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

[Twin Fantasy]

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[/div][div class=name]❤ rosalyn ❤[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: Moonlight History Fair
mood: Tired...
mentions: Azerothii
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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]God, Ros wasn't... you know. Much of an outdoors person, or a people person, or god forbid, a festival person. But there was one thing festivals were, and it was good publicity. She ran a small business, after all -- taxidermy and fresh chicken eggs. A weird combination of things, but it was working out for her and her small cottage. She'd set up a table where her prized hen stood in a small cage between several large, stuffed raptors and little forest birds.

It was a simple thing, really. A person comes and buys a carton of eggs. As a bonus, they're given a chance to guess her hen's age. If they're accurate within three years, they get their choice of small bird, and if they're completely correct, they get their choice of any bird they want -- from chickadees to eagles. It was working surprisingly well, people in town all loved this kind of kitschy stuff, and tourists obviously liked the idea of a free gift from a stranger. Especially something so odd.

Occasionally the hen would get restless, so Ros was currently taking a break to let Henrietta wander in a safely fenced-in area to graze and nip bugs. (She'd put out a guinea pig playpen, which worked for a hen that was too old to consider escaping.) Confirming that the chicken wasn't going much of anywhere, she decided to cross the path and get some food. Those cookies in buckets looked good...

Dammit. Why was she cursed with fat bitch syndrome?

The line was long. Ros wasn't really sure how long her life was estimated to be, but surely it was long enough that this wouldn't hurt. And it was doubtful that a chicken hawk would fly by at such a crowded event. She'd brought her hunting rifle just in case, which she did have a permit for, for the record, but it probably wasn't necessary. Then again, a lot of these people were smaller than her... she attempted to squeeze through. No luck. Some guy nearly elbowed her nose clean off of her face. She could kinda see towards the back and... Oh, hey, she... sort of recognized that girl. Worked at a bakery that Ros liked to go to.

Not that she would call attention to it. They weren't that close, after all. She turned back, not seeing any suspicious hawk shadows in the distance... This was fine. As long as she didn't pass out on top of everyone.

"Could I have a--" Nope. Man, this place was packed. "Cookie!" She yelled over the small crowd, to no avail. "I have MONEY!" She added. No luck. Damn.
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Minnie"Mini"Celene
Location- House|Fair
Mentions~N/A
Mood-Somewhat Okay
Outfit-Click Me!

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"Yes!"
Mini was ready for the fair,she could already smell the scent of funnel cake from where she was.Mini was excited to take photos of the fair and maybe even have a little fun.But her career kind of needed this fair to boost her credit.These pictures are going to be great!
Mini was scrolled through the pictures while laying on her bed.The pictures were of views,hills,and animals.Some of the things Mini liked to take pictures of.She was scrolling through the others when a picture of a poem popped up.

"Ehh..."

Mini was regretting taking a picture of that it reminded her of her foster home days the poem read:

"Days and Days
Oh how long are these days
I'm hungry and sleepy
I don't know how to pray,
I don't want to tell,
For the fear of switching again
Please don't tell"

Mini remembered this poem to one of the only people who listened to her.Isabella Jones,Mini so loved that girl to bad she broke her heart and left it shattered in million tiny pieces.That what the first person who Mini ever cared about.

Now she was tearing up,Mini wiped her eyes and turned off the camera.Mini couldn't believe she had shared that poem with Isabella.Mini sat up and cleared her face and tied the camera around her waste.Mini grabbed her phone and purse by her nightstand.Mini was going to the fair and going to be happy about it.All Mini wanted was a drink,any kind as long as she forgot what just happened.Mini went to her kitchen and grabbed her keys hanging on a nail by the doorway.Mini was ready to go and she wasn't crying,at least not right now.Mini closed and locked the door as she stepped down the steps and walked straight to her car.Mini looked in her rear view mirror and saw her puffy eyes and red face.All Mini wanted to do was drink her life away.But Mini couldn't be wasted while taking pictures the quality was bad when that happened.Mini started to drive....

Timeskip-Arriving at The Fair:
Finally Mini was at the fair and the smell of candy floss and crisps(Cotton Candy and French Fries France calls them those titles).Mini grabbed her things and stepped out of her car,it was an delicious sensation blowing across her face.It smelled so good!Mini was allergic to the ingredients commonly used in hotdogs so she avoided places who sold them.Mini wanted to ride and rollercoaster so she grabbed a spot behind two people who one thought they were an vampire.By making the comment of them being hundreds of years old.Maybe they were just being extra like most people do in this town.Mini has heard some other people talk about monsters
"Comme c'est drôle"(How Funny)
The person made Mini a little interested.It was impossible but Mini had nothing else to listen to.

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[Azerothii]

Location: Pier , "In A Bucket" Food Stall

Serving: Rosalyn

Mention: Twin Fantasy

Mood: Festive but tired and envious.

Sienna Grey

The crowd of customers felt like they weren't moving at all. Five people left with their orders and seven more would come. It was an endless cycle that left Sienna out of breath, she forgot how exhausting it was besides from enjoying the festive mood. Man! seeing all those people with their snacks made her want to go out on a food trip after working her shift. She heard that the festival was cooking up some weird festive food besides them, and that was the main goal of her trip to the pier. (Besides making lots of money with her baking that is..)

The shouts of numerous customers were getting louder as the front line started scooping up the freshly baked cookies into the bucket like fries before being served. One of the customers grabbed a bite of the cookie from the bucket while shifting their back away from the crowd. People could already see the warm good chewiness of the cookie and slight fudge from the chocolate chips, even the fresh scent of baked cookies was enough to allure others to the point of impatience. And thus the workers were pressured on speeding up the process to serve as many people as possible until they almost ran out of freshly baked cookies to sell on the front lines. It took minutes before the line started moving until the next customers were ready to be served.

"Next batch is ready!!" Sienna shouted from the back and rushed through with a tray or two of hot cookies from the oven. She swore that she would even smell like chocolate chipped cookies after this as she settled the tray on the front counter, only to be faced with one of the customers waiting in the front lines. Sienna swore she could have seen her before but smiled brightly instead despite the flour dusted on her cheeks and hands.

God she couldn't wait until her shift is done-

"Welcome to the Pier miss! Buying a bucket of cookies? Four dozen of them for $16 !" Sienna greeted the woman and started wearing plastic gloves from the pocket of her apron quickly.

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[Abendrot]

Edwin​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mood: Desirous
Interactions: Leonardo
Tags: MadiRaiCat
Clothing: X

Upon hearing his voice, the slender Frenchman turned towards Edwin and he recognized at once that peculiarity in his eyes. He had remained youthful and spirited despite the weight of centuries on his shoulders. Most vampires carried the look of agelessness about them; young-seeming, yet at the same time not. Smooth-skinned, but with expressions too mature for youth, eyes that have seen too much. Not him, though. Leonardo was as energetic now as he must have been then, and Edwin found that refreshing in a fellow Child of the Night.

“Gaspard is not with you?” Leo inquired.
Edwin shot back a wry smile. “He’s holding down the fort for tonight. I suppose the novelty of the carnival has worn off for him. Probably for the best, though. His poor heart couldn’t handle seeing this much game in one spot.” he answered, idly gesticulating towards the herd of mortals lined up for the roller coaster.

A long time ago, their collective scent would have driven him into a monstrous blood rage, their hearts thumping and veins pumping and arteries jumping. Now all he felt was this dull twinge, the kind of pull at the heart brought on by nostalgia and apathy. He didn't need their blood to sustain himself; he craved it the way a drunk spends their days hunting for another cask of wine or ale to drown themselves into an unconscious stupor.

I've lived too long, he thought. So many of us have lived too long

Adopting a somewhat more serious air, Edwin leaned over and canted his head to the side, as if he were about to tell the most secret of information. "Truth be told," he said, "I was hoping I could catch a quick drink here with the boys."
Or twenty
"I was wondering if you were partaking this evening."

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Norta Arbrook

Still leaning up against the railing, Norta took a measure of the woman next to her, noting that her eyebrows weren't white. For a moment, had she really thought people had white hair? A bit rusty on the human contact, eh Norta? she thought to herself. Although, despite the rust on her social skills, she certainly noticed that Celestine didn't stare at her scar, or even make mention of it, something which certainly drew Norta's attention. Either she's really good at masking her emotions, or she knows the feeling of being looked at like that herself, though Norta figured it better not to ask her, least not in public.

She listened to the woman's explanation for her solitude, and let her gaze follow the woman's hand to gesture out to the ocean. Norta watched the sun set, casting the water in red light, almost a sea of blood. Would be blood if the vampires win, she mused to herself, turning her gaze back to Celestine. The comments on food drew a small grin from the Huntress, and Norta nodded her assent. "Agreed, it is hard to imagine how one could bare to eat such things. I'd not be surprised if they tried to fry the grease too," she jested. "And it does get quite loud, though I find it... comforting almost. Just the sight and sounds of people enjoying themselves." She paused, cocking her head slightly, looking to the woman with an even gaze. "I'd figure you don't mind it either, seeing as you showed up at the festival in the first place."

"Not too cold, but you're welcome to go inside. Might stay here a while and look over the ocean." She paused, a grin touching her mangled lips. "Well... I wouldn't say it bothers me... more that I'm unused to all the noise. Prefer some peace and quiet, but I do like seeing people so happy, so alive. Just... takes some getting used to, you know?" Norta said, choosing her words with care as leaned against the railing, eyeing the goings-on of the festival as a whole.

To be fair, she was mostly telling the truth. A long life as a hunter keeps one from enjoying the simpler things, and spending much time in the company of others, and she did sometimes wish she'd just lived a normal life so she could have enjoyed things like this, but alas, things simply are as they are, and she carried the mantle of the Raven, one she would eventually pass on to another who could carry the mission onward, cleaning this world of creatures of the night.

 

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Location| The Pier
Interactions| no one yet
Mentions| n/a
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As more and more people start piling into the fairground, Dominique keeps a closer eye on what is happening. She recognized some people, local citizens of the human and supernatural variety, but many were newcomers. Dominique frowns slightly, furrowing her brow. She wondered why anyone would want to come and visit such a small, quiet little town. It wasn't like big cities like New York City or Los Angeles with famous celebrities and big, flashing signs. Moonlight has its charms, of course, but so many visitors come without knowing the truth behind the little town. Would people still visit if they knew that the people that they speak with while on their little city getaway would want to eat them for dinner?

With little to nothing major happening, Dominique slips away and heads over to a vendor. She purchases a beer and pops the cap off with a bottle opener on her key chain. She takes a long swig and allows the cool liquid to sooth her throat. With her drink in hand, she heads over to the edge of the Pier where it is less busy and leans against the railing. The wind tousles her hair as she looks down at the splashing water below. She wondered quietly what it would be like to attend this festival for fun, not for work purposes. Dominique sighs and takes another swig, waiting for something remotely interesting to happen. In theory, she could leave. But with Dominique's luck, that is just when the party would get started.

Kumari​

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Katarina Volkov​

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

Katarina smirked softly at Eli, noticing the slight change in demeanor as he specifically looked away at the mention of his mother. Kat knew she had gotten under his skin for a moment, even if it was only briefly. Glancing over at Eli as he said he was a ray of sunshine, she couldn’t help but roll her hazel eyes. “I mean your face is rather blinding,” Kat answered, her tone teasing yet ambiguous. She knew the phrase could be interpreted in different ways, and it would be fun to watch the internal battle in Eli’s eyes as he tried to discern which one she meant.

Glancing slightly at Val, Kat couldn’t help but smile ever so softly. He was a sweet guy. He may not have all the instincts of a wolf, a bit more similar to a golden retriever than a ferocious beast of the forest. But Val was kind and friendly, and the pack needed more variety than just smart-talking, rip-your-face-off wolves. It reminded Kat that there was more to being a werewolf than painful shifts, hard-to-control rage, and constantly needing to lint roll everything you owned. And she really appreciated Val for that.

Kat turned her gaze towards Eli again, fully expecting him to say something sarcastic and jabbing again. And she wasn’t disappointed. “Shameful behavior, huh? The handsome guy in my bed last night said the exact same thing. He sounded a bit more excited about it though,” she shot back, winking playfully at Eli. It was fun to see him flustered, and she hoped that her words would have that effect on him. It was then that the hairs on the back of her hand stood up, letting her know that someone was watching her. It was something she had begun doing at the end of her time in Australia, a defense mechanism to keep her alive.

Kat glanced around, momentarily distracted as she felt a sense of panic settle in her chest. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay calm. She was a Delta after all, and she could let her emotions cloud her judgement, especially in front of her friends. Her hazel eyes met those of the handsome man across the pier who was fishing. From the scent in the air, she knew he was a human. So he was probably just people watching. Kat offered him a pretty smile and a nod, before turning her attention back to Val and Eli.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Leonardo Beaumont​

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

Leo tilted his head at Edwin’s smile, seeing an emotion there that he couldn’t really decipher. Edwin had many years on Leo, and it was easy to see the maturity in his eyes juxtaposed next to the youthfulness of his body. Leo had seen him and Gaspard together a few times in the last few months, and assumed they were a thing. However, he also knew all too well that romance and love didn’t last very long for vampires.

Leo had plenty of experience with conflict, anger, and sadness. During the French Revolution, 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.

Leo was brought back to the present from his thoughts by Edwin leaning closer, almost secretively. For a moment, Leo wondered if he was about to tell him clan business or something, but was pleasantly surprised by the almost playful tone of Edwin’s voice. He wanted to grab a few drinks with “the boys,” as he referred to them, and Leo took his questioning tone as an invitation to join. Glancing back over his shoulder at the still-lengthening rollercoaster lines, Leonardo decided that those could wait until another time. “Sure, I’d love to. I don’t know if the makeshift bars here have enough selection though,” he answered, referring to blood.

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[Twin Fantasy]

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[/div][div class=name]✿ valentine ✿[/div][div class=info style=display:none][div class=scroll2]location: pier
mood: good!
mentions: MadiRaiCat Cosmo D. Rex
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[/div][/div][div class=content][div class=scroll1]"You really oughtta try 'em, Kat. Or at least the deep-fried oreos." Val grinned, wiping his lips a bit, as some lone bits of grease and crumb still stuck to his face, which was embarrassing. Eli spoke. Val, at some level, knew that Eli thought he was a moron. To some extent, Eli thought everyone was a moron, but Val in particular, it seemed. What, because he was nice and maybe the teensiest weensiest bit attention-deficit? Not everyone simply wanted to watch the world burn. Especially when there was still so much Val didn't understand about it, and all the museums he hadn't yet gone to...

"I don't think my birth ma drank while pregnant, but I also dunno who she is." Still chipper as ever. Maybe his "real" mother did do that, but if she did, he'd probably have some brain damage or something... Wait, that was the joke, wasn't it? Well jeez. Not wanting to be the oversensitive one who ruins everything, Val jokingly pouted, pushing out his lower lip. "I don't even drink! Then I think I'd be much worse off. Those people get into car crashes and stuff, imagine being drunk as heck, tryn'a walk my dog, and he walks me into PetSmart and starts tearin' open bags of IAMS and I'm just totally cool with it, and then I owe 'em like, a hundred thousand dollars. It can't be THAT good, Emmy!"

He'd actually tried dog food before. It did taste much better when you were a dog, but still nothing compares to an old-fashioned grilled steak. One time he'd come to from a shift and realized he'd eaten all his leftovers. Which was an issue, because that was supposed to be his dinner that day.

"I'm havin' fun, though. There's some lady with a chicken out there! I would'a checked what she was selling, but Em thought it looked real tasty and tried t' yell at it a little." Emmanuel was sat politely on his haunches. Val gave him a little treat and a pat on the head in return for his good behavior. "He can sit, but he's still learnin' not to yell at chickens and cats and stuff."

Val noted Kat's wayward glance. It was directed at... some dude!

"You lookin' at that guy?" He was cute, but Val had given up on finding a boyfriend in this town. A good 75% of the dudes around here were straight, and the ones that weren't seemed to freak out once they heard Val was trans. Even though it was the first thing he'd written on his account for that dating site... And ChristianMingle didn't even HAVE the option to be gay. Can't a man both entrust his fate in the hands of the lord and like boys? "You should go talk to him, it'll be fun!" Regardless, Val always loved to make new friends. "We can all watch 'em fireworks together!"
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[Cosmo]

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"What can I say? I am a handsome man," Eli said as he looked between the two, blinding indeed. He knew what she probably meant, but where was the fun in letting the insult land when he can use it as a compliment to his lovely self? The puppy was... Eli sometimes wondered how he functioned as his mind seemed to jump from point to point without fully grasping the point he landed on. It was.. odd. From not being sure his mother drank, and Eli wasn't sure why he had taken that so litterally, to the fact he didn't drink to a drunken wolf stumbling into PetSmart, it was an odd series of jumps. It reminded him of a child who kept repeating new questions and was unable to stay on topic long enough to figure out what the topic even was, Val was not the sharpest tool in the shed, honestly, Eli doubted he was even in the shed anymore, but he was a nice kid just... not all there.

It was fun, in a way. Talking to them and just making jabs at Kitty Kat even if it wasn't in the normal setting, and then she had to ruin it. Because of course she did, she was a werewolf and if there was anything their kind was good at, it was fucking things up, or fucking someone else. For a moment, just a moment, he wasn't at some silly festival, he was back 'home'. His brother telling him about his recent conquest, some silly girl who thought he was serious, who had a pregnancy scary but she'd be so lucky as to carry the seed of a 'true' alpha. Of his mother crying herself to sleep as his father returned home smelling of another woman. Werewolves didn't care what they fucked so long as they got to fuck something. Didn't matter who they hurt so long as they got to have fun, after all, what did it matter since they lived for so long? Might as well live a little and everyone else who wasn't part of their little club who were also fucking everything could go straight to hell. But this hurt.

Eli felt betrayed, which made no real sense, or perhaps it did. He hadn't expected that of her, he made jokes about it, after all, she was the beautiful bartender, but he had thought more of her. A small voice that said she was different, not like the rest and that was why he liked picking fights with her. The fact she was no different then the rest hit harder then it should, like some sad little hunter with nothing better to do then obsessing about the lives of others had put a blade into his heart, and through it all, a small voice merely said, told you so.

"Well, apparently, he was into used hardware," Eli said sharply, he glanced to Val then back to Kat, "Val, try and stay away from Katarina, you're too young to find out which STD's stick," well, none of them did, but that took nothing away from the barb.

"I'm going that way," Eli said pointing off in a random direction of the festival, "So..." He turned on his heel and walked in the direction, content to let the anger and bitterness in his heart fester as he often did. Later, he would find some people to take it out on, one barb at a time. Because that was how he handled things productively. At least he'd get to have fun messing with his therapist soon, that always cheered him up.

Twin Fantasy MadiRaiCat
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Celestine Auger

location: pier edge|tags: Azure-Smiley SirDerpingtonIV

At the mention of frying grease, Celestine make a gagging noise and stuck her tongue out for emphasis. She doubted that was even a thing, but she could imagine if it was. It'd be absolutely horrible for everyone involved, yet so many people would buy it for the sake of just doing it. Another smile soon followed behind the fake gag, Celestine turning to keep her back pressed against the railing. The sun had set fully by now, leaving the lights of the pier far brighter than before. Her white locks seemed to attract the bright rays, almost illuminating the woman as she stood there. Speaking to Norta was a good distraction, even if she didn't actually know her name. Only minutes ago, she had become worried about her job once again. But now, she didn't even need to think about it! None of her clients seemed to be here, but even if she spotted them...She'd just make a point to avoid them. Especially Eli. He seemed to make it his goal to twist up her words or mess with her, and she couldn't even begin to imagine what he may do outside of an actual session.

Listening to the woman speak some more, Celestine couldn't help but tilt her head in thought. No matter the time or place, Celestine's inner psychologist always came out. The way she spoke, carefully plucking her words to form a short sentence...Like most people, she wasn't exactly giving the full story. Not many wanted to, which was understandable. Especially to a stranger they're having a bit of small talk with. "Well...People tend to crave some sort of interaction from others, even if it's not direct. Us humans are just very social people in the end, it's how we function. Unlike, say, a bear, we aren't solitary creatures. I actually wrote my thesis on that sort of thing," she commented loosely, tilting her head back to gaze up at the stars that were starting to wink into sight. "Even if we have some sort of antisocial personality, we tend to enjoy seeing others happy or having fun. That can be enough for some people, to recharge," she suggested, looking over to Norta again with a slight smile. While this wasn't a therapy session, Celestine just couldn't help herself. It was a good conversation topic for those who enjoyed that sort of thing, though many were scared of it. The mind was an enigma, and people are hesitant to unravel it all. Sometime, they're even just scared of their own mind.

"I might go enjoy a ride, actually. It was lovely talking to you, I don't see many people willing to strike up a conversation these days," she finally said as she pushed off the railing, her hand dropping down into her topic. "This may come as a surprise, but-" She paused, pulling out her business card to hand to the woman. With it, her name and profession was listed. A phone number and address were also present, though it was likely her place of business. "I'm a psychologist in town. Now, I'm not recommending you need therapy, that'd be awfully rude of me. But if you ever want to talk again, you can just call that number or send a letter to my office. I'm there a lot more often than my own home, so I'm much more likely to get such a thing," she finally said, offering a smile. She always wanted to clarify she wasn't pushing therapy onto someone whenever she passed them a card, given the nature of her job. It was just far easier to have a little piece of paper with all her contact information on it instead of prattling it out every time. With that, she'd give Norta a polite wave and head off deeper into the crowds. Her bright hair was a beacon as she moved, bobbing along the crowds like a bright fish in a school of sardines.

Once she had moved into the crowd again, her fingers fell down to the purse at her side. While she wasn't exactly hungry, she was growing rather thirsty. Most of the food stands seemed to offer lemonade, and she rather liked the puckering drink. It was just enough sugar for her to enjoy, but not enough to make her toes curl in disgust. The sour lemon was the much needed refresher after. Celestine often found herself making lemonade at her home, though she included much less sugar than people enjoyed. Her head tilted downward to look inside the mess of her bag, a frown crossing over her lips. When had it become so dirty in this thing? Surely she had just cleaned it out the other day. With her gaze locked onto the contents of the purse, her feet kept moving forward and forward towards the line of the hotdog stand. She had noticed the sign for it, but she was no longer looking where she was going. In only a few more seconds, and with a determined and hardy walk, Celestine nearly slammed into a man standing in line. Her eyes widened instantly as she stumbled forward towards him, then backwards a bit as her hand reached up to grip his elbow for support. A nervous laugh bubbled up, before her gaze raised upward to apologize. "Oh my, I wasn't even looking where--"

The words died in her throat, her golden eyes slowly widening. Staring up at Eric, all she did was swallow thickly. So much for avoiding pack members tonight. She had just managed to run into the most loyal one, besides the Alpha herself. And Mr. Eric didn't like her at all.

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[Azure-Smiley]

Eric 'Abel' Black​

Location: Pier
Mood: Irritable
Interactions: Ethan & Matt|Celestine
Tags: Nightblade

Amusement was his initial reaction to Matt's ill-placed compliments. Yet that did not sway Eric from taking the opportunity to crow about his imagined benefit to the community. "Yeah, that is us." he said smoothly. Browsing over the spare foods sold at the stand his expression conveyed some vague interest. "All about our community." Truthfully, Eric would be the first to brag about his own justified vigilante commitments to the 'community'. Then again it was all about perspective wasn't it? What one may call senseless destruction another may see as justified retribution.. or at least chaotic justice, right? The subtle clinking of metal within his jacket pocket offered a reminder to the man but sounded akin to common loose change.

"Actually if you're feeling like asking.." Eric said only to motion Matt towards the end of the pier. "I think that's them over there. Go introduce yourse--."

He probably saw her before he felt the dull thud against his side. White in his peripheral vision only to be replaced by the image of her golden gaze caught by the icy glare he supplied for her interruption.

Eric was angry.

Surely she did it on purpose.​

She's looking to pick a fight.​

To be fair she started it.​

The festive buzz of blabbering people snapped him from the fleeting thoughts of blame and growing excuses that built the foundation for his ill-kept behavior. And like the charlatan he was he put on his most convincing smile fore Matt and his son. "Yeah, you two go ahead. I'll catch up."

"Woooow, so crazy to see you here. Haven't seen you since that last time."He chirped at the white haired woman like an old friend, though he was was surely referencing their last spat. Eric was pretty sure she sucker punched him. He thinks. It was sort of a clusterfuck, anyone could've hit him and blamed it on her. He hooked his arm through Celestine's like two old buddies elbow in elbow before abandoning his post in line and attempting to herd the lone wolf out of earshot at least. He was going to do what he did best; be an asshole and fish for a fight.

"You know you didn't have to bump into me to apologize."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Katarina Volkov​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Mentions: None
Interactions: Eli ( Cosmo ), Val ( Twin Fantasy )
Outfit: x

Katarina watched Eli's expression for a reaction, a smirk playing on her lips. But that smirk faded when she saw anger and something that seemed like hurt flash in his eyes. For a moment, Katarina felt a bit guilty. Though they usually try to get under each other's skin, she felt as though maybe she went a little far this time. But as quickly as the feeling of guilt came, it was replaced by one of confusion. Why should Kat feel bad about what she said, and why had it hurt Eli? She honestly couldn't really think of any reason. But then again, Kat didn't really know his back story all that well. Neither one of them were really open to share about their pasts.

Nevertheless, Kat considered apologizing. That is, until Eli opened his big mouth again. Used hardware? STDs? Kat's blood began to boil, rage filling her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, clenching her hands into fists to prevent herself from a wolfish outburst. After all, there were innocents around, and Kat needed to keep herself in chef. Once she was sure she wouldn't rip Eli's throat, Kat opened her eyes, her lips parted with a harsh response. But Eli had already turned and walked away back into the festival.

"What an asshole," Kat said to no one in particular. "What the hell is his problem?" she asked, turning to Valentine in hopes that he might have some sort of answer. Before she could get one, a loud boom sounded from behind her, followed by a crackle. Turning around, Kat's mood immediately improved by the bright firework lights that filled the sky. The local fire department created a show every year for the festival, and this one was just as gorgeous as the last. The sky filled with blues, greens, reds, skillfully timed to the pop song that had been chosen for the background music this year. The lights had a calming effect on Kat, and she lit up another cigarette as she leaned against the pier railing, watching the lights fill the sky.

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Celestine Auger

location: pier edge|tags: Azure-Smiley

Widening her eyes even more, Celestine was unsure what to say or do. If only this happened a year ago, she'd have no issue screeching and slamming her fist right into his nose. If she beat them all once, surely she could do such a thing again. Maybe she could even head-butt him and scream that he touched her. (Though, that'd just be morally wrong. Punching him straight up would be more appropriate.)

But she just couldn't hit him. They were in the middle of a line, and people were now watching. She really did not need to be arrested for assault, that'd doing nothing good for her clinic. Just the conversation that'd incite...

"Oh, you'd love my therapist!"

"You mean the one that punched someone in front of several children for seemingly no reason?"

Snapping out from her thoughts, Celestine didn't have any more time to think about the matter. Eric was hooking his large arm through her own, leading her away from the crowd. A soft growl left the back of her throat, the noise beast-like and inhumane. Though most people wouldn't be able to hear it, Eric was likely to pick up such a warning. After all, it was directed towards him. If he was going to try and lead her away to some hidden cove to duke it out with her, she was making it very clear she'd have no issue doing such a thing. Celestine didn't consider herself a violent person, but people like him tended to bring out the worse in her. Just that little part she tried to hide, always and always.

Raising her sharp gaze up to glare at Eric, she twisted her arm free from his grasp once they were a good bit away from a crowd. A loud huff followed, and she brushed it off as if he had gotten the sleeve dirty. Her arms then crossed, her gaze narrowing at him. She just needed to remain calm, but it was becoming increasingly hard to do so with the fireworks popping off in the background. Her fingers were slowly curling into her arm as she tried to cover up how sharp her nails were becoming.

"I have nothing to apologize for. Don't ever touch me again without my permission, or I'll make sure you're missing both your ears," she threatened in a low voice, the cheery therapist gone in an instant. While her buttons were nearly impossible to push with normal humans, werewolves had that special charm. They reminded her of everything she hated, and the pain that was brought to her because of them. It may not be Eric's fault, but he was surely part of the issue.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Norta Arbrook

The Huntress smiled with her ruined lips, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "What? Not a fan of fried grease?" she asked teasingly, taking a bit of amusement from the woman's over-exaggerated reaction. The woman seemed interesting, hard to read when she didn't purposefully make expressive emotions, and the Raven was no social genius, so she'd best not try and read the woman at all. However, she was certainly interesting. "It's amazing, what crimes we Americans can commit in a kitchen," she added with a lopsided grin.

Of course, her words held another meaning, one that flashed in her memories. A high-class restaurant, a vampire caught unawares, and her gun. She'd killed creatures of the night wherever they lie, though she had to admit that was her only kill in a kitchen. Another hunter may have done something more with that, but Norta was simple. Efficiency was her best weapon, and if she could take down prey with one bullet and no struggle, than she'd happily take that over the alternative, and in this town, with all the forest, and the likely well-entrenched locals, she knew it'd be a lot more hunt, a lot more struggle. She couldn't just open a back door, walk into a kitchen and splatter a leech's grey matter across the wall like fucking Picasso. No, it'd take a lot more work here, finding their lairs, mapping out the woods to deal with the wolves, and creating enough... tools to take down wherever the vampires holed themselves up.

Wolves would move at the first sign of trouble, to surround you, to pin you down and tear out your throat. They were hard to predict, and the Raven had to be careful, and ensure she could find them alone, otherwise she wouldn't have much luck. But vampires, they holed themselves in deep, like termites. Had to be smoked out or they'd never go away. Luckily for Norta, she'd learned well enough how such things could be done, and her teacher was the basement of an accounting firm run by the leeches. Tunnels and small concrete rooms, for hundreds and hundreds of feet down under that place. It'd taken her three months to clear the infestation, with poisonous gas and fire. They'd been stubborn, and held out to the end, but the patient hunter ultimately won out.

"Suppose all we people need interaction, else we'd go mad," Norta commented, looking up to the newly-appearing stars as well, following the woman's gaze. They were good tonight, with good light. It was always a wonder how clear the skies could be out in places like this, over the eternal smog of cities. She'd never been a country girl, but the sight of stars always brought her just a bit of comfort. Norta returned her gaze to the earth as the woman spoke again, making observations about her. "I'd agree. It's good to... recharge with some good company, or just being around others."

As the woman announced she was leaving, Norta simply nodded. "I've no business card to hand you myself, but I do hope you have a good night. I'm Norta, by the way." She took the business card offered to her and gave it a glance, noting the occupation. "Had you figured for someone like this, with the thesis and all," she commented with a nod, before pocketing the card. "Ah, I trust you're not referring me to therapy, I'll keep the card. Maybe we can talk again some other time." Norta stayed at the pier as the other woman left, and the Huntress watched her depart, her silver-crowned head disappearing into the crowd.

Norta leaned up against the railing, gripping the iron bar on both sides of her body, fingers tightening around it as Norta let out a sigh, eyes scanning the crowd for prey... or further conversation.

 

[deer]

Thalia Schwartz​

“Get your things, sunshine. We’re going hunting.”

Run. Run as fast as you can. Or the creatures of the night will take you away.

A few thousand miles away from Moonlight, Oregon, the whispering of the trees and the rustling of the leaves echoed through the woods as critters ran to and fro, heart pulsing frantically to hide away. Unbeknownst to the poor, mindless creatures, predators can become preys, hunters become hunted, and my, she loved when the circle of life came full circle. The dark-haired female waited for days on end to seek redemption the moment she fell into the never-ending abyss, alas, prayers were cheap shots, bogus conspiracies for hope. Whatever higher being above, if there was one, never listened to her, unpredictable like tidal waves as the shores continuously fell in and back.

The taste of iron flared through her nostrils as one-by-one she observed from afar, making sure the fledglings had their fill before succumbing to the humanity’s whims. The humans were hosting some grandeur event to honor their town. How interesting. Her lips curved up as she thought of such tributes. Oh, if only they knew what exactly went on. It was cute, seeing how oblivious they were. She once was like that - ignorant and too innocent. Stupidity played a major factor, but, regret and guilt would never do anyone justice nor would it turn back the hands of time.

Time. An invention by the humans to understand their life span? Or just another idea to keep order than chaos. But, her thoughts were interrupted as she glared at a foolish move one of the newbies made. Was that horror of realisation of what he’s done? Guilt-stricken? With a groan and a quick step, she was close to the hesitant male.

“Pick your poison. You either exist another day or be prosecuted by others not as kind as us.” She warned, grabbing the wiggling creature from the boy’s hand. “Finish and end its misery.” The vampiress had to admit, the small critter had guts. A second thought passed through her mind of her time locked up before she quickly shook her head, turning her attention towards Soo Min. At least she was better than Mikael.

Making her way to the female vampire, Thalia spoke lowly, “I like you, probably a “god”-send after being with all these boring croons for so long. But, if you continue as you are now, let’s just say, your pretty head is too nice to see vanish. I can’t have you leaving so soon, now can I? So, listen well.”

After instructing Soo Min on the “how-to” and what to do and not to do - there were weak points to every animals, it was only a matter of quickly finding it and understanding it’s habits of where how it moves and to where.

“Go, angel. Get it. Show me what you're capable of.”


Don't be afraid, pet, it'll be alright. It won't hurt.

A warm shower. A favorite past time of hers. After the quick run to make sure those thirsty newborns were well situated, Thalia sighed to herself finally getting time for herself for a moment before dressing in a casual attire for the festival. All she wanted to do was find some alcohol and release some more adrenaline that was ignited in her. Why was she stuck babysitting the fledglings was beyond her but it gave her something to do at least. Regardless, at least she could finally get some time to play and who better to tug along with her than Soo Min.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this so soon, missy. You’re coming with me.” Thalia called out towards her before leaving the mansion. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be! Besides, you might like it . . brings back "awesome" memories.” She finished dryly.

Soon, the two arrived at the festival and as much as the flashing neon lights were supposed to attract her in, the screaming yells of the kids, and disgusting smell of the food, it only made her want to turn around and find the nearest bar to drown herself in. Shaking her head, she sighed, “Damn, so this is what it’s come to?” She rhetorically questioned to herself before making her way onwards, trying to locate the nearest stall that sold booze.

But, before Thalia could continue her hunt, she stopped, noticing a captivated female in front of her, standing in the middle of the way she was going. She could move around her, but deciding to be social, a small grin displayed on her face. With furrowed brows, Thalia shook her head, “Been to a carnival before?” She called towards her before giving a small wave.

However, before Thalia could say anymore, flirt or what have you, the sound of fireworks started and beautiful array of colours painted the night sky. Thalia looked up, taking in the small performance as she gave a small “hm”, not necessarily impressed but decided to just enjoy herself for a bit.

interactions: Soo Min [ Stardust Galaxy ] , Callie [ apolla ]

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

Name Here
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location: Moonlight History Festival

mood: Happy

with:Eli

tags: Cosmo

outfit: X

The Moonlight History Festival was something taken out of a movie or a book with all the lights and rides, the sound of the giggles of the kids or the screams of the scared people that were riding the rollercoaster resonated in Juliette's ears. She felt like she was in a movie and something wonderful was about to happen to her just like the characters of every romance book she has read or at least that's what I was hoping that would happen to her and she needed to stop reading so many books.

Juliette couldn't be happier to be at the festival she lost the count of how many cotton candy and popcorn she had eaten or how many times she has ridden the roller coaster or how many times she has seen the same view of the festival while being at the top of the Ferris wheel, she was living the best moment of her life and the memories would always be there but even if she was happy she would have loved to be here with her brother, even if it has been years since he died Juliette still remembered like it happened yesterday but she knew her brother would be mad at her if she spent the rest of her life being sad about it and not enjoying it even if he wasn't there.

After some time of being at the Festival, Juliette realized that she hasn't seen any of the members of the pack she wasn't sure if that was good or bad it was better to be together due to the hunters although she thought nothing like that would happen that night, there were innocent people and it would cause I big commotion to have someone being killed in the middle of a festival.

But even if there was the possibility that something could happen to her she felt free even if she had to fake to be a human in order to not caught the attention of a hunter she was enjoying being on her own although she was jealous of seeing the ones who were real humans, they were able to live their life without worrying that someone could kill them but mostly she was jealous that they could be with someone, it wasn't like the members of the pack hated love but they were to busy trying to protect their lives from the hunters and the rivalry with the vampires so love was not their main thought but for Juliette it was, she wanted to know what was to love someone and being able to be with that person without the fear of losing it due to a hunter or a vampire.

She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that Eli was coming in her direction, he seemed angry and that caught Juliette's attention she hated that the pack had problems and she tried her best to avoid them and make everyone get along since they were the closest thing she could call family after she lost her brother.

"Eli! What happened? you seem quite angry, here have some popcorn eating always helps to make someone happy and you seem you need someone to cheer you up" the girl said to the angry guy hoping that her attempt would help him to not be that angry, just after she said that she heard the fireworks and turn to look at them "Eli, look at the fireworks, aren't they so pretty? With all their different color and sizes?" Juliette said excited, even if she would have dreamed of seeing the fireworks with a special person, someone that was nice and kind to her and they would share a special moment together afterward but she wasn't expecting at all she would be seeing them with Eli who seemed really pissed this was for sure far away from her dream, maybe she needed to stop reading so many romance books.

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[Athens]

♡

Morgan Ciar​

Location: Food stall
Scenario: Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
With: Sienna, Rosalyn
Mentions: N/A
Tags: Azerothii Twin Fantasy

"Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.”​

Festivals always managed to bring out a sort of gleeful, child-like joy in Morgan. Having a childhood that consisted mostly of training to be a killer meant that Morgan, unfortunately, had to sit out on all the staple "childhood" experiences... Like festivals... Or sleepovers... Or birthday parties that didn't end with being gifted mint condition, silver throwing knives. The only times Morgan actually got to walk amongst then liveliness of the festival-goers was to act as a lookout while her father or grandfather "took care of" a target in a shadowy corner and disposed of their body in Moonlight's waters...

Her morbid kiddie years aside, now that Morgan was an adult, she could indulge in all the things that she missed out on without being stopped by her no nonsense, hunter parents. And, boy, was there a lot for her to indulge in; it was overwhelming, really. Morgan felt akin to Charlie in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory or Alice in Wonderland gazing from beneath the glittering, multicolored lights at a multitude of things just waiting to be explored but not knowing with what wonder she wanted to start. There were tacos in a bag (which didn't seem like that big of a deal until Morgan discovered there weren't actual tacos involved in this whole bagging scenario), multiple vendors selling ice cream (too bad they didn't catch her when she first moved out on her own and binged in so much frozen dairy that the remaining tubs in her freezer render her physically ill just at the sight of them), fried sticks of butter (it sounded so revolting that her interests were peaked), and huge buckets full of nothing cookies. Inspired by her newfound freedom of choice, but not wanting to go to far off into the deep end, Morgan decided that her best choice to not end up with a sugar hangover was to buy an entire bucket of cookies —sound logic.

The crowd swarming the food stall was a bit much not only for a dozen or so cookies, but for Morgan in general. In any other scenario, she likely would have turned around and sauntered of to some other awfully big adventure, but it was her first time actually going to the festival to enjoy it and, god damn it, she wanted to enjoy it eating cookies. Using an array of maneuvers involving easing her way through slots of space between people and tripping those who wouldn't move out of her way, it wasn't long before Morgan found herself relatively close to the front. She would've continued pressing forward if not for the sight of a girl near her age who looked to be really struggling amidst the crowd.

Having a rare bought of sympathy, Morgan decided to be "helpful" and yanked the people nearest to the shouting girl back by the collars of their shirts before ducking around them so that she could slip beside the girl without being recognized as the culprit. "I do hope you didn't throw yourself into this mess for a single cookie," Morgan mused as she pressed the two of them forward until they were comfortably situated at the front. "That'd be rather disappointing after all that impressive work I did getting here."


Now that the obstacle of the swarming crowd was quite literally behind Morgan and she could see the freshly baked cookies a few feet away from where she stood, a barely contained smile crept onto her face along with a sense of giddiness as she held out her money to the girl working in the stall. "I'll have a bucket of cookies, please, after whatever she orders," she gestured to the girl beside her.

Her words were followed by the loud sounds of fireworks and she immediately tensed, her hands flexing reflexively towards the knife tucked into the back of the waistline of her jeans. She stopped herself halfway, but Morgan could feel her face flushing with heat as she stared up at the explosions of color praying internally that neither of the girls wouldn't call attention to her brief jumpiness at the sound of the fireworks; it was embarrassing.

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[Athens]

♡

Romeo Ciar​

Location: Moonlight History Festival
Scenario: Amidst the people
With: Edwin, Leonardo
Mentions: N/A
Tags: Abendrot MadiRaiCat

"You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.” ​

Even before Romeo gained his undead status and a regenerative healing buff, the guy had a drug problem. It wasn't anything major, he didn't do hard drugs or pop anything in his mouth. He just had an addiction to smoking. Morgan, and her brief obsession with psychology, used to say it was because he had an oral fixation and never developed past that stage of the psychosexual development. Romeo, in response, would say that it was because when he got aggravated, he got horny and smoking a cigarette was the easiest way to relieve tension when there wasn't other things present to suck; it got her to shut up real quick.

Currently, he was appeasing his addiction by taking a couple of drags of a cigarette while he walked along the outer edges of the festivities, not wanting to enrage some parent because he had his "cancer stick" near their child. Being at the Moonlight festival did nothing for Romeo except give him a headache from all the lights. Attending the festival had never been an enjoyable outing for the young man, it'd just been a means for dad to take care of some dirty work before dragging him and his sister back home. It'd never looked like much fun to Romeo, anyway... Or that's what he'd convinced himself, at least. So here he stood leaning against a tree whistling smoke between his teeth as a means of soothing his nerves and making a measly attempt at masking the countless scents of werewolves, vampires, and humans blending together beneath his annoyingly sensitive nose.

Romeo considered just heading back North to Sanguis territory for the evening as the humans began setting off the fireworks when his ears picked up on two familiar voices nearby. He breathed a brief sigh of relief that he had at least found people he knew to make the evening more bearable and stamped out the cigarette beneath his boots.

"Edwin, Leo," Romeo greeted with a lazy smile approaching the two males. "Lovely to see the familiar faces of my seniors out tonight. I heard mention of drinks and was hoping it wouldn't be too..." He gave a little shimmy of his shoulders in thought before gesturing with a hand, "presumptuous of me to ask to come along?" He held up his hands with a toothy grin, "Don't worry, I'm legal." It'd been six years since his turnings and he still enjoyed making jokes about his freshly 21 appearance. Knowing his personality, it'd be a while before he stopped so long as it was what he considered an effective coping mechanism to his still fresh circumstances.

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[Abendrot]

Edwin​

Location: Festival
Mood: Thirsty
Interactions: Leonardo, Romeo
With: Leonardo, Romeo
Tags: MadiRaiCat Athens
Clothing: eh

For the briefest of moments, Edwin detected a hint of melancholy in Leo's scent, but that emotion was snuffed out the instant it was noticed. Instead, the younger vampire plastered on a smile showing too many teeth. It was like being smiled at by a shark, and with about the same amount of warmth in the eyes. That old flame of his had done Leo over again, and the tiny, minuscule part of Edwin that was still human had the mind to offer comfort, but he was pretty useless at that. He could offer sweet words when coaxing somebody into bed, but what could he say when somebody lost their lover, given his own experience with lovers had left him with the impression that they were just an invitation to get your heart broken anyway?

The hunt would provide Leo a suitable distraction, Edwin thought. Blood could wash away all burdens, dark memories accumulated through centuries. A group of drunk college boys walked past the two vampires without sparing a second glance at them, eyes pointed at the blossoming fireworks and stumbling at every other step in their stupor. Edwin could feel his teeth clench with desire. Humans all around, so many of them clustered so close together it almost disorients. Always the blood, pumping in their veins, so sweet and hot...

"I don’t know if the makeshift bars here have enough selection though,” said Leo.

"Pffft, come now, dah~ling," Edwin said with a hand-wave. "There's plenty of drink to go around for the both of us, and we intend to make full use of our lot before the night is through..."
Edwin felt reasonably sure in his pickings tonight. Some of the older vampires would find it embarrassing to go hunting for themselves, and frankly, he used to feel the same way. Wasn't so long ago that he'd send out someone to run out and bring back blood for him. Usually someone new to the clan, some thirsty fledgling with big appetites. Not much anymore; Edwin would take what he could, however he damn pleased.

"Edwin, Leo,"

Edwin was not so distracted that he missed the voice so close to him, and he looked up quickly. Romeo Ciar stood before them, the hint of a wry grin on his face, which Edwin reciprocated. Another partner in crime, perhaps? Edwin was always happy to have more of those.

"Lovely to see the familiar faces of my seniors out tonight. I heard mention of drinks and was hoping it wouldn't be too... presumptuous of me to ask to come along?"

"Not at all, dah~ling" said Edwin, blue eyes gleaming with devilish anticipation. "As a matter of fact, you came at a good time. This party is a bit of a bust, and Leo and I were about to take our leave at any rate. Mayhaps you'd like to help us select our quarry for tonight."

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[MadiRaiCat]

Leonardo Beaumont​

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

At the mention of doing their own hunting that night, Leo felt a bit reserved on the matter. Though he enjoyed drinking from the source, Leo chose to be a bit more secretive due to the influx of humans in Moonlight. Where there was more humans, there were more hunters, and Leo didn't really want a target on his back. Nevertheless, Edwin was his senior, both in age and in rank, and Leo trusted him. Glancing around at their potential choices, Leo smirked softly and replied, "I suppose you are right."

Leo smelled the familiar smell of the young vampire mixed with cigarette smoke before he saw him. Turning to angle his body between the two, Leo smiled slightly at Romeo. Leo was now the middle ground between the two, though closer in age to Romeo than Edwin. Even so, Leo couldn't deny that both men were handsome, each with their own attractive qualities. Edwin was the sophisticated gentleman with a spontaneous side. Romeo, on the other hand, was the straight-forward bad boy with the questionable past. Both had their own appeal to Leo, and he found himself rather excited to hang out with the two of them.

"Of course, we'd be happy to have you join us," he added in response to Romeo. At Edwin's words, Leo glanced around the festival once again. There was a lot of humans here, but there was a lot of wolves too. He didn't think they would be too happy if the vampires were hunting at the festival, so it would probably be best to leave. "A new club just opened in Midtown, should be quite packed with a lot of options, if you guys are interested," Leo suggested, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, "Plus it will keep our furry friends off our backs. What do you all think?"

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[Azure-Smiley]

Eric 'Abel' Black​

Location: Edge of the pier
Mood: Irritable
Interactions: Celestine
Tags: calypso

Celestine's growl was more than enough to keep his attention. A warning he understood all to well being shoulder to shoulder with the golden-eyed she-wolf. She was probably going to hit him. He wouldn't bet money on it but he had a good feeling pain was arriving with overnight shipping. It might have been hard to tell what the triggering factor was but Eric did what he was known to do.

He overreacted.

Whether it was the sudden movement of Celestine yanking her arm or the sound of the first firework popping something coerced him to recoil from her with a subtle growl of warning all his own. A duck. A flinch. Eric put himself at arm's length from her as if in some alternate universe he was the victim here. One hand balled up into a tight fist that pointed an accusatory finger at Celestine while the other patted along his jacket in search for some non-existent wound. He was fine once his mind caught up with him and he saw Celestine more interested in wiping his 'grime' from her sleeve. Eric took the precious moment to ease his racing mind and fished out a cigarette from his jacket pocket while the woman growled out her icy warning.

"I have nothing to apologize for. Don't ever touch me again without my permission, or I'll make sure you're missing both your ears."

Celestine coaxed a less than subtle roll of his eyes at the woman as he gave his attention to lighting his cigarette.

"Nothing at all. You sure?" he prodded in a tone that would sound indifferent if it wasn't for the irritation that dripped from his words. The question was rhetorical and he didn't seem keen on an open dialogue. Eric exhales the abundance of smoke pointedly towards Celestine, allowing the stench of burning nicotine to settle between them.

"You know, you are a pretty big fucking liability right?" he curtly stated.

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The nerve he had! A loud cough sounded as the pungent smell of cigarette smoke now stinging at her eyes. Tears welled instantly from the stench, and she quickly used her sleeve to wipe under her eyes. A bit of mascara smeared against her pale skin, but she had no way of knowing until she looked into a mirror.

And right now, she was just staring at an asshole. While they could be pretty reflective, Celestine thought a bit higher of herself. It was clear he didn't.

"Listen-- Eric, is it?" She began, keeping one sleeve close to face as she spoke. Her other hand was waving in the air to clear the burn from the air. She very much knew his name, but she should be allowed to dig a bit herself! For goodness sake, he's the one who led her over here. "I'm absolutely positive I have nothing I want to apologize for. You may think otherwise, but I'm actually quite pleased with my life at the moment. Especially since I don't have to be chained down," she snapped back in her own curt tone, raising her golden gaze up to him. Despite her clear dislike of werewolves and such things, she surely looked the part. Perhaps that's how she drew suspicion off herself? Hunters would think she's too obvious, and just assume she's some human with a weird Twilight fantasy.

"And I'm not a liability. You want to know what a liability is?" She boldly questioned, before jabbing a finger right into his left pectoral. It remained there, as she seemed to be making some sort of point. "If you're sooo concerned about liabilities, perhaps you shouldn't drag women away from large crowds to intimidate them. You can bitch and whine all you want to your...Alpha, but the police don't exactly see race. If you know what I mean." The police in the town were as clueless as everyone else, and Eric couldn't exactly explain to them that Celestine was actually supposed to be apart of his pack, and that she just rejected the apart status-quo set up by werewolves. Unless he wanted to go for the insanity plea.

"If I somehow manage to get my head on a silver pike, I still fail to see how that concerns you. Seeing you hate me and all, wouldn't it be for the better? No longer having to worry about the one that got away..." She said dramatically, now just poking fun at Eric. She didn't consider herself all too fancy, but she'd have to be blind to not realize the clear hate against her. At least, from some of the members.

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[MadiRaiCat]

The neon city lights of Moonlight all began to flick on as the sunset over the water, leaving the sky in a swirl of oranges and magentas with a spattering of light gray clouds. The air was filled with the characteristic fragrance of Moonlight: cedar and pine from the North with notes of roses from the South and a slight tinge of fish from the Midtown ports. Some might think this combination of scents to be wretched. But to the locals, it was the smell of home.

The streets in all parts of town were bustling with activity, whether it be the well-off visiting the social events and wine tastings in the South, the young and free dancing the night away at Midtown's various clubs and rave house, or those with questionable morals spending every penny to their name at the casinos and bars in the North. From a bird's eye view, the town looked and sounded absolutely alive.

But, unknown to the innocent humans, the streets had begun to trickle with blood. With the mangled bodies of some werewolves found in the North along with the silver-studded vampire corpses left in the South, many of the supernatural had trouble feeling safe in their own homes, and started raising concerns within their respected groups.

Unsure of the culprits, the Alpha and Beta of the Selene Pack as well as the Doyen and Regent of the Sanguis Clan decided to hold a meeting in the unknown-to-humans conference room located underneath Lupa's Bar in North Moonlight. The death toll was climbing, and both sides wanted to put an end to it before it could get any worse.

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[Abendrot]

Edwin​

Location: Bedroom
Mood: Shocked, Numb
Interactions:
With: NPCs
Tags: N/A
Clothing:

Three nights ago
Edwin was safe indoors when the first light of morning pearled the sky. Even in the thickest streets, there was a brief time when the whole of Moonlight was silent, gathering its breath from the night before. In his present mood, Edwin wouldn't have noticed if the empty streets had been on fire.

Some of the other vampires insisted on keeping him around after their post-festival hunt, but Edwin no longer liked to play with his food so much. So he extracted some blood from his quarry into vials and trudged his way home, thirst quenched for the time being. He strode into his apartment, finding the common room empty as it seldom was, and clambered up the staircase two steps at a time. When he found his bedroom, he opened the door slowly so as to not wake Gaspard.

Despite himself, he smiled when he saw him laying in bed with his face turned to the wall, still in his clothes from last night. Fell asleep waiting for me. Fool. But it was a kind thought; he wasn't sure if there was anything Gaspard could do that Edwin would not forgive or excuse. Deciding on the spur of the moment to surprise him, he set the vials of blood on his nightstand and put a hand on his shoulder, to wake him and tell him.

Gaspard rolled limply onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, glazed eyes open wide above the gash across his throat where the silver knife was still stuck. The side of the bed that had been hidden by his body was dark and sodden.

Shit.

Shit, shit, SHIT!

Edwin recoiled at the sight. If his throat hadn't been so tight he couldn't breathe, he would've gagged or shouted or both.

He had only the creak of wardrobe doors as a warning. He spun, pulling the blade from his bedmate's neck and throwing it in the same motion. The knife took the throat of a thin, gaunt man with a stake in his hand; the man stumbled back, blood bubbling around his clutching fingers as he struggled to breathe. Another man climbed out of the other wardrobe; Edwin spun on his leg, then pounced at the hunter, sinking his teeth into the side of his head and tearing his ear off. The human screamed and tried to stumble away, but Edwin seized a handful of dark hair and slammed his face against the wall. He wrestled the knife from the hunter's hand and pressed it against his neck. The scars on the man's face gave him a hard look, but he dared not move a muscle. The gaunt man, still lying halfway in his closet, kicked a last kick, then was still.

"Before I kill you," Edwin said, "Tell me who gave the order." His voice was quiet, numb; he felt numb inside.

"Dunno." said the panting man. "Got no right to answer a fanger."
Edwin sank the blade in just a little more. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his neck. "A name."

"He never gave one," came the hoarse answer. "Wouldn't even let me see his face. He didn't want you dead. He just wants information. We just wanted to find out what you know. There would've been a reward for your cooperation. Gold, blood, whatever you asked for. My employer is very generous."

"And that sounds like a splendid offer." said Edwin. "But you've made one real mistake in it all."

"Mistake?"
The man's other hand was sliding down to his belt. No doubt he had another knife or a gun there. Edwin ignored it.

"You never should've touched Gaspard."

The hunter's hand darted to his belt, then he gave a convulsive start as Edwin buried his knife into his neck.

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