When he felt clean enough at long last, Mortimer dried himself down and dressed.

First on his agenda, was preferably something to eat. He hadn't had a meal in what seemed like days, alas, the only thing left in the fridge was a singular pack of what he was fairly certain had to be pig's blood. Nobody ever said being a Vampire was glamorous. Thus, with what would have to substitute as breakfast and a cup of bitter tea to wash it down, he was as ready as he'd ever be. Briarwood popped out to the council offices file in some presentations over historical preservation and left before he was cornered by the beast known as 'Sharon' on the school board who never seemed to leave. Yet since the divorce to her husband, she had nothing else to do -- and a middle-aged, bob-cut woman in smart clothes who demanded to see the manager was enough to scare even a creature of the night.

Returning home, the Vampire found himself in comfort amongst one of his favourite, mind-dulling activities which he'd promised himself to complete. Re-organising his books. Mortimer's home always had that particular scent of new and old paper, the whiff of printed words, wood polish, and a warm hint of sandalwood in combination with his cologne. Persian carpets and boarded floors matched walls of white paint and red-print wallpaper. Tomes, novels and undefinable stacks of manuals lined shelves and lay about in strategic places such as beside the bottom of the sofa, or on a windowsill. Altogether, it was like a small Kingdom of knowledge and signified a reclusive nature. This wasn't the sort of man who generally got into fights -- perhaps why he hid himself in council business and behind titles. As a rule, Briarwood didn't do much else but a comfortable routine, pursuing the school of thought that was simplicity can fulfil.

Briarwood mindlessly adjusted a picture frame, gazing at the black and white image. He'd already faded by the time it was taken, too faint to see anyhow. Yet the faces hadn't aged a day. He wondered what they looked like now; bones filled with writhing critters, pushing their way up through the flesh till nothing remained. Dust to dust.

 

[apolla]

Lissa

Lissa's fingers fell from the plant as Vienna turned around, obviously a bit startled at Lissa's approach. Flashing her a slightly apologetic smile, she took a few steps into the kitchen, her eyes falling on the food again. Her stomach gave a tiny grumble then, and she realized that she was hungry-- she just had so much else on her mind that hunger wasn't even close to the top of her list. Still, she sank down into one of the seats, eyeing the sausage carefully. It looked and smelled amazing, but there were more important things to worry about.

Vienna spoke, apologizing for what she'd done. Her own expression growing concerned, Lissa shook her head. "Why are you apologizing? You saved him." She asked, rising from the seat she'd just occupied, moving around to Vienna's side of the table. A pretty blonde cheerleader popped into Lissa's mind, but she angrily pushed her image away. This wasn't about Lissa's past, it was about everyone's present. Vienna turned back to the window, and Lissa knew it was now or never.

"You're not a freak." Her voice was softer now, but no less genuine. "I... I'm a witch, too." Her spoken confession broke as she uttered it, the words foreign on her tongue. "I can see the future. I don't need a crystal ball or anything, though that'd be interesting." She laughed then, a wry sound compared to how she'd been speaking before. "I get visions. Of the future. And I had one, yesterday when we met. Well, I was unconscious. But, uh..." She wrung her fingers together, casting a glance over her shoulder. The other two must still be upstairs.

Turning back to Vienna, Lissa let out a sharp breath. "You were in my vision yesterday. You're in danger, and your friend... your friend is going to try and protect you, but I don't know if it's going to be enough."

Location: Vienna's grandmothers house, kitchen

Interacting With: Vienna ( sprouhtt );

Mentions: Judah ( madame moiselle ); Luna ( Rumble Fish )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Code by apolla

 

[madame moiselle]

Luna Fang
Interacting with: madame moiselle
Mentions: NA
Luna Fang did not break her gaze from the food, she wanted to have a better look at the man who was eating as if he hadn't for days. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos, that was all she gathered of him so far. She sensed that he was looking her over. Was he sizing her up or something? Either way, she was still very distracted by the food. She knew she should ask if he was alright and how he was feeling. Luna Fang tried to ignore her hunger but it was impossible.

The sound of the man's voice broke her concentration, looking towards him with a sudden alertness. Some of the hair around her ears moved, exposing the fact the tips of her ears were slightly pointed. She looked towards the food again before glancing back at him as he seemed to offer her some. She moved forward a little in enthusiasm but stopped herself almost instantly. No, she had to control her urges. He needed to eat more than she did, despite her stomach growling in protest. "...No." She answered in her usual blunt manner before sitting back against the wall. The smell was still bothering her terribly, she needed some kind of relief. She went to the window to pull it open to let in some fresh air. She could smell the damp grass, the bark and the dirt from the rain. The woods was cast in a thin mist of rain. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent before looking around the small room again with its four walls. She lost her stoic face for a moment as she looked around, her eyebrows drooping slightly. She really did not want to be here. She did not want to be in this city. And she certainly did not like being in a small room like this. It reminded her too much of a cage. After a while, Luna Fang simply shook her head and regained her usual composure. She had to focus on this thing right now.

With a grunt, she sat back down against the wall, facing the man as he ate. She broke her gaze from the food he was eating to look at the man's face. She avoided looking him in the eye, so she tried to focus on his nose instead. "...Your name?" she asked, her black brows raising slightly as she asked. If she was going to sit in here, she might as well ask.​

Judah Brankovich

is that friendship i smell in the air? wait---nope; that's just bacon. what i think this situation literally is

Judah watched her as she leaned forward, enticed by his offer, almost acting like any pet would. She was strange---Judah chewed the rest of the bacon, eyeing her curiously as she resisted the temptation, replying with a low, stoic no at his offer. Then, pushed by the desire for fresh air, she walked over to the window, unlatching it to let the fresh, damp city air in. Immediately Judah's nose twitched at all the new smells and sounds; the low rumble of cars, a dog barking in the neighborhood somewhere, but compared to gigantic, bustling cities like NYC or L.A, this was nothing. Judah remembered the trouble he had getting his brain wired to accommodate the constant flood of scents and sounds the first time he began to visit the big cities; sometimes he'd never get any sleep most nights. That was the price of being a hypersensitive creature---but as the decades past, he grew to tolerate it.
But Judah knew nothing, nothing ever beat those serene walks he'd have in the woods of Redwood, sometimes with his family, all clad in werewolf forms, most of the time alone. He glanced away. It made him miss them all the more, and made the guilt ten times more potent. He looked back at the werewoman, seeing her discomfort, as if she didn't want to be here. Not only in this room, but in this town---as if she too longed the freedom of the forest. Her posture was slumped---then, as if realizing her brooding, she straightened again, grunting in disapproval and sat back against the wall again and stared at him again with that unnerving, alluring pale blue gaze of hers.

Judah eyed her as well with his own shady blue eyes as he ate. This was a strange interaction, yes, but Judah was more intrigued than disconcerted by it. This girl was like none he's ever seen or met. Yes, she was werewolf, but there was something more wild about her, more raw, more earthly. Judah was always raised in between both worlds---human and wolf. He knew both sides very well, but it seemed this girl knew nothing of her human side, or what being human actually meant. And it was hard, balancing both sides---you never knew which side were you more; human, or wolf?

And yes, Judah was a lone wolf. If he was ever given the option ever again between pack and loner, then he'd choose the latter. But...
It was nice to have allies.
"Judah," he answered. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should add in his last name. The Brankovichs were a very well known name and one to be feared, for sure, but that was more than a century ago. Maybe more, who knew? Surely she wouldn't know.
"Judah Brankovich," he added in, shifting the plate out of the way, getting out of the bed. At the sudden moves, his head began to pound, so he took a big sip of ginger ale, taking a moment to neutralize the buildup of bubbles as they passed through his throat, his curled fist on his mouth. He put the bottle back down, sitting at the edge of the bed, glancing at her.
"You?" He looked over at the open window, adding, hesitating slightly, feeling a bit more energized. He too felt a little claustrophobic, being in a tight space for so long. "Oh, and...if you want, we could---y'know," He gestured to the window, shrugging. "Go outside."

He knew maybe it wasn't the best idea. After last night, people might recognize him, though he couldn't really blame them---he was quite the sight; tattoos and all. But he felt that itch to go outside, to stop moping around, to get moving. He wanted to get to know this strange werewolf girl as well. Maybe it was her intriguing character, maybe it was the fact that she was another werewolf, or maybe it was just because he needed someone to talk to, even though this one seemed like she didn't talk very much at all. With the whole situation with Vienna, the lingering one with Veronica at the back of his mind as well, maybe talking wasn't what he needed, but a listening ear. Who knew? He gazed at her, awaiting her response.


location: vienna's place, upstairs
interacting w/: luna fang ( Rumble Fish )
mentions: viennetta fray ( sprouhtt ), lissa bowman ( apolla )





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[Rumble Fish]

Luna Fang
Mentions: sprouhtt apolla
Interacting with: madame moiselle
Luna Fang kept very quiet as she simply gazed at him, rubbing her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do was disrupt the man while he ate. She wondered if she should leave, but her instincts told her not to and to stay put. She could not help but think back to when she was young and watched a neighbouring pack set out for a hunt. The elders led the pack, setting the pace with the mothers, cubs and vulnerable members in the middle, where it was safe for them. They cared for the more vulnerable members of the pack. And it was that lesson that stuck with Luna more than anything.

She looked away from the bacon to turn to the man, looking at his face as he responded to her request for his name. He seemed hesitant to say his second name. Luna Fang was always confused by the fact humans had two names. Her mother and father only had the one name. So did every other animal she knew. Granted when introducing themselves they would state the place where they live. Such as how her mother, Amadahy would introduce herself as 'Amadahy from the Makenzie River'. So... how was she going to respond to this? Say her name and state where she lived? Or just the name? She didn't have a surname. Wait so... 'Fang' would technically be her surname? This made no sense... She had come up with a 'human' name to give people who had asked; Martha Collins. But what was the point in using the fake name? She had seen how he looked at her. He knew fine well what she was. There was no point in trying to hide it.

"Luna Fang." she answered him after a while, "...That's it. No second name." She added, blinking slowly as she watched him. He suddenly seemed to perk up, making her blink several times at a faster rate in surprise. He then asked if she wanted to go outside. Luna Fang lowered her thick and black eyebrows as she pondered. She did indeed want to go outside, but was that a good idea? After what had happened the night before, the humans were sure to notice him. Despite what she did to that one man's phone to prevent filming, she was certain there were others and the footage was most likely spread now. But still... if he wanted to go outside then who was she to stop him? He seemed eager to.

"Um." She huffed heavily, deciding to go along with it, "If you feel well." she said, standing up. She looked around before turning her gaze back to the man. She flicked her head to the side as she thought she could hear the two women talking downstairs. She could not quite make out what it was they were talking about but she mostly had to focus on Judah. She was still curious about him. Not that she was any good at showing it of course.​

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At Vienna's house (Technically her grandmothers)
Interaction w/: apolla (Lissa)
Mentioned: madame moiselle (Judah) & Rumble Fish (Luna)

Vienna almost stopped breathing when she heard Lissa mention that she was a witch. Vienna didn't know what to say, she turned to face Lissa and her mouth was left agape. "Are you serious? You're not joking right?" Vienna asked her as she looked at her with so much surprise and a little happiness inside of her. Vienna had never met another witch except for her grandmother. Her grandmother wanted to keep it that way. Her grandmother told her that she didn't want her socializing with the other witches because they meant to harm Vienna. Which is why her grandmother casted a spell over Vienna to make it hard to detect her, but even spells have their loophole. The spell will only work if Vienna doesn't use her power, but since she used only a fraction of it, it meant that she gave off her position and sooner then later, they would come looking for her. Vienna felt afraid, which is why she didn't fully trust Lissa all that much. What if Lissa was helping the witches in all of this? What if she took Vienna to the witches? But then again, Vienna thought about it and knew that all those allegations weren't true because Lissa was telling her about how she was in danger and that she had a protector of somesort; which was probably Judah. Vienna didn't know what to believe, so she only believed a fraction of it, even though deep down she knew it was true.

"Ive been in danger my whole entire life Lissa, I know the dangers and the risks already." Vienna told her. She had enough lectures from her grandmother telling her of what was to come if she didn't watch out and follow her grandmothers every step. Vienna turned to the table and walked over, grabbing a plate for Lissa and handing it to her, "Please...help yourself. You've done enough for me, and this is a small way of me thanking the both of you." Vienna told her with yet another genuine smile. Vienna also liked to cook whenever she was stressed out, she cooked, just to drown her sorrows. The girl can cook a meal to feed a whole army of people. Vienna walked over to the fridge and took out a water bottle and twisted the cap off, she began to drank the water slowly. "Judah doesn't think it was great that I saved him, I mean how could he? I kept this secret from him for so long," Vienna told Lissa when Vienna stopped for a moment from drinking her water, but it seemed as if she was talking to herself. She put the cap back on and wiped the corner of her lips as she made her way back to the window sill. "Also, don't mention that you're a witch to Judah. We've already got enough drama going on for one day, I don't want him to have a hemorrhage or go all wolf on you." Vienna said as she let out a soft chuckle at the last two parts. Vienna liked Lissa, she seemed like an honest girl and it was nice to have a friend that wasn't just Judah. A friend? Vienna was thinking of Lissa as a friend? How interesting.

 

[crossofjesus]

damien greene

Damien chewed on the inside of his cheek, waiting to be served so he could by some cigarettes from this 7/11. He wasn't quite sure what his objective would be today, but he figured that getting out of his house was an achievement in it's own, whether he would interact with others was certainly debatable. As he didn't feel he was the most approachable guy, nor did he actually want to spike some form of conversation with a random stranger. Finally, he was served, buying a packet of Winfield Blues and heading out the store.

He decided he'd sit at a park under a shaded area where he hopefully wouldn't get soaked with rain. He pulled out a small notepad that was sitting in the breast pocket of his trench coat, a pen in another pocket as he started sketching- nothing, really. Though he ended up turning his swirls into a face with the red ballpoint pen, the scratching noise against the lined paper accompanied with the patter of rain against the grass, concrete, and wooden structure above him. His thoughts though were interruppted when a large droplet fell on the drawing, making the paper inky, but not completely ruining his scribble. He sighs, rolling his eyes and moving over to prevent any more mishaps.

(OPEN TO INTERACTION!!)

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

Damien chewed on the inside of his cheek, waiting to be served so he could by some cigarettes from this 7/11. He wasn't quite sure what his objective would be today, but he figured that getting out of his house was an achievement in it's own, whether he would interact with others was certainly debatable. As he didn't feel he was the most approachable guy, nor did he actually want to spike some form of conversation with a random stranger. Finally, he was served, buying a packet of Winfield Blues and heading out the store.

He decided he'd sit at a park under a shaded area where he hopefully wouldn't get soaked with rain. He pulled out a small notepad that was sitting in the breast pocket of his trench coat, a pen in another pocket as he started sketching- nothing, really. Though he ended up turning his swirls into a face with the red ballpoint pen, the scratching noise against the lined paper accompanied with the patter of rain against the grass, concrete, and wooden structure above him. His thoughts though were interruppted when a large droplet fell on the drawing, making the paper inky, but not completely ruining his scribble. He sighs, rolling his eyes and moving over to prevent any more mishaps.

(OPEN TO INTERACTION!!)

 

[apolla]

Lissa

Lissa wasn't sure what kind of reaction she was expecting from the girl, but she wasn't expecting Vienna to turn around and ask if she was joking. The surprise on her face was obvious, but Lissa thought she saw a hint of happiness in her gaze, too. Having never actually met another witch herself until now, Lissa couldn't help but feel a little jitter of happiness inside too. It was nice knowing that you weren't alone, that there were others like you. And it was different knowing of them, and actually knowing one.

She could tell Vienna was thinking, and if Lissa were in her position, she would probably be doing the same. Who in this world could you be sure to trust? She could tell her all day long to trust her, but in the end... isn't that what the bad guy says too? Lissa made sure to remain still while Vienna contemplated how to feel, not wanting to scare her or anything. She did offer her a small smile, and sighed with relief when she finally spoke and her words weren't laced with venom or hatred.

"I know, but..." Lissa watched her walk towards her and grab a plate. Vienna held it out to her and she took it, sinking back into the seat. She finally started putting things on the plate, listening to the other witch talk about Judah. "But didn't he... keep something from you? I mean, unless you knew he transformed into a wolf. Though judging by the look on your face when it happened, you didn't." Taking a bite of bacon, she settled back in the seat, relishing in how good it tasted.

"I won't tell him." She replied, resting her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. "Listen, my visions are... well, they're normally right. I don't know how you've protected yourself before now, but... something is coming. Something bad. With you being a halfling... well, that was in my vision. That you were important because of that." Feeling uneasy again, not wanting to upset her, she sighed. Standing again, Lissa glanced towards the door. "I need to get my car and change my clothes, but I was going to ask if it were okay if I came back?"

Location: Vienna's grandmother's house, kitchen

Interacting with: Vienna ( sprouhtt )

Mentions: Judah ( madame moiselle ); Luna ( Rumble Fish )

Spoiler: Current Outfit

Code by apolla

 

[Rumble Fish]

Luna Fang
Interacting with: sprouhtt apolla (open to interaction)
Mentions: madame moiselle ​

Judah had fallen asleep before the pair could leave, leaving Luna Fang stuck on what to do now. She didn't want to disturb him while he had to rest. But at the same time she felt very uncomfortable speaking to the other women she was with. She didn't even know their names. Or maybe they told her and she just was not listening. She guessed she could simply step outside and let her head clear after getting bombarded with everything yesterday. She needed a few moments alone. Getting up, she simply left the room, shutting the door softly behind her.

Before going outside, she decided that she could not cope with the persistent grumbling from her stomach any longer so made her way into the kitchen. But what she had not realized was that she was too tall to simply walk through the door, leading her to walk into the beam across the top, hitting her right across the forehead and above her eyes. While most would have yelled at the sudden pain, Luna could only let out a dull grunt as she shook her head slightly before regaining her composure. She stopped as she saw the two girls sitting there. The were-woman looked at the pair of them with her intense and icy blue eyes. While she was not showing it, inside her thoughts were an extreme muddle. What was she supposed to do? This was really out of her comfort zone. Silently, she sat at the table simply listening to the two as they spoke while she took more bacon and sausage. She had to fight against her urge to simply wolf it all down. The last thing she wanted was for them to know she was also a Werewolf.... or was she a Were-human?" No that wasn't right, "were" meant "man" that's what Lazarus had told her. Then again she was not like other Werewolves. She knew that just by looking at the differences between her and Judah. Then again all she knew was that she was born under strange circumstances. Even for her kind.

Ignoring those thoughts, for now, Luna started eating. She ate slowly and covered her mouth with the back of her hand to avoid the women seeing her teeth. She had always hated her teeth. They were ridiculous. Her tongue was scarred by the number of times she had accidentally cut it when eating or speaking. She knew she was eating a lot but frankly, she did not care. Even when she started feeling full, it didn't matter. It was only after a while the woman finally stopped. There was still food there but she could not help but be cautious. They were probably looking at her like she was some kind of freak. Wouldn't be the first time. Clearing her throat, Luna stood up and looked at the pair. "Goin' outside." She grunted in her usual low and stoic tone. Not that they had heard her speak before. Without waiting to listen to their responses, Luna left the kitchen.

Luna Fang had to stoop to avoid her head hitting the beam above the front door, looking out of it. Sure it was raining, but she did not care. She liked the rain. She looked upward at the sky, seeing it was still fairly dark from the clouds. It looked like there was a storm coming. She could feel it. But for now she just wanted to be outside, not cooped up in that house. Rooting around her pocket, she brought out a cigarette and lighter. Luna Fang did not smoke much, but in a sense, she felt as though it would help clear her thoughts. Lighting it, she took a drag from it before putting it back in her mouth to hold it. Her stomach groaned from the weight of the food she had consumed, making her feel slightly ill. Being outside and in the fresh air helped that though. Breathing heavily, Luna slowly started recounting everything that had happened the night before. She should have just gone home...

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: At Vienna's house (Technically her grandmothers)
Interaction w/: apolla (Lissa), & Rumble Fish (Luna)
Mentioned: madame moiselle (Judah)

Vienna watched as she began to add things to her plate, she was very happy to see that Lissa was going to eat the breakfast that she had made. Vienna just didn't know how to feel about anything really. She now knew that Judah was a werewolf, considering that last night he transformed into a werewolf in front of her. It was the most shocking scene she had ever seen, and it hit her hard because she always thought that the two of them were close. Also, she felt as if she was finally close to Judah, but she knew that he was hiding a lot of things throughout the year. Vienna just didn't want to ask him. Vienna looked around, before she began to bite the corner of her lip, turning her natural light pink lips, red. Vienna bites her lip when she is nervous or at unease. She knew that everything Lissa was saying was true and that she was in trouble, she just didn't want to fully believe it.

But even Vienna was tired of running, but she is even more afraid of being in plain sight. "I know...I just don't want to be sucked into a whole other life. My past is the reason why I don't want any part of the supernatural world. But I guess I shouldn't hide it anymore," Vienna said to Lissa. A moment later, she heard Lissa saying something about leaving, but coming back later to talk. "Sure, go ahead." Vienna said with a smile as she ran her hand through her hair.

Vienna saw that a new comer had joined them, Luna. She was a strange girl, and yet again, Vienna has never seen her before. Vienna didn't get out that much. She let out a soft chuckle when she saw how quick Luna was eating. "Slow down, you'll get a stomach ache." Vienna told her as Vienna took a sip from her water bottle. "I'm glad that someone likes my cooking," Vienna said, referring to the way that Luna was eating. But before Vienna could get another word in, Luna had gotten up and made her way to the doorway. Vienna guessed that she would just talk to her later, Vienna knew that everyone in this house was probably worried, freaked, stressed, and under a lot of pressure of the scene that they had watched unfold in front of them.

 

[idalie]

Keziah Iscariot "The Undertaker"
Location: Funeral Directory - Vienna's House
Interacting w/: Rumble Fish
Mentioned: sprouhtt apolla madame moiselle ​

Everything had been relatively quiet before the party thrown at the Vampires manor, Keziah keeping tabs on the events which transpired as per the instruction of his superiors. Since arriving he'd been an infamously recognisable figure, leading the occasional hearse down the street with the swing of his cane in a funeral procession or aiding to lower the caskets down into the damp, cold earth. A long black overcoat sweeping the backs of his legs, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind as it tailed after him; tophat drawn just slightly lower than it should've been, concealing his eyes. You could always find him in the graveyard or the funeral directory, keeping to himself which was a relief for creatures who resided in Redwood. An Undertaker of his sort was always a bad omen.

He bowed in the directory's chapel, drawing a cross up from chest to forehead, then shoulder to shoulder, uttering quietly "Forgive me father," Moments prior to stepping back and taking one of the sleek company cars to search for the culprits which caused the uproar last night. A boy revealing himself as a werewolf and a vampire willing to fight was the sorts of people to be carefully watched; incidents that had such lack of control to the centre of them were causes of concern to those who had promised to safeguard these communities. Albeit, safeguard at a price of being despised and feared for the rest of their days. It's what you got for making deals with demons and hags.

It took the rest of the morning to be able to track down the wolf first of all, easier said than done until they mentioned the girl he was often seen with. Viennetta Fray, the name was familiar, Keziah making the connection it was also the same girl whose grandmother, a witch, owned the local herb shop. Threatening and bribing the Undertaker was able to locate her home address and set off at once. The quicker he found the wolf, the easier it would be. A short drive from town and Iscariot pulled up nearby to walk, boots leaving heavy imprints in the grass as rain pitter-patted on his broad-shouldered frame.

Outside the house, stood a white-haired woman of considerable height, cigarette between her lips and evidently in thought. Keziah drew closer till he paused a little ways from her. "Is this the Fray household?" His voice was clear and firm, yet rolled like thunder in his chest with a delightful gruff quality. His gaze flickered back to the building, "They called for an Undertaker." He lied through his teeth, moving forward again till he was shoulder to shoulder with Luna in passing. He had the passive ability to know if someone was inhuman or not, alas, he merely didn't know what type. The platinum-haired female by best guess was also a wolf, due to her stature and shifty eyes. He paused and leaned in slightly, "I should like to speak to everybody inside, would you mind returning?"