Realistic or Modern Goodnight Moon - A Werewolf/Vampire RP ~In-Character Thread~

[MadiRaiCat]

The sun began to set over the ocean in Moonlight, Oregon, the sky a beautiful mix of lilacs, pinks, and oranges. The indigo water glistened as the waves gently washed against the soft sand. A long pier jutted out over the water, filled with the sounds of laughter and happy chatter. The Moonlight History Festival was in full swing, crowding the pier with most of the town's population. Bright colorful lights flickered, outlining a tall yet romantic Ferris wheel, a rollercoaster so fast that people couldn't help but scream with joy, and a traditional carousel full of plastic animals in decorative costumes.

Down the center of the pier before reaching the rides, children ran around, begging their parents for any of the greasy yet delicious food sold by the vendors. The smells of hot fudge and fried dough filled the air around a gourmet funnel cake stand as a man happily walked away with a treat topped with strawberries, caramel, and whipped cream. A new couple blushed shyly as they shared the multicolored cotton candy cone artistically shaped into a flower. A grey-haired man bought two foot-long corn dogs, one with mustard for himself and one with ketchup for his wife of 50 years.

A loud pop filled the air as a dart met its target in a hot pink balloon pinned to a cork board. The teenager who through it scoffed nonchalantly, but deep down was hiding the excitement of winning a teddy bear prize for his date. A group of college friends who had a few too many beers tried to lob small rings around the too-big mouths of milk bottles, loudly laughing and jabbing at one another when no one could seem to win. Maybe it was because they were drunk, maybe because the game was rigged. Either way, the friends were having a good time.

What seemed like a normal town carnival actually celebrated a rather complicated story. Unknown to the innocent people, the inhuman walked among them at that carnival. Vampires with pale skin and bright eyes, werewolves with hidden claws, two seemingly mythical groups that had originally settled the town centuries before. The history festival was a celebration of that time, but the annual re-enactment still left out the most important secret: Moonlight, Oregon wasn't a normal town. The supernatural hid within it.

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[Nightblade]

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The festival was in full swing and Matt was almost as excited as Ethan, Working and barely getting by it was not often that Matt could spoil Ethan. Walking through the entrance of the festival, Matt grinned down at Ethan and asked what he wanted to do first, the ferris wheel, the bumper cars. Ethan smiled asking could they get food first. With a nod Matt turned to where the food stalls were before Ethan, in his excitement darted over.

Matt shouted out for Ethan to come back before taking off after him. Panic and worry running rampant as he was barely able to see the blonde curls of his sons hair as he went running ahead.

Ethan was excited cause he wanted a hot dog, Since daddy was letting him get one Ethan wanted to find the biggest one. Not looking where he was going he ran into someone. Falling on his behind with an oof, he looked up scared that he was going to be in trouble. He looked around for his dad but could not see him anywhere until Matt arrived.

Seeing what happened, Matt picked Ethan up and gave a small lecture about not running away and telling Ethan to apologise to the man.
Ethan looked from where he was acting shy mumbling a small but quiet apology.

With a slight blush Matt spoke "I'm sorry, he got excited and before I knew what happened he took off like a track runner"

Mentions: Azure-Smiley :Eric

 

[Azure-Smiley]

Eric 'Abel' Black​

Location: Pier
Mood: At Ease
Interactions: Ethan & Matt
Tags: Nightblade

Festivals are sort of like holidays are they not? Eric loved holidays and this was the perfect opportunity to indulge in some of the most disgustingly unhealthy and entirely authentic festival foods. Hopefully, that included the ever infamous 'deep fried butter'. Gross, perfect. Eric had a reluctant tolerance for large groups of people, it wasn't the number of people that he found the most troubling. Instead, it was the level of stupidity large groups of people had the tendency to reach after a long day of celebration, food, and drink. Tempers can run high. Eric enjoyed his unseemly brawls to take place privately or at least out of the way. Building even more of a shit reputation wasn't on his immediate agenda.

The sky was a beautiful mix of cool shades and the chill of sunset creeped over him soothingly. He couldn't help but appreciate the scent of the ocean and the aroma of food staining the otherwise pleasant fresh air. Yet it wasn't quite enough to stop him from the usual routine; lift the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, retrieve the cancer stick, fish out his lighter and light. Eric was either fond of the harsh stench of smoke or just nose-blind to the odor at this point.

Anyone who knew the man long enough would know he was a creature of habit but the years he was gifted allowed him to practice a basic subtlety. Regardless he always had the habit of hovering within eyesight of his packmates, like an overwhelming mother keeping track of her child in a grocery store. Aloof? This was his happy face.

A quick head count of any familiar faces.

Squint at a menu of a nearby food stand - skim the words.

A quick check over again.​

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No heart-attack on a stick. His shoulders slumped back after a brief investigation of the menu and he prepared to leave until he motion was interrupted by an unexpected, dull bump into side. The lit cigarette tumbled sadly to its fate between a crack in the pier boards. Eric's expression shifted into a quick, half-hearted sneer as he shot a cursory glance towards the suspect.

Oh, just a kid.

Any tension faded and he flashed his best attempt at a practiced smile which seemed odd on the man. It took a moment for the wheels to turn per usual, but Ethan's face finally clicked. Eric had met the two-man band before, Ethan and his father, and though they were newer to Moonlight the brief interactions with the duo were mild enough, god forbid pleasant.

Even with the curly-haired blonde child gawking up at him, Eric didn't seem to have the sense to put the kid back on his feet after the tumble - his nurturing skills were rusty if he ever had them at all, but Ethan's father was quick to the rescue.

His hand lifted with a dismissive motion, non-comittally brushing off the unexpected apology. "Huh? Don't worry about it, no harm done." he remarked evenly to the two and, whether out of a moment of friendliness or the anxious tendency of changing the subject, he thumbed at the nearby food stand he had been silently interrogating a moment ago.

"You two eat? Like, have you yet, not in general... Obviously."

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[Nightblade]

Ethan perked up when Eric mentioned getting a bite to eat. His shyness suddenly gone as he remembered what he was on his mission for.
"Can we get Hot dogs"
Ethan asked pleadingly looking between Eric and Matt, his puppy dog eyes out in full force.
Matt just laughed with a grin before looking to Eric.
"you sure you don't mind us tagging along?"
Matt asked softly as Ethan was distracted by looking around at all the rides and booths as we made our way towards where a hot dog vendor had setup.
Matt had spotted Eric around a few times and despite looking standoffish, he seemed like an ok guy.
Plus oddly enough Ethan seemed at ease around him which was strange as Ethan was a naturally shy kid.

Mentions: Azure-Smiley : Eric

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Katarina Volkov​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mentions: None
Interactions: Open
Outfit: x

Katarina walked slowly down the pier, taking in the scenery as she picked off pieces of sugary fluff from her cotton candy cone and popped them into her mouth. Kat never really understood what was so great about straight sugar turned into the texture of wool, but she could at least appreciate the novelty of it. The smell of the salty ocean combined with the cedar trees from the nearby forest filled her nose. But even so, she could pick out the scents of the different humans, wolves, and vampires that surrounded her.

A sharp shove into her side sent the cotton candy flying to the boards of the pier dock. Kat stumbled every so slightly, and quickly spun to face her attacker. The anger boiled her blood for a mere moment as she watched what she could only assume to be a dim-witted jock from the nearby university continue walking with his friends as if nothing happened. "You could have at least apologized," she said bitterly, but the guy was already out of earshot and didn't seem to hear her.

Taking a deep breath to calm her anger, Katarina turned back to her now dirt-covered treat on the ground. "Well, that was a waste of five bucks," she murmured, picking up the paper cone and tossing it into a nearby garbage bin. Without worrying about it any longer, Kat continued her trek down the pier. As she passed the many food vendors, games, and rides, a few people waved hello to her. Kat smiled and waved back, recognizing a few of them as regulars at Lupa's where she tended to the bar. It was nice to see familiar faces, even if some of them were humans who had no idea what she actually was.

Finally reaching the end of the pier, Kat was surprised to kind it relatively empty. A few street lamps dimly illuminated the sitting area where a few benches were scattered around the space. A single couple sat close together on one of the benches, talking in hushed tones to one another and giggling every now and again. Katarina couldn't help but smile. They were a cute couple. Walking as quietly as possible as to not bother them, Kat reached the end of the pier, leaning against the railing and looking out over the ocean at the sunset.

Pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her bag, Kat lit one between her lips and put the pack and lighter away. Taking a long drag, Kat savored the almost instantaneous calming effect that came over her body. The anger from before had all but disappeared from her body. Reaching into her bag once again, she retrieved her matte black flask and took a long drink of the strong bourbon it contained.

"God, I must look like a drunk," she murmured softly to herself, laughing a bit. Cigarette in one hand, flask in another. At least there wasn't really anyone around aside from the too-distracted-to-care couple on the bench. Kat watched the sunset dip below the surface of the ocean on the horizon. The water was calm below, soft splash sounds filling her ears as small waves hit the piles. Taking another drag from her cigarette, Kat smiled and watched the waves flow in.

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[D. Rex]

For the past several days, Gregory had been debating whether he would be going to this festival or not. There was plenty of excuses he could make to avoid it without garnering any suspicion(not that he would recieve any in the first place), and the night would be a good time to prowl around certain areas without prying eyes. It was just today, however that he ended up making his final decision, to go.

To be honest, fairs and festivals never really was his thing. He wasn't big on rides, and he didn't like feeling crowded. He didn't have anybody to spend time there with to bother going. It was, however, a festival with a certain history. And if there was a good time to see a bunch of people all in one place, this particular one would have an even better chance of finding what he was looking for. He knew there would be plenty there.

But... Hunting wasn't his goal there. No, it would be a good time to observe. To people watch. To see how the locals behave, to see who blend in and who does not. Still, he wasn't about to go there and wander around aimlessly. He'd go there with a purpose, and from what he knew of the area, there was a nice pier there. With the festival going on, it wouldn't be very crowded. The lights and littered food might even bring in some fish, and he did enjoy some fishing. Yeah, he'd make a little date out of it.

After packing his tackle box and a rod and reel, he fixed a cooler with some relaxation beverages and headed out. Thankfully, he got to avoid all the parking drama by the fair. Opting instead to park further down the beach.

Rod and tackle in one hand, cooler in the other, he walked along the outskirts of the festival grounds. Quite frankly, his favorite part of such events was the smell. With all the food vendors out and about, and cooking their best, the air was full of delightful scents. And even he was not immune to their lure. By the time he reached the pier, he added a footlong corn dog and a large Styrofoam cup of boiled peanuts.

His boots clacked casually against the boards of the pier as he walked along it. Gregory was not a man that stood out all that much. He stood just under six feet in height, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a light jacket that covered a grey t shirt. Upon his head was a worn in baseball cap. He had no reason not to dress comfortable, after all. One might also call him a bit scruffy looking, as he hadn't really bothered to shave today, and to those with more sensitive noses, he smelled faintly of cigarette smoke.

He passed a giggling couple, he greeted them with a smile. Nearby was also a woman with a smoking cigarette and watching the sun dip below the horizon. He couldn't blame her for that, it was quite the lovely.

He walked a little bit further down, finding a nice empty bench to set his stuff down. This would be a nice spot as any. Leaning the rod against the pier rail, he cracked open a cooler and helped himself to beer. No sense in waiting until they got warm.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Leonardo Beaumont​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mentions: None
Interactions: Open
Outfit: x

Leonardo waited impatiently in the ticket line, tapping his foot. He had been standing there for what felt like hours but was really only about thirty minutes. All he wanted was to buy a wristband so he could ride the rollercoasters. Always the adrenaline junkie, Leo was excited for the rides more than anything else. It was part of his outlook on life. Since he could live forever, there was no point in worry about the future. He might as well find excitement in the present.

When he was young, Leo was a "prepare for the future" type. But that all changed during the French Revolution when he had been turned by the woman he loved, not knowing what she truly was. She had only been trying to protect him, to save him from death by guillotine, a fate he witnessed his parents fall to. But Leonardo was too scared of what he had become at the time to properly appreciate her. He could see her face so vividly in his mind, but knew he would never again get the chance thank her. He had never been that lucky.

"Sir?" the attendant asked, pulling Leo back to reality. Leo realized then that he was the next in line and quickly handed the man his money, wrapping a blue paper band around his wrist. Happy to finally be out of line, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and began walking down the pier towards the rollercoasters. He could easily hear the sound of music along with idle chatter drift around him. It had been a while since he had any social interaction outside of the vampire clan. Although he knew most of the vampires would be here, Leo hoped that maybe he could make some knew friends as well.

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[calypso]

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Celestine Auger

location: pier edge|tags: N/A

Even if the smell of deep-fried food made Celestine sick to her stomach, she'd never miss the carnival when it rolled about. She never went on any of the rides, but watching the children run about and scream brought a small smile to her dark lips. (Dark red lipstick was a must on an outing like this. Especially with her current outfit, it just brought it all together!)

Still, there was always a small tug in her gut whenever she saw a young teenager win a prize for their date. It'd be lovely to walk about the pier with someone, but this year she was alone. Elise had always come with her, but...Some things were better left in the past. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to stop going. Work was exhausting, and she deserved some time off. She just hoped no trouble would brew, especially if they came. Of course, that was a silly idea to think they wouldn't show up. If one came wandering about, the others trailed behind them like lost little puppies. (Though, she supposed they were just that.) Until they showed up, however, she'd enjoy her relaxation.

Leaning against the railing of the pier, Celestine stared out into the ocean. She had never been a big fan of swimming, and she tended to burn easily due to her pale skin, but she loved the beach none the less. The sand between her toes, the warm gaze of the sunlight tickling her skin...It was all rather lovely. (Of course, she ended up getting a nasty sunburn soon after.) Her chin was cradled gently in her own palm, her back to the festivals around her. Maybe this year would be the year she'd stomach a funnel cake. It was quite literally just fried dough with sugar on top, but splurging now and then couldn't hurt her too bad. The sweetness could be a bit of relief, but too much was simply that. A yawn slipped free from her lips as she contemplated buying herself some, one hand reaching up to tug her braid over one shoulder. Normally she kept it tight and neat inside a bun, but why not live a little tonight? It was still too windy to let it down completely, but a braid was fun.

Pausing her own thoughts for a moment, a slight frown tugged at the corner of her lips, and she puffed up one cheek. She was totally getting boring, thinking that a braid was fun. Maybe she should blame work. It was really growing exhausting at this point, and she had to defer too many patients. Her clinic was just too small, and she was just one person. What was she supposed to do? Shutting her eyes, Celestine just let out another loud sigh to herself. Maybe she should put out an ad, but how many trained psychologists lived in the town? Not to mention she didn't want to attract anymore supernaturals to her work. Eli was already a hand-full, and she only saw him once a week.

Dropping her hand away from her chin, Celestine just kept her eyes shut. The festival had become a blur behind her, a static buzz as her thoughts ran rampant. No matter what she was doing, her mind always fell back to work. There were just too many people who needed help, and she felt awful every time she had to prioritize someone over another. A polite smile and refund could only go so far. No wonder people saw her as a bitch. Who was she to decide who had it worse in life? An abused child, or an adult suffering from PTSD? What about the teenager with GAD, or the young adult suffering from something they don't even understand?

Shaking her head clear, all she could do was stand there. Why had she come out here again? It was starting to get cold out, and her sweater only helped so much. She needed to work, anyway...

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Norta Arbrook

Norta strode along through the festival, hands in the pockets of her sweater, cold eyes moving through the crowds as she watched the people of this town having fun, trying to figure whether that pale girl in the crowd was actually a vampire, or that man with the wild eyes was a lycanthrope. She'd come here in search of their kind, to wipe them out, to save this town, but it certainly didn't mean she couldn't at least enjoy herself while she was here. Luckily, this festival seemed the perfect opportunity to both get a feel for the town and perhaps find some creatures of the night, and to have some fun, make herself known to the residents, a face they could trust. The scents of fresh, although extremely unhealthy food fought for dominion over her nostrils as she strode past the stalls. A younger Norta may have been tempted by those scents, but she knew better now. She couldn't eat such things, for her body was a weapon against evil, and it must be kept sharp, not submerged in something as blatantly unhealthy as fried butter. For all that it was though, she could at least credit the people here for their culinary creativity. What they made probably had far more of a kick than the bland, nutrition-based meals she prepared for herself, day in and day out, following the same old schedule. Despite the bland nature of it, it held almost a comforting nature to it. Regardless if she failed a hunt, or if another long time acquaintance turned up murdered by supernaturals, or if her contacts went silent, she'd always have the same few meals, week by week. At the very least, that would never change, and it brought the Hunter's soul comfort.

As usual, she made no effort to hide the scars upon her face, not that she could hide the chunk of missing flesh from her cheek with anything barring plastic surgery, though she'd not go through with it. In a way, the scars were part of her. Signs that she was alive still, and she'd won. She'd beaten back the monsters, saved people, and she'd keep going. More prey, more scars, more victories. Time would march on, and the Raven would walk in its shadow, footsteps made of blood. The thought was grim, but it reminded her she would have to find an apprentice eventually, someone to take up the mantle of the Raven when she no longer could. At that point... she wasn't so sure what she'd do. Her mentor had simply disappeared, far off into the snow-blasted land he came from. He never told her his real name, but she was able to find out where he was from. Though he claimed to be British, he was Russian in origin, and she figured he had gone back to the tiny village he had came from, to that wooden cabin he had talked about sometimes. She could go after him, to learn more, to practice with him more, but she had respect for him. He had worn the mantle, and felt its weight for over two decades. He deserved a long, peaceful life. After all, he never wanted this; only to live and die in that village, marry his sweetheart, and raise some kids.

She on the other hand... she never really knew. She never had goals until she took up the mantle, and for over a decade, the Hunt had been her sole purpose. To hunt creatures of the night, and to save people from their hunger, that's all there was. In her eyes, she'd carry this burden until she physically couldn't anymore. After all, she couldn't truly imagine a life outside of this, outside of this purpose. Were she ever to leave it behind, there would be nothing left to live for. Perhaps simply, death wouldn't be so bad after. She'd lived a long, good life, fulfilled her purpose to the world, and would have passed the torch along. She was after all, a Hunter, and nothing else. What else was there to do?

Weaving through a crowd, Norta searched for someone to speak with, spotting a few figures of interest, like a rough looking man stuttering conversation with a child and a seeming single dad, a man and woman at the end of a pier, and a woman with ashen hair who drew the Hunter's attention. Hands buried in her pockets still, the Hunter strode along, until she made it to the railing that the woman leaned against. She turned, and leaned her back against the railing, setting her elbows against the metal railing for support. She cocked her head slightly to the side as she opened her mouth. "No fan of the crowds?" she asked, her voice possessing a strange monotone coming out of her cold, stone face. Although she looked relatively unhappy, she was actually enjoying herself tonight. She just... simply had a naturally unlikable face, as someone had once put it.

The woman was interesting, with the unique color to her hair, and the gold of her eyes. Norta could only hope that her conversation was as interesting as her appearance, they might just get somewhere.

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[Cosmo]

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The rays of the waning sun spilled through the small window above the gas stove, bathing the kitchen in a orange glow that was destined to leave. Eli ran his fingers across the smooth, worn wood of the small round table, a table that had seemed so much longer so long ago. Before the leaf that used to sit in the middle of the table had been broken in an 'accident'. Accidents happened so often in the small house. Like the time his mother tripped and smashed her head so hard into the end of the table that the hing to the leaf snapped off, the small dent in the surface of the table, the innocent indenture that he could run the pad of his thumb on and feel not the slightest mar... An indenture that a skull had made when it was slammed into it and held down, to be reminded of it place, to cower before their 'alpha', its father, Eli's father. The small house was suffocating, it was so small and it was as if, at any moment, his father would round the corner and demand to know what he was doing, sitting at the table before he had sat down. His brother coming at his heels, the apple of his eye, the boy that could do no wrong, ready to gloat and to enforce his own will when they were alone in their room, when Eli wouldn't make any noise. To make noise was to call father who hated to be woke, hated more to have to walk down the hall to their room and put the pups in their place again. Eli hated this place. Hated how small he felt the second he came in. The ghost that lingered in the shadows, in every creak or groan of the wood. Someday, he was going to burn it down. The last act of a defiant child at a man he was always too afraid to face and now never would have the chance to. It wouldn't do much. This 'place' was more then wood and steel, it was memory and pain, love and solitude, but it didn't matter. He would burn it and piss on the ashes.

"You have to go soon, don't you?" A small, soft voice came, almost tentatively as if afraid of its own sound. Eli's eyes snapped to the small mouse of a woman sitting on the side of the table. Her long brown hair fell in waves, her deep green eyes, eyes that were guarded and constantly jumped to the shadows of the house always on the watch for movement. The eyes of a small animal constantly looking for the predator that still lived in her mind, seared into her instincts over the years that time had yet to heal.

"Yep," Eli said as he leaned back in his chair, the old wood creaking and his stomach lurched as, for just a moment, he thought it would finally break and send him tumbling to the floor, a place he had found himself on more then a few occasions, "Wasn't going to, but there ain't shit on Netflix, so," he paused to give himself time to offer her a weak shrug, "Figure I might as well get out. I may just be the guy that hides the money, cleans it and files the taxes, but don't want to deprive the people of my sparking personality," Eli offered his mother a small smile, they both knew he was anything but charming to be around, "You can come with, I have enough room and it'd be good for you to get out of this," he paused as he tried to conjure the right word, "Shit hole? Yeah, shit hole."

The ever so slight tilt of his mother's eyes and that momentary flash in her eyes told him her amusement, "I'm fine honey, you should invite someone, you know they'd like you more if you let them," she said, soft as always, but the slight tensing of her body didn't escape his notice. That reflex that was beaten into her to not talk back, to never correct, worked its way through her.

"I doubt that, Ma, I think they can barely handle my charm as it is," Eli said, "Although, you know I can get you a nicer place. Maybe something closer to town?" A place with less memories, the important part left unsaid as so many things in his life was. Silence returned to the kitchen, the old clock on the wall almost painful loud as it slowly ticked, mockingly counting each moment that passed as the suffocating air swept back in.

"I-I'm fine, hon," the mousy woman said, her arms coming up to her shoulders, encasing herself from the world. A stance he had seen so much growing up, as she stood in the corner watching everything happened, terrified to step forward or raise her voice, "This is fine for me."

For me, the words hung in the air between them, a weight on both of them. The unspoken feelings that were there. This was her prison, her cage, her punishment. The same feelings that lurked in the dark part of his soul, the part that hated and blamed her for being so weak. For standing to the side as his father put them in their place every time. The time she stood in the corner, holding herself as Eli was reintroduced to the back of his father's calloused hands for knocking over the broom. It wasn't her fault, not really. She was a prisoner just like he was, but he couldn't help it. That small part of him that would whisper in his ear. How she just watched. That she was supposed to protect him, and she didn't. The same treacherous voice that whispered in her ear and told her she deserved this, to be haunted by the ghost of the past.

But how could such a small woman have done anything? Eli reached across the table, the sudden impulse to take one of those hands that was digging into her arm and hold it, offer what comfort he could despite it all... but the second he did it, he regretted it. The sudden movement scared her, she leaned back, the legs of the chair scrapping across the tile of the kitchen floor, her eyes wide like a child caught stealing candy, the color of her face draining.. and then the slow realization of what she had just done. How she had flinched, flinched from him, from her Eli, the pain that lurked behind the green eyes, tears held back from a lifetime of practice, her teeth digging in to her bottom lip to stifle her gasp. Eli closed his hand into a fist, his nails digging into his skin as he reprimanded himself. He shouldn't have moved so fast, he shouldn't have reached for her, he shouldn't have... he shouldn't have been himself. Eli was only good at fucking things up, it was what he was best at, he should never forget that. Eli let the mask slid on, the easy cocky smile, the one that got him punched and earned him the hatred of many furry bikers, the skin he was comfortable in, "Sorry, Ma, but I gotta go. You know, party can't start without the pooper."

The mousy woman looked down at the table, he wasn't sure if it was to avoid the mask he wore or the pain that lay within her heart for the action she couldn't control. Her only response was the barest of nods. Eli pushed himself to his feet and headed for the door, for freedom from the suffocating room, from the guilt and pain, the anger and memories. He paused at the door, his knuckles against the wood, "I'll call the plumber later tonight and see if I can't get that bathroom sink looked at," he wasn't looking at her, not now. He was looking outside. To the jeep that was parked on the gravel road, the jeep he drove to annoy the bikers as he rarely, if ever, rode his bike, a childish rebellion just like everything else was, "I'll come by for dinner sometime next week, I'll give you a call before then."

"Okay," the small voice called out from the house, the voice that would never be free, "I love you, Eli," it said, his heart clenched in his chest as his knuckles dug into the door frame, "I know Ma, I know. I'll see you soon," he said, never looking back, as he fled from the house, their prison, and he didn't have the strength to say it back nor the courage to look back

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Eli felt woefully overdressed as he watched everyone around him. The smells of the festival was an ever pleasant mixture of nauseating amounts of sugar, body order and just the tiniest hint of vomit that brought it all together in a nostalgia inducing hellhole. A 'historical festival' yet it had a Ferris Wheel and other rides because it was as if the city council long ago weren't sure if the wanted a renaissance fair or a normal fair, couldn't afford both, and said 'Fuck It, lets throw them together and call it a day!'. For the last ten minutes, Eli had been playing his favorite game, 'Guess the dialogue!' where he watched groups of people and took random guesses as to what they were talking about, often heavily exaggerated and nonsensical for his own benefit, like the young couple that was so lovingly looking into each other's eyes moments ago were now in a very heated argument which he was carefully unfolding in his mind,

"Why won't you let me in," Eli said, forcing his voice to drop a few octaves to catch that perfect 'Chad' voice, "Oh, because I've never done it before, what if it hurts?" he replied to himself, raising his voice just high enough to make people wonder if he was still twelve and waiting for puberty to smash into him like a freight train.

"Come on, baby, just the tip," Eli replied lifting his hand and bringing his fingers tips to the point they were almost touching, but not quite, "Just the tip."

"You said that last time..." Eli whined, pausing to give a wink to an old man who was looking at him oddly, "I know, baby, but this time I promise."

"I'm just not comfortable with you putting it in my," Eli paused, looked at the old man once again, leaned forward and whispered, "Ass."

The corner of his lips lifted when the old man's jaw fell open, his eyes wide and Eli went in for the kill, "You're such a bitch, Sandy, your sister let me do it!" Eli covered his chest with his hand and let out a high pitched gasp and just on time, the woman he had been imitating smacked her tall boyfriend across his face, the sound echoing through the crowd as some stopped to look and others pretended not to.

"Pretty good right?" Eli said to the old man, "I could have sold the woman better, I admit, but God did curse me with a penis, damn rascal that guy, I'm thinking about getting a lil," Eli made a pair of scissors with his hand and gave the air a few snips for good measure, "Snipping, if you know what I mean, hey, you wouldn't be looking for some company, would you?"

The old man's mouth snapped closed, he quickly, or as quick as his body was able, pushed himself off the bench and hobbled down the road, "I'll take that as a maybe!" Eli said as he waved to the disappearing old man. Eli gave a content sigh as he leaned against the counter once again, sure, it wasn't what people were supposed to do at these kinda things, but one had to make their fun where they could.

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Eli walked along the pier, his jacket tossed over his shoulder and a small stain on his vest from a kid who had been a little too excited to ride the Ferris Wheel and had let his drink go just in time to send it flying at him. It wasn't a festival unless someone had spilled, spit or vomited on him, so far, so good. A familiar voice caught his attention, cutting through the buzz of noise like a whip, it was a voice he knew. His eyes jumped to the woman in question, a cigarette in one hand and a flask in the other. There was a few people around, including one guy with a fishing pole sitting on a bench, but he knew her, more specifically, he knew that behind. Stare at an ass long enough, and you become one with the booty, "Kitty Kat! Don't you know smoking is bad for you? I'll have to tell mommy on you if you keep it up, really, its just shameful behavior. My word, there are kids around."

D. Rex MadiRaiCat ​

 

[apolla]

When Callie had heard about the festival going on tonight, she hadn't given it much thought. Still a newcomer to Moonlight, she needed to focus mostly on unpacking and finding a job. She had some money saved up from her job back home, but she couldn't go forever without a job unless she wanted to live out of a cardboard box. She grimaced slightly at the word home-- it wasn't really home anymore, was it? Frowning to herself, she sighed and looked up, at the piece of paper advertising the festival that someone had handed her earlier.

Reaching for it, she studied the writing and the pictures, stark black against a bright sheet of pink paper. It looked fun, she had to admit. More fun than unpacking. Inadvertently, her eyes slid from the paper, to the boxes stacked around the place. She'd been here for a week or so now, and still wasn't close to being done. She really hadn't thought she had that much shit to begin with, but here she was, being proved otherwise.

With a sigh, she dropped the paper onto the couch beside her and pushed herself to a standing position. After a hard days work of organizing and putting shit away, after job hunting for a few hours, both in person and on the computer, she thought she could use some fun. Just not without a shower first. Making her way to the bathroom, she started the water and stripped out of her day clothes.

The shower felt wonderful, the almost scalding water pounding against her sore muscles. She stayed under the spray longer than she meant to; the sun was almost set by the time she got out and dried off. Pulling her hair into a tight, wet high ponytail, she started digging around one of the boxes in her room, searching for something to wear.

She settled on a pair of skinny jeans, a tank top with a sweater pulled overtop of it, and her famous zebra print flats. Without worrying too much about her appearance beyond that, she grabbed her keys and phone, sliding the latter into her pocket as she left her apartment. Making sure she locked the door, she clipped her keys to a belt loop and started down the stairs to the parking lot.

She found her little red toyota easily, though she paused as she approached. From what she'd gathered of the town so far, the pier wasn't that far. She could walk. Patting her car on the trunk, she stepped past it and slid her hands into her back pockets as she walked towards the pier. The smell of the ocean hit her stronger as she got closer, and she inhaled deeply.

Something about that scent was familiar, but she wasn't sure why. The town she and her mom lived in definitely wasn't near the beach. She would have asked her father, except she hadn't gone to the address he'd left her yet. She hadn't built up the courage, especially considering what he'd said in his letter.

Her steps slowed a tad bit as she thought about it, but she pushed herself forward. He swore up and down that the supernatural was real... and that this town was the key to her true self. It was a little too 'fate' inspired for her tastes, but she came here to find out the truth, and that's what she planned to do.

She realized that she'd reached the pier while being lost in her thoughts. Drinking in the sights and smells, she couldn't stop the smile from spreading onto her lips as she stepped onto the wooden pier.

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[Abendrot]

Edwin​

Location: Bedroom | Fair
Mood: Eager
Interactions: Gaspard(NPC) | Leonardo Beaumont
Tags: MadiRaiCat
Clothing: X

Edwin Abington stood looking out the high window of his bedroom, unaware that his night would end in terrible tragedy.

With the moon barely over the horizon, he'd thrown open the crimson draperies to peer down at the street, watching the occasional gaggle of people running along, all streaming the same direction. As of late, there'd been little excitement or laughter from Moonlight's citizens; even the children stayed in when the weather lightened up enough to let them out. It seemed the History Festival had taught them how to play again.

A vagrant gust of wind brought a fragment of Calliope music from the pier, and smells of cooking that could no longer make his mouth water. Edwin turned from the window, wearing the faintest of grins on his face.
"Are you coming?" he asked again.
Gaspard looked up from where he lay in bed. They'd been sleeping together for the past four months or so; a little diversionary pleasure to ease the boredom of a town that wasn't going anywhere. At least, that was how they explained to themselves their salacious conduct.

It was more than that, though. Much more. But being honest with himself was never one of Edwin's strengths.

"You going out to cavort with the mortals?" Gaspard said dryly, as if to indicate that the likelihood of his doing such a thing was quite remote.

"But of course, dah~ling." said Edwin, "It's not like I'm going to skulk about in the dark like every other night of the year. Figured you should go out and enjoy yourself as well."
Gaspard snorted, putting on that old, familiar grin of his. "I enjoy myself quite enough here, Ed." He stood, looking around for his clothes.

Edwin was staring at him, watching through the faint moonlight seeping through the windows. Gaspard was tall, dark-skinned, and well-proportioned, making them an odd combination. For a man two-and-a-half centuries old, he carried himself well.

"Last chance to come along and amuse yourself, dah~ling. I'm leaving now."
Gaspard grunted as he pulled on his shirt. "I assure you, I'm just as capable of amusing myself here as anywhere else," he said. Edwin rolled his eyes at that. It seemed dubious that Gaspard could be amused under any circumstance.

"Very well," laughed Edwin as he threw on his coat, "have it your way. I suppose that's the point of a holiday."

He closed the door slowly as he left, hoping that Gaspard would change his mind, but the other vampire did not stir. In a short while, he would be dead, and only ravens would answer Edwin's silent despair. But for the moment, he found himself looking forward to this impromptu gathering by the pier.

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And for the most part, Edwin was able to get by relatively unscathed, reveling in the carnival in all its obscene gaudiness. People wandered from stall to stall, sampling candy-floss or trying their hands at rigged games. The crowd got thick enough at some parts that jostling was inevitable, like by the rollercoasters. At one point, a drunken man erupted from the crowd and vomited, nearly on his shoes (how anyone could get to that point at this our was beyond him.)

So far, Edwin had forgone most of the snacks and drinks; vampires didn't eat, and alcohol could do nothing for him at his advanced age. There was a tinge of melancholy in that thought, which had his eyes darting around for an excuse to push it away for the time being.

He found that excuse in a familiar face.

"Leo, my dah~ling! Fancy seeing you here!" he said with a lilting voice and a radiant smile. "Headed for the roller coasters? Just a fair warning, the wait times are as long as I am old."

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Azerothii]

Location: Pier , "In A Bucket" Food Stall

With: --

Mention: --

Mood: Festive mood

Sienna Grey

The Moonlight History Festival was the perfect time for Sienna to collaborate with her fellow neighbouring chefs and whip up the most unhealthy yet festive dish they could make. Lucky for her, Sienna had decided to pair up with Mr Beigner, one of her patrons and a meat butcher just across the road. It seems strange that a baker and butcher would pair up at a time like this, but Sienna had a knack for savoury goods and same goes to Mr Beigner. In the end, they both decided to open up a stall where Mr Beigner's cheese dipped burgers and Sienna's cookie in a bucket could be sold in one place, all piping hot and tasty to share with friends, or maybe for your own indulgement. There's nothing more sinful yet heavenly than eating both sweet and salty food in a festive night like this.

Their stall was fairly large and could be seen right in front of one of the bigger rollercoasters in the pier. A crowd forms around the stall which kept the crew busy and the money rolling in. The scent of Mr Beigner’s juicy meat and cheese would waft out of the stall and be carried with the wind, along with Sienna’s signature cookies that any patron would notice at first notice.

Any customer infront of the cashier could see the hell that was happening inside the stall. Loud yells of orders would be thrown around. The flames surging up as they grill the patties seasoned with slices of melted cheese on top. A tank of cheese sauce could be seen at the back of the stall pumping out bowls of cheese for the burgers to dip into. At the left side of the stall is where Sienna could be seen dumping a sack of chocolate chips into a bowl big enough for her to fit in like a bath tub. Her cheek and hands full of cookie dough and flour as she starts up the machine to mix the ingredients itself. It was tiring but it brought a huge smile to her face for being able to serve many customers at night.

Spoiler: Cheese Dipped Burger

Spoiler: Cookie in a Bucket

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Celestine Auger

location: pier edge|tags: SirDerpingtonIV

Suddenly jolted from her train of thought, Celestine turned her attention over to the woman now speaking to her. A question was raised, but she hadn't processed it fast enough to answer properly just yet. Instead, her gaze wandered over the features of the woman for a moment or so. If anyone knew not to stare, it was Celestine. Under all her pretty makeup was her own scar, and she knew what it felt like to have people stare pointedly at it. Instead, her golden gaze simply skipped about her visage like anyone would when first seeing someone. It gave her enough time to come up with an answer, too.

"No, nothing like that. I like the crowds and bustle of it all, but it's the right time to come look out over the ocean," she said politely, before removing one elbow from the rail to motion across the water. The sunset was on its last leg, brilliant hues of red licking at the waves. A few more minutes, and it'd be gone. Swallowed up by the sea itself. "Though I suppose it does get a bit loud and rowdy over there. I'm not exactly into the whole food scene here, either. Deep fried dough...That has to be horrible for you. And then they add sugar on top!" She exclaimed a bit, before letting out a soft laugh. Though Celestine wasn't one to actively seek out a conversation, small talk came easy to the woman. There were a lot of things on her mind constantly, and the little things were easy to blabber about. There was no need to be serious in the company of a stranger, especially one just looking for a little chit-chat.

Looking away from the ocean finally, Celestine returned her gaze over to Norta. Her elbows were back to gently resting against the rail, the sleeves of her sweater tugged up to her palms. As it grew darker, the temperature dropped in suit. Though she didn't as cold as she had before, the wind still sent tingles up her spine. "It's getting cold out, though. Brr, maybe I should head inside. I heard this year they have a little petting zoo inside, and I do love sheep. Something about the color," she said a bit slyly, before flipping her braid over her shoulder. The stark white color surely caught the eyes of many, but those with a lick of intelligence could tell it was simply a dye. Her eyebrows were still a chestnut brown, thick and full. Most people feared their hair growing pale when they grew older, while Celestine happily embraced it. Though, it was given that her hair was still healthy. It definitely helped with the look, after all.

"What about you? The gaggle of children and hormones too much? I get that, though I was only a teenager a few years ago...Now I feel old," she asked with another small laugh, keeping her warm gaze on Norta. Out of the professional environment, Celestine was a rather nice young woman. She could forget about all the issues that plagued her for the time being, and allow herself a bit more fun than just braiding her hair back.

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[deer]

Io Polaris​

The glittering bright light of the sunset sparkled as the colours of the horizon ranged between lavender, orange, yellow, and pink hues, painting the sky. Her ocean blue eyes gazed longingly ahead at the serene scenery while her fingers delicately touched the pendant displayed around her bare neck. The slight breeze of the wind nipped at her exposed neck as her lips shuddered slightly. Her simple, elegant sweater felt soft against her pale arm as she stood still in wanderlust. A soft hum escaped her lips. How long had it been since she's stayed in Moonlight?

"Far too long," She whispered a second later.

An inaudible sigh escaped the sun-kissed haired vampiress' lip as she questioned whether she made the right choice to become the Sanguis clan’s Regent. It had been five long, challenging years since she arrived in Moonlight. But, her first memories of her time in the seaside town was a bittersweet thought. It was his eyes. His posture. His movements. So like hers. Aching. But, she believed it was not due to the bullet in his shoulder. No, it mirrored her own ache, one not noticeable yet could be detected in the eyes that have seen and accepted the depths of despair. Oh, how she wondered what his past revealed - to see more than half the man he was now. Was there more to it? But, how about herself? Would others seen them in the same light? If it had came down to it, Io felt herself grow colder by the days and even more tired. Eadwine would do a fine job - a marvelous one, even, but she couldn’t let go. Hope was not lost and she willed it. Nothing would stand in her way.

A month ago, she spent time with her siblings and she knew her memory was slowly fading as time passed. There were memories she didn't want to forget. Io felt it in her bones and silhouette reminiscing what it was like to feel alive when she traveled rather than staying frozen in one spot for too long. She craved inner peace and freedom, but, Io had to give credit that spending time in town gave her a lot to do, especially keeping her clan members in check and dealing with their supposed natural 'enemies'. The humans, as always, were fascinating to her, running on their time. Motivation coursing through every nerve to get from Point A to Point B. Her only mission now was to keep her clan alive and away from those who tried to harm them. She can’t accept hearing that her kins are nothing but wild and uncontrollable. But, the wonder of the exposure of her kin towards humans was a tempting afterthought. Would the world finally burn and a vengeful creature's wishes finally be brought to life or would their time, or rather, her time continue to stand still, hiding from both humans and hunters alike? It was a troubling matter with so many consequences but it ignited her insides — an opportunity for time continue forward. Unfortunately, even Io knew better to have such peruse. Kasra wanted peace and order and that would only bring the opposite: discord and destruction. Lives will be lost and maybe, just maybe it would be for naught or for sweet closure for the Elder vampires. Nevertheless, for the betterment of all, Io protected tradition and generations of memories passed. She believed in archives and having keepsakes of the changing times even if it was not her own. Though new to Moonlight, she still walked Earth for many moons — the beginning of time and if the world taught her anything, written accordance and records were treasurable. Memories shouldn’t be lost. It would be a cruel suffering to cause anyone — an endless aim and loop of regret and numbness.

Her muscles were loose and relaxed as she took in the setting sun from afar, breathing in life before the sky slowly darkened and night fell. The stars were twinkling as she admired them. Her arm slowly reached out, attempting to catch a star in her hand to make a wish. With a delicate reach, Io opened her palm forward as she humed a small tune. A festive was being held at the pier to celebrate Moonlight’s history - a history she had yet to experience first-hand. It had been a long while since she went to a celebration, much less, heard of the humans honoring their history. The thought brought back memories as she heard children’s laughter echo in her ears.

Turning away from the window, Io made her way out of her room, second floor, to the left, and down the hallway where the garden view with a balcony couldn’t compare to the rest of the Sanguis mansion. Io thrived on white noise and the company of her clan rather than the deafening silence to the point she could hear a pin drop. Nevertheless, Io descended down the stairs and headed towards the study room knowing Kasra would be inside. With a small knock on the door, Io called through the other side, “Are you coming?” She inquired, her gentle yet melodic voice seemingly able to catch the attention of those around her. But, she could only hope the other Elder wouldn’t ignore her. She knew how frustrating he could be and it didn’t help that he made her sigh every few days.

But, without hesitation, Io turned the door knob and walked inside, not waiting for Kasra’s answer as she furrowed her brows. With small steps towards the other vampire, Io sighed slightly, shaking her head. “Even Eadwine has decided to join the festivities. Will you continue to stay here alone and not interact with the world? I have heard numerous stories about the Moonlight Heritage Festival.” She paused for a moment, her eyes trying to find his.

In an almost quiet whisper, she added, “It may do good for some fresh air and enjoy their honor. Though they do not know it, you are as much as a benefactor than you believe.” With almost careful steps, Io grew closer, not backing down from wanting to bring Kasra with her, as they were now inches apart. But, she was cautious to not cause uncomfortableness, she reached towards him, her fragile-like fingers barely touching his hand. “Come.”


Music blared all-around encompassing her frame as her eyes took in absolutely everything surrounding her. The music, the people, the atmosphere - everything came alive this very night. The smell of the ocean opened up her senses as her head turned every which way. A bubbling excitement seemed to surface inside of her as she couldn't help but revel in the memories. The lights of the festival reflected in her eyes as she stared up at the ferris wheel in awe. With the sound of children running around, the melody of the carnivale, and the different sounds of games and smell of food, it wasn't hard for Io to immerse herself into the crowd. However, she kept close to Kasra, keeping both a hidden worry in her expression but also desire that seeing the Heritage Festival could help enlighten and give more happiness than pain. To live in the moment.

She invited her siblings Zohar, Tohar, and Noya to come and enjoy the festivities with her. But, like most of the vampires she knew, especially Elder ones, they strayed from human interaction and anything involving such a fate. Was hers already decided since the beginning? She didn't know and decided not to think of it. For just one night, she hoped to leave her past in the past and enjoy the present and to be whatever she wanted. Though, she did make sure to keep a watchful eye on her kin but nevertheless, the majority of the time, she wanted to have fun.

In the end, Io managed to convince - or rather forced his hand and dragged him with her - Kasra to come to the festival with her. Without thinking too much of it, Io kept her hand around Kasra's wrist, though her hold wasn't grip-tight or strong enough to hold Kasra down, in fact, it was quite loose, weak even. But, Io never paid much mind, wondering what they should do first. Her only want was for Kasra to not flee from the area, but, deep down, perhaps in unconscious fear, she didn't want to be abandoned.

"Will you care to go for a stroll and head on a ride?" Io turned towards him, a soft smile displayed on her lips before her attention went back towards both the carousel and ferris wheel. Her eyes lit up as the lights captured her in, practically dancing in her irises.

location: Sanguis mansion - Heritage Festival | interactions: Cosmo [ Vahid Kasra ]
mentions: Abendrot [ Eadwine Abbington ], her blood-siblings: Zohar, Tohar, and Noya

 

[The Black Knight]

From left to right: Nicholas (Matt Bomer); Diana (Doutzen Kroes); Gabriella (Kristina Pimenova (child)); and Jude Duncan (UNK)​

Nicholas and Diana stood side-by-side on the pier, gazing west at the orange, fiery ball that seemed to bleed into the darkening sea, casting its pink, orange, and violet hues into the sky. The noise of the festival was behind them. In that sacred moment, it had only been Diana and her husband who she often hadn’t had a chance to see or be alone with. Technically, they weren’t alone. Gabriella was playing with the other children who were racing up and down the pier on a pretend adventure.

Should-to-shoulder; hip-to-hip; Diana held her husband’s hand as they leaned upon the rail and savored each other’s warmth. Her cherry-blonde hair rippled like a banner in the salty breeze that blew in from the ocean. She and Nick were wearing cozy, brown leather jackets, and blue jeans. He wore a simple pair of leather shoes and she, brown suede four-inch heels. They turned their heads to gaze at one another.

Thin ribbons of Diana’s hair danced in glowing strands before her deep-blue eyes. He could see the sun reflected in them like a distant star, and her full, pink lips were pursed in the most enchanting smile. This was his woman; his wife; and she was divine, especially in that moment. He felt a heat in his hand, and his hand rose to cup the side of her face. His fingers reached into her hair and his thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone. Nick kissed those lips. He kissed them while the two were still hidden away in their little enraptured world. He felt Diana’s hand firmly grip his own, and he squeezed it in return as their silhouettes melded together in a setting backdrop.

Mommy! Daddy!

Gabriella’s shrill and excited voice sent her parents rushing back to reality. Nick was smooth about releasing his wife’s lips. He did it slowly so that the touch and the sensations derived lingered a little longer. He turned from Diana to gaze upon his daughter with a bright smile.

“Having fun Gabby?” he asked her.

“One of the fisherman caught a huge fish!” Gabriella threw wide her arms as she exclaimed, “It was this big!”

Nick’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wo~ow that’s enormous! That’s about as big as you!”

Gabriella grinned and shook her head. “No; I’m much bigger. The fisherman has a box with nasty worms in it. They were all slimy and icky! He tried to make me touch one.”

Diana frowned. “You didn’t touch the worms, did you?” Always concerned.

“No; I was afraid ta',” she replied.

“Don’t go touching worms, fish, or anything Gabriella. Not unless either I or your father give it to you.”

“And Uncle Jay?”

Diana felt a disturbing pang in her chest at the mention of Gabriella’s uncle. Her words were caught in her throat as a wave of unpleasant emotions oscillated inside of her. Nick grinned and answered, “Yes; Uncle Jay too.”

“Is Uncle Jay coming?”

Nick’s dark brows rose with uncertainty. He glanced over to Diana who shot her husband a narrowed eyed look, Really? “Um…” he stammered. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t call him.”

Gabriella pouted down at the deck. “Aaawww…”

Nick stepped over to her and crouched. “Hey; I’m fun too you know.”

Gabriella’s pout slowly curled into an amused smile. “But you don’t spend enough time with Mommy. She’s always sad when you’re gone. Uncle Jay plays with me so that you can have time for Mommy.”

“Is that what he told you Gabriella?” Diana angrily asked.

Her tone shocked them both. Nick gazed back at his wife, widening his eyes briefly at her: Seriously? In front of Gabriella? Diana crossed her arms and went back to resting them upon the railing. Nick returned his attention to Gabriella who whispered, “I don’t think Mommy likes Uncle Jay.”

Nick felt a little flustered. He didn’t want poor Gabriella getting drawn into the drama between Diana and his brother. Taking her small hands tenderly within his larger ones, he changed the subject: “Hey; how about you go play for a little while, and then we’ll all go get ice cream? I’m going to talk to your mother for a bit.”

Gabriella’s spirits perked up. “I’ll go find a good place!”

“Don’t wander off too far okay? You stay with the other kids. You know how worried your mother gets.”

“Yes Daddy.”

She quickly threw her arms around his neck in a hug before she bolted off to rejoin her pack. Nick rose to his feet and exhaled a soft sigh. He turned toward his wife to join her at the rail. Resting his forearms upon it, he brought his hands together and interlaced his fingers. “You and Jude really have to let bygones be bygones.”

Diana said nothing as she continued to scowl at the sea. Her thoughts, however, were racing at a mile a minute: He doesn’t know what’s going on. You can’t tell him. It would upset him. He wouldn’t believe you. It would make him stress and he’s already stressing enough.

“What happened? What did my brother do to make you hate him so much?”

Diana’s eyes lowered as she brought her hands together, her fingers tangling in her struggle to remain composed. She hated talking about him. She hated this discussion. “I don’t hate him,” she replied softly. Liar. “I just don’t think he’s a good person. He’s not a role model that I want Gabriella to look up to.”

“He and Gabriella are almost inseparable.”

She loves him more than you.

“Have you thought about when she’s older? What if she wants fake boobs and lip augmentations?”

Nick laughed at Diana’s claim. “What? He doesn’t talk to her about those things. All Gabriella knows is that he’s a doctor.”

“Yes, and he’s a liar. She thinks he’s the kind of doctor who helps people and saves lives. Instead, he’s the doctor who butchers people and promises to make them prettier as though they weren’t already. Did you know that he tried to offer me a boob job? He called my tits flabby.”

Nick snickered and the look that flashed on Diana’s face was so frightening that she might as well had swung a knife at him. He turned his head to hide the smile that continued to humorously stretch on his face. “Your breasts are beautiful-ha-ha-ha!”

Diana immediately turned. Her blonde mane swished after her as she marched away from her husband. Nick jogged after her. “Diana, wait! I’m sorry. I am just shocked that he would say that.”

Diana paused. She glanced up and down the pier no longer seeing the small gang of children. “Where’s Gabriella?” she asked.

Nick stopped behind her and frowned as he too surveyed the pier. “She said she was going to find a good ice cream vendor. I told her not to go too far.”

Diana snapped over her shoulder, “Nick, she’s a little girl!”

Gabriella’s parents briskly marched into the festive current. They searched upstream, checking every vendor and game booth. When they found the group of children surrounding a fisherman (who could have been the one Gabriella described to have caught a big fish), they didn’t find Gabriella with them.

“Did any of you see Gabriella?” Diana asked urgently.

A boy turned to Diana nonchalantly and informed, “She went looking for ice cream.”

“How long ago?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders. Diana felt her anger rising. “Do you know in which direction she went?”

The boy turned left, right, and then raised his arms in an exaggerated shrug. Nick could see that Diana was losing her patience and he quickly grasped her shoulder and turned her toward him.

“Diana, I need you to breathe. It’s okay. We’re going to find her,” he reassured her.

Diana felt so frustrated. Stress was clawing at her forehead and tears started to burn at the corners of her eyes. “How could they let her out of their sight? She’s probably lost and scared.”

“Diana, look at me. Everything’s going to be all right. We’re going to find her. She has to be around here somewhere. We just need to check the ice cream shops.”

As Nick attempted to comfort her, Diana’s eyes focused over his shoulder and over the heads of the crowds at a man holding a child in a pink and white winter coat. They were before a vendor purchasing a cone of ice cream. Nick's voice fell on deaf ears. Diana waded through the crowd, pushing and shoving passed people as she homed in on the man who was holding her child. When she was close enough to recognize him to be Uncle Jay, as soon as he turned to face her, she grasped Gabriella and took her from him.

Gabriella smiled obliviously and greeted, “Hey Mommy! Uncle Jay is here!”

Diana handed Gabriella to Nick as soon as he arrived and took Jude by the wrist. Nick stared questionably at his wife. “Diana?”

“I need to have a talk with Uncle Jay,” she told him.

Gabriella could hear the anger in her mother’s voice and her face scrunched up as she started to cry. “Why is Mommy mad? Is it because I ran away to find ice cweam?”

Nicholas grabbed a napkin from the food truck and wiped at his daughter’s eyes as he cooed, “No baby girl. She was just scared. But you’re safe now because Uncle Jay found you.”

“Mommy is mad at him because of me,” she continued to cry.

“No; they’re just going to talk like grownups that’s all. Everything is going to be okay.”

Diana led Jude across the river back over to where the fisherman and the children were. She found an unoccupied space that was far enough away from them and released the doctor’s wrist. Jude’s blue eyes watched Diana from beneath half-lidded lids. Compared to his brother, Jude’s eyes were intense and his face dark and bristly with stubble. He was a larger man, wearing a solid burgundy sweater with a black coat with faux-wool inline. Dark jeans rode down his long legs to rest over a nice pair of black leather shoes. He stood before her nonchalantly licking a cookies n’cream ice cream swirl cone. Diana couldn’t even stand to look at him as she challenged, “When were you going to let me and Nick know that you had her?”

Jude lowered the ice cream and answered simply, “After we got ice cream. I found her by herself. It’s not safe for a little girl to be out here all by herself with no supervision.”

Diana knew that he was taking blows at her. “I want you to stay away from her and my family.”

“And why’s that?”

Diana finally turned to fiercely gaze into his eyes. “Because I know what you’re doing! I’m not stupid!”

Jude grinned and licked his ice cream cone. “I think you should calm down. This anger isn’t healthy. I’m allowed to see my brother and niece.”

“I’m going to have a restraining order placed against you!”

“Under what charges? Nick is gonna think you’re insane. Speaking of my brother…” He lowered the ice cream again and smiled at her. “When was the last time you two fucked?”

Slap!

Nick’s mouth fell open. He had been watching the two from across the pier. Diana marched toward them her face flushed red. She declared, “We’re leaving!”

“Aw, why~” Gabriella whined and started crying again.

“Diana; no. We’re not leaving.”

“Then I’m leaving!”

“Why are you always so angry? Why can’t you be happy?” Gabriella fussed.

Nick ordered to his daughter, “Gabriella; go with Uncle Jay.”

Gabriella raced over to her uncle while Nicholas chased after Diana.

Jude’s cheek felt cold, and it slightly stung from the fresh slap Diana had dealt to his face. He was glaring angrily across the ocean. She was lucky that they were in public. The back of his hand was yearning for vengeance. He pushed his anger aside when he heard Gabriella call for him. He turned toward her, crouching to her height. His niece threw her arms around him as she continued to cry, “Did Mommy hurt you?”

Jude held her with one arm, while his free hand still clutched the cone that he fortunately hadn’t dropped. “It’s okay. I’m fine. You know Uncle Jay is a big boy and can’t be hurt by Mommy. Are you all right?”

Gabriella released him and dragged her sleeve across her face. “Mhm.”

Jude gave her the ice cream cone. “Here I saved the ice cream.” He then stood and removed a box of cigarettes from his back pocket.

Gabriella licked at the ice cream and informed, “Mommy said cigarettes are bad for you.”

Sliding the cigarette between his lips, Jude gazed down at Gabriella and muttered, “You should listen to your mother.”

“Why do you smoke if they’re bad? They stink.”

“Because they make me feel better.”

“Like medicine?”

Dragging on the cig, he exhaled a gray breath into the sea breeze and said firmly, “Gabriella; promise me that you won’t ever smoke cigarettes.”

“Okay. I pwomise.”

“Good girl. Want to go play some games?”

Gabriella’s eyes brightened. “Yeah! I know the best one. There’s this one with this huge bear I want!”

Jude smirked. “Let’s go win it then.”

 

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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]Val fucking loved carnivals. Rides, games, and most of all, snacks.

He brought his pup Emmanuel out of anxiety -- a Staffordshire-pit bull mix with a beautiful smile -- and spent the night wandering around with him in search of entertainment. He lost a balloon darts game, lost a water gun game, and blew way too much money on a claw machine to get the sweetest bright blue bunny he'd ever seen. It was nice and small, too. Fit in his backpack that he always carried around. The night was still young, though, and the weather was lovely. With his leftover money he went and sampled almost all of the food.

The elephant ears got a solid 10/10, and so did the butterfly chips... really, everything was good. Though the deep-fried twinkie oil got stuck in his beard. He then proceeded to basically inhale some cotton candy before finally deciding he'd had enough. Him and Emmanuel needed some time away from all the lights and the noise, and off in the distance he saw a familiar face.

It was Kat! Heck yeah! They knew each other!

And also Eli, and some other guy...

Val stretched a bit before speeding into sort of a gallop, his dog close behind him and panting with its waggling tongue trailing behind it. After all, any chance to exercise is a chance worth taking. His body didn't build itself that way overnight. The waves sounded lovely and the moon left rippling reflections along its surface, the color of a shining pearl. His mother always used to beat him senseless when he spoke of mermaids and magic. ("Satanic stories and myths will not be tolerated in this home, young lady.") But since moving out, he'd grown a love of those strange stories. Sometimes he wished he were a merman instead of a werewolf, but then how would his dog get underwater with him? Maybe they had merdogs too?

"Hey!" Val shouted from down the pier before finally stopping near where Kat and Eli stood, his pooch sitting proudly beside him. "Did you guys try the caramel apples? They're awesome."

He paused, immediately losing that train of thought.

"The wind is real nice tonight, huh? Might let Emmanuel take a swim if he feels like it."

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[JayeTheKat]

Nyaja Cooper
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location: Selene 'pack house' -> near ferris wheel

mood: relaxed yet watchful

with: N/A

tags: N/A

outfit: here

The glorified 'farmhouse' style home a certain young alpha wolf resided in that morning was quite empty aside from a few odd pack members here and there. The home her parents had built during the founding days of Moonlight had slowly been altered to now include plenty of bedrooms to house the pack members when they need someplace to be safe. Nyaja's childhood home was quite literally the 'pack house' of Selene at this point, though she'd long laid claim to the 'attic' area and renovated it into her own safe haven of a bedroom slash study. By now it was less of an 'attic' and more a floor of its own. Now of course, there isn't actually any farm to the farmhouse, the barn that resides on the property more a storage than a home for animals.

That morning on the day of the Moonlight History Festival was not really any different for Nyaja. She spent the first part of her morning talking to the pack members she could find, and being friendly. The rest of the time between then and the festival she spent doing 'business' work in her study. Now there was no way she was skipping the festival mind you. Not only was the majority of her pack going and she'd have to keep an eye on them, but it was a melting pot of fun and danger. Also she was hoping to get a chance to chat with the Sanguis Clan leaders at the festival if she could, though she had a feeling Io would probably be the only one there. Vahid seemed to be less likely to attend as of late. Nevertheless, as the festival started up, she prepared to handle whatever would be thrown at her this year, and have a little fun in the process.

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Brisk pier air paired with the smells and sights of Moonlights most attended festival made all the difference in the mood of the people, vampire, werewolf, and human alike. As Nyaja strolled down the pier without a true aim, she took in the sights and sounds. A smile planted itself on her face as she watched kids running around and having an all out good time. She spotted Eric with a young boy and a man, then quite the gathering out on the end of the pier. Kat and Valentine among them. She made note of those members she saw, always watchful and keeping track of her pack. Especially Valentine, not for a bad reason, but because she hoped to catch him later and maybe chat or play a couple games together. Bond a little with the member she wished would warm up more to her.

Her slow, leisurely pace carried her to the Ferris wheel, where she stood watching the magical sight of the carts moving up among the lights. She didn't intend to get on right away, but instead found herself an open picnic table to sit and enjoy the stick of cotton candy she'd picked up on the way over. One of her favorite festival treats, honestly. She was relaxed and quite at peace with the festival, but also ever mindful to keep an eye on her trouble-making family to amek sure they didn't do just that: make trouble. She had given those she'd seen in the days leading up to the festival a warning to behave themselves, but in the excitement that could sometimes get forgotten.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Azure-Smiley]

Eric 'Abel' Black​

Location: Pier
Mood: Content/Distracted
Interactions: Ethan & Matt
Tags: Nightblade

Dear God, Hotdogs?​

Truthfully how would the guy who had just been sniffing around for fried butter be casting judgment on anyone else's delicacy of choice for the night? The miniature cigarette assassin demanded hotdogs! If nothing else he could keep an eye out for the rest of the pack, fulfill some overdue quota of kindness that he surely owed to the world, and find that damned evasive butter. Eric followed the two leading the charge towards the food stands line at the distracted pace of a child. The harsh, vibrant lights of the festival only seemed to grow gaudier with the suns submission to the far horizon and they would've kept him distracted if it wasn't for Matt's inquiry. He shot a quizzical look at Matt that was cut short at the jarring noise of the rollercoaster rushing past overhead demanding the alerted glare Eric would snap at it silently.

"Hate those things," he'd remark, finding a place a forgiving line that was moving at a steady pace. Not many people wanting hotdogs, I guess. Whether by nature or a less than tactful attempt at avoiding the posed question he offered a cursory glance around the area. Keeping his usual lackluster headcount. "How are you and the kid adjusting?" he'd question the single father bluntly.

Noisy and crowded.

Truthfully he wasn't sure what was more demanding on the ears, the damned machines popping, whirring, ringing or the voices, screams, and cheers of the hive of mirthful attendees? Families, drunkards, lovers and - oh. He was probably staring a hole into the back of the white-haired woman's head but recognizing someone from the back wasn't really a talent of his. Then again, how many people are walking around sporting bright white hair? Unless it was a little old lady. Well fuck, now he wasn't sure after all. The line edged forward a bit causing the rest queue to shuffle forward like mindless-sheep to slaughter. Whether it was the Loner or not he could let it go for today, there was surely shittier people besides the lone wolf enjoying the same night as him.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Katarina Volkov​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mentions: Greg ( D. Rex )
Interactions: Eli ( Cosmo ), Val ( Twin Fantasy )
Outfit: x

Katarina watched the waves drift in for a bit longer before she heard the sound of boots against wood coming in her direction. Her muscles tensed ever so slightly, the sound bringing back the memories of running through the streets of Melbourne, terrified and alone. A man would constantly follow her, always in the shadows, waiting for her make a wrong move, to reveal her wolfish self, to hesitate just long enough for him to come in for the kill. Slowly turning her head, Kat found comfort in seeing a rather handsome man sitting his fishing rod and cooler on a nearby bench. Her hunter hadn't found her, if he was even still alive. She was safe.

Kat turned back to the water, taking another pull from her cigarette and chasing it was a sip of bourbon. Her body slowly returned to relaxtion as she took in deep breaths of the refreshing sea breeze. Her relaxation came to an abrupt end at the familiar voice from behind her. "Eli, my favorite Boiler Room reject. Never thought I'd see you out doing something fun," Kat commented, spinning to face the slightly over-dressed werewolf. She leaned back against the railing, tilting her head as she smirked at him. At the mention of 'mommy,' the Delta stiffened every so slightly. She didn't want to think about her mother.

"Trust me, you can try snitching on me all you want. My mom is not going to answer," Kat replied, her tone sarcastic both to fire back at Elijah and separate herself from any memories of her past. "Unless you plan on telling your mom. In which case, I'm rather flattered you would speak about me to your mother," she continued, teasing him. Saved by the bell, a new yet familiar face joined there little powwow at the end of the pier. Val, a rather young and overly friendly wolf, had stopped beside them, his pup in tow.

Kat never really understood the whole werewolf owning a dog thing. It was odd to her, and she had a lot of questions about it. Nevertheless, she ignored those thoughts for the moment and focused her attention on the Omega. "No caramel apples for me," she responded, a soft smile playing on her lips, "I'm too sweet to need any more sugar in my life." Taking a final drag from her cigarette, Kat dropped it to the pier dock and stamped it out beneath her heeled boot. Returning the sealed flask to her bag, Kat's hazel eyes darted between the two men in front of her. "So are you enjoying the carnival this year?"

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Leonardo Beaumont​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mentions: None
Interactions: Edwin ( Abendrot )
Outfit: x

As Leonardo approached the rollercoasters, he couldn't help but feel delighted by the terrified screams of the patrons on the ride. The large blue rollercoaster had twists and turns, even upside down loops, and went fairly fast for a small pier amusement park ride. Leo could smell the rapid pulses of blood as the hearts of most of the riders raced with adrenaline. He wasn't hungered or bothered by the smell, simply excited that many people seemed to find the ride thrilling. Leo grinned in excitement, determined to sit in the front car.

As he made his way towards the stairs, he heard a lilting voice call his name from behind. The dark-haired vampire turned to find his Prelate, Edwin, standing not too far away with a bright smile on his face. Because smiles were practically contagious, especially one like Edwin's, Leo couldn't help but return the favor with a grin of his own. "Hey Edwin," he said, walking closer to the vampire before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans.

Edwin was an interesting person to Leo. He often wondered what it would be to live for so long and see so much of the world throughout time. Though Leo had been around for over 200 years, that was merely a fraction of Edwin's time there on Earth. Honestly, Leo looked up to Edwin. Since they both had similar childhoods growing up as the sons of rich landowever, Leo respected his wisdom and advice.

At the mention of the rollercoasters, Leo glanced back over his shoulder, noticing the lines of people the snaked back and forth between the red velvet ropes. Leo turned back to Edwin with a smile. "Eh, I'm already hundreds of years old, what's a few more minutes of waiting?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. It was that Leo realized Edwin was alone. Returning his light blue gaze to Edwin's, Leo asked, "Gaspard isn't with you tonight?"

codedbycrucialstar​

 

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Location| Fletcher's Bar, The Pier
Interactions| Rex (NPC)
Outfit| X
Mentions| N/A

It was hard for Dominique to focus on her work at the bar considering the festivities taking place not that far away. As she scrubbed down old wooden tables and flipped the chairs up onto the tabletops, varnish long gone, she could hear the music and the chorus of voices drifting on the wind. As much as Dominique would have liked to have been there right when it opened, she had a business to run that could not be neglected.

Fletcher's had been busy that morning, mostly filled with hunters looking to get a drink or two and study up on the local... Lore, for lack of a better word. The taps behind the bar were constantly flowing, books and documents on werewolves and vampires floated around from table to table. The Moonlight History Festival always brought trouble, and the hunters were always prepared.

Dominique knows all too well how the events of the Festival play out. Mixing three different species who all have a distaste for the others is a recipe for a dumpster fire of a disaster. The tension between the werewolves and the vampires are bad enough, but throw in stupid hunters looking to pick a fight and the situation ends up being so much worse. Most hunters go to keep the creatures at bay and to maybe kill a few while they're at it, but not Dominique. She knows all too well that the creatures aren't the only ones who cause problems. It is, in fact, her kind that deals a lot of damage. Instead of going to the Festival to hunt, she goes to act as a mediator. Most years she arrives and barely has to do anything but there is always a risk of bloodshed- a risk she would much rather thoroughly avoid.

"Are you planning on going to the festival, Rex?" Dominique adds as she finishes flipping up the final chairs. The older man shakes his head, leaning tiredly over the counter.

"I'm much too old for those kinds of festivities, you know that." He chuckles softly, stepping out from behind the counter with a broom. He begins sweeping the wooden floorboards underfoot while Dominique goes to count the till. Rex never was good with money.

"Please, you don't look a day over twenty five." Dominique teases, though she knows that he's right. Rex mentored her father in hunting and later, when her father refused to teach her all the tips and tricks of the trade, taught her as well. Rex had been in Dominique's life for as long as she could remember. While his same gentle spirit and wisdom remained the same, his fire for hunting diminished shortly after Dominique's father was killed on a hunt. Rex helped Dominique renovate her old family home into the bar and hung up his hunting boots for good.

Rex looks over at Dominique and shakes his head, sweeping a large pile of dirt and dust into a dustpan. "I think I'll leave the partying to you youngsters." Dominique slides the till drawer shut and goes to grab the mop. "Why don't you head out? I'll finish up here." Rex offers. Dominique opens her mouth to speak but swiftly shuts it, knowing that there is no point in arguing with the old man.

"Alright, but don't go getting drunk in here without me." Dominique jokes, going to the back room to grab her jacket. She shrugs it on and grabs her helmet from the bench.

"I won't, scout's honour." Rex retorts, sticking his fingers up in a salute. Dominique gives him a quick hug before heading out to the parking lot.

Dominique puts on her helmet and slides onto her motorcycle, cringing at the sudden coldness of the metal against her legs. She checks the time on her watch before revving the engine and taking off towards the fair.

Pulling up in front of the festival, she parks her motorcycle and lodges the helmet on the seat, clipping it closed around a beam of metal. She looks around, the sweet and mildly nauseating smell of carnival food invading her nose and flooding her senses. Children play tag, weaving between booths and light posts, young couples sit with fingers intertwined and heads on shoulders underneath the dimming light, adults sit and chat over large corn-dogs and solo cups of beer. To the naked eye, it would almost seem normal. Dominique scoffs at the thought. Nothing is normal in Moonlight.

Before abandoning her motorcycle, she pats the inside of her leather jacket, feeling around for the long, silver dagger she keeps attached there. As her delicate fingers feel the cold metal beneath her fingers, she decides to head in. What a night this would be.

Dominique grabs a wristband and heads inside. She keeps a close eye on each person who walks past her. Some people, she knew. After all, it was hard not to know your neighbors when you've lived in the same town since birth. Some people she didn't know, and this was unsettling. Were they humans? Were they vampires? Were they werewolves? She couldn't usually tell just from a glance. All she knew is she had to stay on her toes. Dominique heads over to the edge of the pier and leans against the rail casually, looking over the crowds. Hopefully, nothing would be too bad tonight.

That's simply wishful thinking.

Kumari​

 

[Nightblade]

Matt Davenport
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Ethan had been looking around excitedly as we neared the hot dog stand.
In the meantime Matt was eyeing the Doughnut stand, the fried dough and sugar making his stomach rumble.
Turning to Ethan with a grin that dropped years from his face.
"Being completely honest?, its been good since moving here, Ethan has settled in and I have a good job with flexible hours"

Paying for the hot dog, Matt speaks up again.
"What kind of food you feeling?, Those doughnuts are calling out to me"
Matt handed over cash to get a bag of the doughnuts as Ethan sat on a bench to eat.

Looking thoughtful, Matt spoke with Eric.
"Me and Ethan have this small barbeque that we have every so often. Would you and your friend be up for joining us?"
Matt blushed the minute he mentioned the invite
"I mean I just noticed you guys look out for the community and I just wanted to do something to kind of say thanks"

Interations: Azure-Smiley : Eric
Mentions: Rest of the Wolf Pack

 

[D. Rex]

The lid of the glass bottle twisted off with a *snaphiss*, bubbling up the neck just little from its jostling in the cooler from his truck to here. The bottle itself was wrapped in one of those cheap foam coolers, a blue one to be precise. And though it hid the label, the yellow carbonated liquid that could be seen through the glass was evidence enough to what it was.

He took a sip and set it down beside his corndog... you know what he forgot? Mustard. Darn. Oh well. Gregory smiled to himself. Not because of the beer or the corndog, but the thought that, if what was said about this town was trye, that here at this festival he even just this half a mile radius that he was likely surrounded by more supernaturals than he had ever encountered in a given location before. Would that make him the wolf in sheep's clothing that had infiltrated secretive herd?

How daring it was that he didn't even bring his gun. He could have, he had all the appropriate permits for a sidearm and even to concealed carry. But that would taint the illusion he was forming, wasn't it? Besides, he had no intention tonight of getting into a fight. Even should the worst happen and he was confronted by a super, he would simply play the role of a frightened innocent human. Good things come to those who wait, just as it does for those who seize at the opportunity. The opportunity would come, of that he had no doubt.

Right now, however, he just wanted to observe. From his research, the population of the town was growing, and he knew that it was not because of the spreading of supernatural infection. No, the tourist friendly advertising online spoke otherwise. This once little unknown haven was growing in popularity. It was humans now, who were growing the population. This was recent, meaning that he could use the inditinifier of new inhabitant or tourist to cross out those who were likely to be a supernatural.

With a click, he opened his tackle box and pulled out a half a block of cheese in a zip lock baggy. Breaking off a small chunk he he fitted it over the fishing hook. Raising the rod, he gave his wrist a flick and cast the line out into the ocean below. It was amusing to ponder the parallels of fishing to what he was doing here.

Patience being a key factor to both. And like with both, using the innocuous and unthreatening and arguably delicious cover for something much more sinister. Cast into the mid shallows, close enough to shore to take the opportunity to nibble on toes, yet not so close as to be seen. And not so far out in the depths, where the obvious big catches would lurk. All the while watching and waiting, seeing what took the bait. A bait which was easily taken from the hook without taking the fish. A hook, mind you, that was too small to catch anything, allowing the bait to more easily crumble off. As right now, catching things was not his goal either, it was instead to make the fish comfortable feeding without fear of the possibility of being hooked. Instead, his finger on the line, he could feel all the vibrations. Learning the movement of the waves and the current, and learning the gentle tugs and bumps of curious little fishes.

He held the rod in one hand, letting it rest against the pier fence so he didn't have to hold it up. This left him a free hand to enjoy his snacks in peace. And to let his attention wander to the growing crowd on the pier. The mid shallows... where the people who frequented felt most comfortable socializing away from the greater mass of people.

It was the nearest group that was easiest to hear. The rather lovely woman with a cigarette, a sassy young man and a rather innocent seeming young man. Only a few words spoken so far, but Right off the bat it was safe to assume they were locals. They spoke to each other with familiarity, yet there was no evidence that this meeting between them was planned. Nor was their a familial bond between them, judging from the words of the woman.

The woman. 'Kitty Kat', as she was addressed by and responded to without protest. A nickname. Probably short for Catarina, Katie, or some variant. If not, then likely an inside joke instead. But the quickness of the name quip did not hint there was any deep thought put behind it. Kitty Kat, she responded smoothly enough, and she was likely called that enough times to not think twice about it. She dressed respectably, fashionably even. Her words and body language hinting that she had some confidence in herself. Had a few vices, clearly. Smoking being obvious, and it was safe to assume it wasn't water in that flask. She also seemed to have some respect, as she kept her smoking to herself. But this could also be explained by her just wanting a bit of peace. She also wasn't so careless as to throw the cigarette into the ocean when she was done, and instead squashed out the burning cherry. From the way she acted with the two, and that it was the two that approached her, it seemed that she was the prime acquaintance between them. Giving her the highest social standing between the three. The teasing joke about him talking to his mother probably hinted that she saw herself as single or available. Though the tease didn't seem like it was searching for his interest, but instead just as counter to his teasing.

The overdressed young man, also seemed to talk with a confidence about him. He wondered if that was just because of his familiarity with her. Though the way he was dressed, he would assume that he carried himself well, and that he certainly didn't mind getting attention from anybody. He would not yet chalk that up to desperation, rather his personal preference. He spoke well enoigh, and his quick dialogue probably meant he was used to social situations, this also informed by his fine attire. He also is likely more familiar with Kitty Kat than the puppy man is.

Puppy man. He seemed nice enough. From his first words, it did seem he was out here to have fun. He came off as innocent enough. But perhaps that was also an appearance brought on from having a puppy. His words gave him a feeling that he looked for some sort of approval or attention. That or the caramel apples really were awesome. In which case he might have to try them. This though was also landed some credit by him having a puppy. As most men don't exactly walk puppies around in public gatherings if they aren't looking for some sort of attention to come from it. That said, he could indeed just like cute things. He also did seem to be the caring sort, giving that did have an interest in being with his dog. Admirable. His dog being willing to swim also hinted that he likely came to the beach often with said puppy. The pup also seemed happy and we'll taken care of, so he clearly wasn't a negligent owner. Judging from the lack of reaction from Kitty Kat regarding the puppy, it was likely that she had seen him around with it before. So he would wager the man had a certain attachment to the puppy as well.


Some of this observations did come about as he looked over at them. Which he would simply and smile and nod greeting at them should they acknowledge him looking. He would even go as far as kindly touching the tip of his hat.

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"Clever, how long have you been sitting on that one?" Eli asked as he raised a brow. He could almost picture the bartender watching the movie on Netflix or Hulu and deciding to hold onto that as an insult to throw at him down the road, it was touching, in a way, as a good insult took effort to make. People just did not appreciate a good zinger these days, too busy being offended for the sake of offended, but Eli wouldn't complain too much, it sure as hell made his job easier when everyone bruised easily. Eli did his best to look like he had been hurt, but failed miserably, "Well, how rude, I'm always up for fun, its just my fun is a bit different then everyone else's fun. Guess I could get drunk, knock up some random woman and then live in a trailer park somewhere, you know, the American Dream, but shucks, I've never really been one to live up to my full potential. I blame my parents, really."

"I only ever tell mother dearest the best of things," Eli said as he let his eyes jump up to the darkening sky, suddenly interested in not looking her in the eye as the conversation turned to his mother. It tended to bring up swaths of guilt that he didn't feel like facing. No, he'd much rather bury it under piles of spite and resentment then let that bleed out to everyone around him, it was much healthier, and if it wasn't, well, he'd just blame his psychologist as any truly responsible adult would. Eli opened his mouth to go into a lengthy monologue on how smoking was setting a bad example for the kiddos scampering about and that she was a bad person that should feel bad when they were interrupted by the group's slow puppy.

Eli blinked but then gave a snicker at the idea she was 'too sweet', "Right, and I'm a ray of sunshine and no, I'm F-" Eli let the words die off as the puppy jumped to a new subject with that distinct glazed over look in his eyes as if, for just a moment, his brain had ceased working, "And this, children, is why you don't drink when you are pregnant," Eli remarked dryly. The boy was truly as sharp as a hammer, that was probably why he was so happy all the time. Probably something to envy there, being too dumb to be sad or mad. Just happy. Like a puppy. Perhaps he should speak to the kid's dog instead, probably get a more riveting conversation. At least the dog could learn tricks.

"Hey," Eli said as she crushed the cigarette under her foot, "That is littering, that right there is why we can't have nice things. Shameful behavior."

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Vahid sat on the edge of the dark mahogany desk, an overpriced furnishing to complete and overpriced, stuffy room. Bookcases touched the ceiling packed full of books bought from the local store, ordered online as well as dusty tomes from his collection stood tall over any who entered the room. The large piano claimed a corner of the room to itself, facing towards the ornate fireplace that hadn't been lit in some months. An antique gramophone sat on a small stand just feet away from his desk, a relic from... somewhere. It had been a gift from Io, old but with value, it had use. A rather charming, if not clumsy, gesture. One he appreciated even if he did not say so, the large collection of records he had amassed in the following years was testament enough. The afghan rug dominated the rood floor stretching from the desk to the piano, it had seen almost as much as he had over the years, there were stains that littered it, tears and scraps, but he had never considered replacing it. Others had suggested it, he had eve received a replacement as a gift, once, but the rug would stay on that floor as long as he still walked the manor. It barely fulfilled its purpose, the luster and prestige had long since worn away and it was holding together by just a few strands, perhaps there was something sad in relating to an inanimate object, but Vahid did.

The lights from the festival were visible from his perch on the desk, and it had held his attention for sometime now. Vahid had no intention of going, the celebration was for them, for mortals. He would not stop the others from going, from indulging, although he would prefer it if they did not over indulge. He envied them at times, especially, at times like these. The time of the mortals was short, an eye blink, but because of that there was a certain urgency, a wonder that his kind tended to lose. A desire to leave their mark before they faded away. 'The good die young', they said, but Vahid was far too to die young now, he merely existed. A bittersweet realization, it reminded him of the spaghetti westerns he used to watch, but it wasn't the actors or the story that called to him, it was the humble tumbleweed. It merely 'existed', pushed along by nature as it wandered the land. No point, no purpose, no reason, merely there in its lonely journey through time until it either fell apart or ran into something it could not escape.

Even from this distance, his eyes could make out individual people as they wandered through the festival grounds, a small child's large smile as he was handed cotton candy before she plunged her face into the puffy expanse with not a care to manners, a young man's faint blush as he held the hand of a girl he had long held affection for or the group of youths trying, and failing, to win at games desperate to impress one another with their feats, so desperate that they cannot see how they were being played by veteran carnies. This world belonged to them, the humans. His kind merely lived in their shadow, feeding off them, like leeches. The real of the vampires may be large and may stretch across the world, but it was a pale imitation, nothing more. Vahid had always wondered how the wolves saw it. Like him, did they see their world as nothing more then shadow of the mortals? Or did they see their world as the wild and untamed lands that were quickly being claimed by the mortals and were only now forced to intermingle and hide among the mortals in what was once their lands. Well, it was a minor curiosity, nothing more, it wasn't as if he could go and ask the wolves.

A small rap on the door pulled his mind back to his body, and before the voice spoke, Vahid knew who it was. It wasn't just the light steps that had came to the door that had been noted by his subconscious, it wasn't her scent, no, it was the simple knowledge that there was only one being that would come to him on a night like this, Io Polaris. She asked a question she already knew the answer to, a question asked in that sweet voice that made words linger as if the air wasn't quite ready to part with them. Before he could respond, she pushed her way in which didn't surprise him. It had become something of a habit of her's in the five years she had been there, but it made his life a bit more interesting even if he certainly was not going to tell her that.

"Eadwine is Eadwine, and as disappointing as it may be, I am not Eadwine," Vahid said as he looked her over, the pendant that always seemed to hang around her neck was still there, the sweater was an interesting choice, but at least she had tact enough to not wander the festival in an evening gown, something many young vampires had never seemed to learn, but then again, she wasn't a young vampire, "I'm sure the world will do just fine without me," he said and turned his eyes back to the window, tearing them away from hers before they could compel him to action.

Benefactor? He had helped build this town, in a way. Vahid had arrived when it was nothing more then a single dirt road and a handful of homesteads, and now it was this. If he closed his eyes and opened them, would it change once more? Become like New York? For New York was no city, it was no Rome, no Constantinople... It was a factory. A human factory. Would it matter? Not truly. He felt a shiver run down his spine with every tentative step she took, but resisted the urge to look back at her. It was strange as he had long thought his ability to be nervous was gone, but she had a way of surprising him. A light touch on his hand drew his eyes back to hers, and in that moment, he had lost.

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A world he had been watching from afar now surrounded him. The smells, sights and sounds thundered all around him, he could feel the beast in his heart open a baleful eye as the scents, the steady pulsing of blood as hearts beat all around him, but the leash was strong. People he had been watching from far away were now so close that he could reach out and touch them, shatter the illusionary cage he constructed, but would never do. They looked so different up close. More color, more life, more them. Perhaps Io had been right and it was good for him to come out, to walk among them from time to time, to see the world up close and to let it sink in... Perhaps.

Vahid let his eyes fall down to the small woman at his waist, her arm around it and he wasn't sure if it was to stop him from running away or herself. It did make walking a little awkward, but he didn't try to break away. He wasn't sure who needed the contact more, but he wasn't about to deny either of them it. To help complete the image of two people on a date for the festival, he let his arm rest around her shoulders, she had such a large spirit that he often forgot just how small she was. Io cast a large shadow and had a way of filling a room with her presence, yet...

"Would it matter if I said no?" Vahid asked, the corner of his lips lifting ever so slightly as he watched the light dance within those azure eyes, yes, perhaps he should come out just a little bit more.

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