Multiple Settings Our Town (Originals Inspired Rp Thread)

[Wolfiee]

It was a crazy night the whole town was preparing for their most busy week of all times. There would be festivals every day and tourists constantly going about purchasing from all the shops around. There was never a moment of peace as everyone flittered around preparing their shops or stalls. Also a problem was stirring keeping everyone on their toes when they should all be focusing on getting ready. There had been a different death every week with clear signs of foul play. It would be one thing if maybe two factions were fighting, but a peace treaty had been made several years ago. The tension was always still there but the treaty had helped settle things down for the most part. However now too many had shown up dead several important members of each group their deaths weren’t going by unnoticed. The newest death has left everyone completely on edge a warning towards the originals has been left upon the body. This was a shock as no one had seen any of the originals for hundreds of years they had no idea that some of not all of them currently resided within the town. Now with this new threat on them it’s forcing the originals out into the open though they haven’t revealed themselves just yet it’s only a matter of time before they must take matters into their own hands before more wind up dead.



Just a quick introduction post! Everyone should be working on setting up for the upcoming holiday/festivals while also being full of tension from all the recent deaths. The most recent body found has left a clear sign for the originals so today all characters should be wondering who amongst themselves could possibly be an original.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Randi

Mood: Friendly


Location: Tattoo Booth / Pop Up Bar


Interactions: Salem, Azrael (Mentioned)

All through town people raced around with supplies, food, decorations, booze, anything they could get their hands on really as the town readied itself for Mardi Gras. Along one of the main drags that had a good view of the parade a young blonde was relocating several crates of liquor to a stall along the road. The crates looked as though they weighed a ton but Randi moved them with ease that still surprised her as she was continuing to grow used to her new strength. It had been only a few weeks since she was turned from a human into a hybrid and while the transition hadn’t been an easy one it had been made bearable with the help of Azrael and Salem. She still had to work her way through the days that lead up to her transformation, her mind still healing from the wounds left after the torture she endured at the hands of a brutal hunter. To be strung up like meat, hacked at, bled, branded, all while fighting dehydration and drugs meant to keep her weak, there was no way she would be blessed with a full mental recovery any time soon. The scars were something she was getting used to as well. They were all over, different depths, lengths, and from all different tools. Salem had offered to tattoo them for her, to make them into symbols of strength rather than pain. During one of the recent nights she had broken down at the sight of them Azrael had held her, touched them gentle, kissed them, and told her that she was still beautiful. Randi was growing used to them slowly, was trying to look at them and see them as a badass would, but sometimes their presence would bring back flashes of how they occurred in the first place which never went well. The painful memories mixed with her new found abilities made this a truly confusing and honestly daunting time in the life of a girl one might normally consider quite dauntless.

It was because of all of these things that Randi found herself relieved to have Mardi Gras and all of its events to distract her. She was happy to have something to do that felt normal, something that took her mind off of vampires and werewolves and simply allowed her to celebrate and have fun with her friends. As she loaded her pop up bar stand with the different liquors she would need throughout the night she kicked the lid of her cooler closed and smiled as a delivery boy dropped off several cases of beer from the bar she was representing. “Hey Salem!” She called over her shoulder as she cracked open a case of nicely chilled beers and pulled two out. “You’ve got a bit before your booth opens.” The blonde smiled and turned to walk over to the girl who was practically a sister to her. “How about we get this night started off right?” Randi winked and passed the tattoo artist a beer, popping the cap off with her thumb despite the fact that it was a pry off.

Looking around at the tattoo booth Randi leaned back against a lamp post that stood between her bar stand and Salem’s set up. She admired the different needles and inks that the tattooed female was pulling out, looking at the different designs she was offering for the event. “Are you still free this weekend to give me some fresh ink?” Randi asked between sips of her beer. “I know with so many tourist in town you are probably totally booked so I don’t mind if you don’t have time.” She added as she toyed with on of the bottle caps in her hand. “I mean you are a bad ass with that needle and this is a big money making time for everyone in town.” She chuckled and tipped her bottle in a cheersing motion to her friend. “But you did also promise to let yourself be a bad bitch with Azzie and me so make sure to be ready to party when we come knocking.” The blonde reminded with a playful giggle laced into her tone.

Wolfiee

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Thorn

Mood: Appreciative

Location: Book Store / Street

Interactions: Open

Despite his quiet nature Thorn found he rather enjoyed the annual celebration of Mardi Gras. It was not for the drinking and the partying that he had become fond of the holidays, those things seldom interested him, but rather he found it an amazing time to truly see the city come together. No matter your status or your situation Mardi Gras was a grand party in which all were invited to. It was no as intimate as other holidays, the party spilled out of every building, brough joy and new friendships to all who partook in it. While he might not be overly involved Thorn enjoyed observing such sights and knowing that there was still an ounce of good left in the world. Living as long as he has it can sometimes be hard to remember the good along with the bad but times such as this celebration made it easier and soothed an old soul.

Thorn was not the oldest vampire by far but he certainly did tend to act like the old man of whatever group he was in. Despite being eternally handsome he never quite fell in love with the idea of indulging in the darker desires that so many other vampires explored. He instead put his passion and focus into the arts, more so the appreciation of literature. When he moved to New Orleans it only felt right to share his passions with others and thus he decided to open a book store. The front of his store sold all sorts of modern and classical works, their subjects and genera's covering all fields so a person would hopefully enter and find some story to delve into. In the back of his store, behind the stock, was where Thorn kept his private collection, at least a fraction of it. Those books were not for sale but those who were keen to learn could seek passage and indulge in the fine literature and knowledge the pages held.

It was there that Thorn found himself at the moment as he placed the last of his collection back upon the shelf and heard the commotion of people setting up for the holiday outside. Turning swiftly Thorn exited his private back room, locking the door behind him, and made his way out to the front of his shop. He had the entire place decorated for the celebration with gold, purple, and green streamers and glittering fans displayed all across the shelves of books. It was simple but he enjoyed it and many of his customers did as well. Picking up his jacket from behind the counter Thorn put on his hat and exited his shop, locking the door behind him. Down the street he could see a several people setting up some stands and made his way down the uneven side walk towards them. “Perhaps I could lend you a hand?” He offered in a smooth and polite tone.

 

[sprouhtt]

Disclaimer: *Warning: violence*
Location: Forest
Interaction: Nobody (but she is dealing w/ an unknown assassin)
Mentioned: N/A

Selene knew she shouldn't have gotten out of bed today, everything about today was just wrong to her. This past week she had been feeling off, and no matter what they say around her, which is that she looks fine, she knows her body and what goes on. Even though those around her thought it was just in her head, Selene knew that the doctors were not telling her the truth about her condition. One day, this has to be about a year now, Selene had been in an altercation with one of her men where they didn't follow her directions and blew an operation, giving away their location. But she didn't realize that her frustration and other nerve-wracking emotions got the best of her and what happened next shocked those around her. To this day, she, nor those working for her dare speak about that night and what happened to the man that angered her. From time to time, she would have flashbacks, or should it be called, nightmares, happen to her where she relives that night.

Being the hunter she that is, she can't help but shake the feeling that her gut is telling her something is wrong. When Selene was done with closing a house for a lovely family of four, it didn't only make her miss her own family, but she forgot what it was like to have a family. Yes, the money, fame, and being in the know of everything may seem glamorous to the viewing eye, but it is quite lonely and tiresome. When nightfall came, Selene had put all of her worries behind her because she knew she had a job to do. Her family's legacy has to continue, she was the only bloodline in her family, and the only person she knew, who her father said was alive was her grandmother on her mother's side, however, she has never grown up knowing her mother's side of the family. It was always kept a mystery and that was something that her father took to his grave. Selene had prepared for the hunt, and she packed all sorts of weapons that she could on her, including her poison-infused dagger that is lethal to monsters like vampires.

It had been several hours since Selene was wounded in her contact with the creature, and she needed to get out of the forest before she attracted unwanted prey. She couldn't find the wound she sustained from the beast. But something else had been lurking that evening and what was to follow next, Selene wouldn't have been prepared for it. But she was violently thrown across the forest, and if it wasn't for a big oak tree to stop her from going any further, her body could've been in another town by now. Selene groaned as she tried her best to get up, while also applying pressure on her wound that was by her lower abdomen. Selene could send for backup, but she knew her men were out due to Mardi Gras, and every year, The Helsing residence offers her aid to the people, making sure they're protected and nothing goes wrong.

Well, something was wrong alright...

Selene tried to focus on this figure, but it moved way too fast for her to get a clear image, and not to mention her vision didn't help at all. She was losing blood and she also tried her best to swing at whatever was coming at her, but she had no luck. Before she knew it, IT was behind her, grabbing her with such force before tilting her neck at an uncomfortable angle, and taking a huge chunk out of her neck. Puncturing very vital veins, and before she knew it, she was a bloody mess. No bandaid could help patch her up, and Selene knew it too.

Selene let out a blood-curdling scream before IT dropped her to the ground to stand before her. Selene writhed in pain before her body began going into shock and slowly fading away.

Selene now lay motionless in a hole dug by her murderer, as her last few moments on this very earth were of dirt showering down on her, Selene was mentally kicking herself. She was the best of the best, hell, she was better than any hunter, yet she is laying in an unmarked grave. Selene was going to be rolling in her grave for eternity; allowing herself, a Helsing, to die at the hands of a nobody. If she ever rose again, she was going to make this person pay, and then they were going to wish that they were the ones that had been laying in that hole.