Fantasy Suburbia

[h2h0e]

Imagine a town where there are normal people, and there are not so normal people. This town is called Suburbia.

The normal people, they're like you and I. They can't do anything extraordinary. But the other people in the town can. Each one has their own specialty; one could control air, the other could control minds. Obviously, the two types of people don't get along very well.

OCC
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/suburbia-occ.349213/

Characters
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/suburbia-characters.349212/
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[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Willow-Grace walked through town, adjusting the sleeves of her shirt. Every now and then the girl would stop to look at the different flowers that grew in front of a few shops. The corners of her mouth turned up a bit to form a small smile. She then spotted the florist shop and decided to walk inside. Once in she spotted a small potted rose bush towards the back of the store and proceeded to go look at it. When she got closer she noticed that it was wilting a bit and in need of some care. Picking the plant up she made her way back towards the front where the register was.
After paying for the dying plant Willow-Grace walked out of the shop and made her way down the sidewalk. She was looking down at the rose bush with a soft smile. "Don't fret little one, for you are in good hands," her voice a gentle whisper as she spoke to the plant. Will then looked up from the plant to make sure she could see where she was going.

 

[h2h0e]

Laurel yelled at her father, "How about I DON'T! How would you feel NOW?!" Laurel's dad just screamed back at her. "I WISH YOU WERE'NT MINE!" He immediately regretted what he said. Laurel was silent. She stormed to her room. "Laurel, wait--"

Laurel grabbed her backpack, stuffed a change of clothes, deodorant, a hammock, and her life's savings of $120.35. She knew it wasn't enough, but it was enough for now. She went to her window, opened it, and crawled out. She landed on her feet on the other side, and started to run.

It had started to rain. Laurel needed to find shelter. She pulled up her hood and found the nearest storm drain. Inside were a few pipes from running to the sewer. She got out her hammock and hung it between the pipes. She hung her bag on a rusty pipe that had broken in half a few years ago and relaxed in her makeshift shelter. She pulled out her phone and discovered she had no cell service. she put her phone back in her pocket. Laurel's mind went to the interaction back at what she calls "home". She started to cry. Why does my life have to be this way? My family doesn't even come out and look for me. They don't care, she thought. She kicked a rock at a few rats. She laid down and wept. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was seeing the moon, and it somehow giving her hope that this would all get better.
(Anyone, preferably Prizzy Kriyze )

 

[Deadly Darkness]

Natalie had spent most of her day in bed, sleeping. It was her normal routine since graduation. Thanks to her scholarships, she didn't have panic too much in regards to finding a high paying job straight off the bat. Instead she lived a semi-comfortable life using the money she saved up during college instead of being social. After enough time laying down, doing absolutely nothing, Natalie slowly crawled out of the darkness that was her room into the kitchen. The cool tile beneath her bare feet sent a shiver up her spine, fully waking her up.
After a sad check throughout all cupboards and the fridge it quickly became apparent that Natalie had nothing to cure her hunger. "You win, outside." With a defeated sigh, she shuffled back to her. Once dressed and mentally prepared, she made her way out of her apartment complex and down the street.
(Open for interaction or whatever :3)

 

[Charcoal_Lilly50]

Willow-Grace stopped and sat down on a short brick wall that made up the barrier for the plants planted on the side of the sidewalk. The girl smiled as she looked down at the wilting rose bush she still carried in her arms. "Your flowers are sure to be beautiful once you're healthy again," she whispered to the potted plant. Turning her attention away from the pot her gaze fell on the other plants around her. Taking in the calming feeling that came from them.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Damien "Fester" Cady​

Slow day. Things had calmed down considerably in the last few weeks. Half his contacts got nailed and taken in during some stupid ass razzia last thursday, and now resources were harder to come across. To get anywhere they needed more cash, and now everyone was too scared to do anything. Honestly, it pissed him off. Fucking bunch of pansies, all of them. If you ever wanted to get something done you had to do it yourself, and what was the quickest way to earn a quick buck? Selling drugs, especially when you don't do them yourself.

So that was the goal. Damien just needed to find himself a few bunnies who'd be up for doing the running. All the contacts were in order, and there were already a few kids willing to do it just for to keep a gramme or two themselves. Druggies were so simple. Once they were hooked they'd never go away, and Damien controlled the flow. That power in itself felt nice, but so far they were still in dire need of recruits. Even more so when all these fucking scaredy cats were running and hiding with their tails between their legs.

Disgusting. He thought to himself as he drove down the street. His raincoat had a hood to protected him from the chilling midnight downpour if he was to step outside, and the rest off his body was tightly wrapped in bandages to keep from infecting everyone near him. Not that he didn't want to, but if the diseases started popping up everywhere it could be traceable. His skin was only revealed from his eyes up, because no matter how you look at it you don't see well with something covering your eyes. And they had a bitter look as he sparked up another cigarette.

His poor mood nearly distracted him from it, but Damien was perceptive. A storm drain cover was slightly askew at the side of the street. He looked around, but it was far too late for anyone except himself to be traversing the roads. He parked at the side of the road and approached it, and the pouring rain covered up any sound that the drain cover made when he moved it.

It was almost shocking. He expected a stash or something, but inside there was a sleeping teenage girl in a hammock, suspened between two pipes. At first he thought that it was just another homeless person and was about to leave when he realized that her clothes were actually rather quite nice. And she was young, too young to be ignored by the system like this. She must be a runaway.

Which, in itself, was a golden opportunity.

He smiled, and assumed a friendly look before softly calling out "Wake up, hun, are you alright? This is not a good place to stay unless you're looking to catch a cold." Damien was crouched next to the drain, leaned on the cover. He gave her a moment to properly wake up before continuing "If you run away from home then you should think of a better option." The cigarette in his mouth poked out between two of the bandages and revealed part of his mouth. "How come you aren't sleeping in a real bed, then?"

h2h0e

 

[h2h0e]

Damien "Fester" Cady​

Slow day. Things had calmed down considerably in the last few weeks. Half his contacts got nailed and taken in during some stupid ass razzia last thursday, and now resources were harder to come across. To get anywhere they needed more cash, and now everyone was too scared to do anything. Honestly, it pissed him off. Fucking bunch of pansies, all of them. If you ever wanted to get something done you had to do it yourself, and what was the quickest way to earn a quick buck? Selling drugs, especially when you don't do them yourself.

So that was the goal. Damien just needed to find himself a few bunnies who'd be up for doing the running. All the contacts were in order, and there were already a few kids willing to do it just for to keep a gramme or two themselves. Druggies were so simple. Once they were hooked they'd never go away, and Damien controlled the flow. That power in itself felt nice, but so far they were still in dire need of recruits. Even more so when all these fucking scaredy cats were running and hiding with their tails between their legs.

Disgusting. He thought to himself as he drove down the street. His raincoat had a hood to protected him from the chilling midnight downpour if he was to step outside, and the rest off his body was tightly wrapped in bandages to keep from infecting everyone near him. Not that he didn't want to, but if the diseases started popping up everywhere it could be traceable. His skin was only revealed from his eyes up, because no matter how you look at it you don't see well with something covering your eyes. And they had a bitter look as he sparked up another cigarette.

His poor mood nearly distracted him from it, but Damien was perceptive. A storm drain cover was slightly askew at the side of the street. He looked around, but it was far too late for anyone except himself to be traversing the roads. He parked at the side of the road and approached it, and the pouring rain covered up any sound that the drain cover made when he moved it.

It was almost shocking. He expected a stash or something, but inside there was a sleeping teenage girl in a hammock, suspened between two pipes. At first he thought that it was just another homeless person and was about to leave when he realized that her clothes were actually rather quite nice. And she was young, too young to be ignored by the system like this. She must be a runaway.

Which, in itself, was a golden opportunity.

He smiled, and assumed a friendly look before softly calling out "Wake up, hun, are you alright? This is not a good place to stay unless you're looking to catch a cold." Damien was crouched next to the drain, leaned on the cover. He gave her a moment to properly wake up before continuing "If you run away from home then you should think of a better option." The cigarette in his mouth poked out between two of the bandages and revealed part of his mouth. "How come you aren't sleeping in a real bed, then?"

h2h0e

Moonlight streamed into the storm drain, waking Laurel. She didn't move, hoping that the newcomer wasn't going to kill her, just simply go through her stuff. Instaed a kind but rough voice came from above. She turned to face him, and replied very bluntly, "A cold? I'd rather that than my dad." She considered his question. "Doesn't matter. Who're you and how'd you find me?"

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Damien "Fester" Cady​

He took the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke. "So you ARE a run-away." Damien stated, and let the cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth again. The girl was blunt and very straight forward. It sounded just like any troubled young teen to be honest, but the no-nonsense attitude at least made conversation pass quicker. He laughed at her blunt question, but didn't break eye-contact. "My name is Damien, dear madame. How about your own?"
h2h0e

 

[Deadly Darkness]

The grocery shopping had been successful, but with the now oncoming storm it seemed that the walk home would be as pleasant. Natalie was all for rain, but not while she was carrying a good few pounds of fresh, dry food. She silently thanked herself for not buying that book she had spent most of the time staring at.
The sky was a dark, gloomy color and yet beautiful in its own way. The nearby street laps buzzed before lighting up the ground beneath them. Natalie hummed softly in her head before growing silent as a car in the distance rolled to a stop. Stopping herself, she watched as a dark figure, dressed in a rain coat, stepped out and crouched near a storm drain. Maybe they were simply being a good Samaritan and fixing the skewed cover. She watched as the idea began to dissipate. Even if her first assumption was true, the figure now seemed distracted by something in the storm drain. Natalie waited with for an imaginary evil force to grab a hold of the figure and drag them kicking and screaming into the drain; or the opposite. Maybe the figure dumped their victims into the storm drain waiting for the sewage workers to stumble upon them. She continued to let her over zealous thoughts run rampant in her head before stepping back out of the light of the nearby street lamp and towards a wall, hoping she would blend in better with the shadows as she watched anxiously.
( Prizzy Kriyze h2h0e )

 

[h2h0e]

Damien "Fester" Cady​

He took the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke. "So you ARE a run-away." Damien stated, and let the cigarette hang from the corner of his mouth again. The girl was blunt and very straight forward. It sounded just like any troubled young teen to be honest, but the no-nonsense attitude at least made conversation pass quicker. He laughed at her blunt question, but didn't break eye-contact. "My name is Damien, dear madame. How about your own?"
h2h0e

Laurel watched this so-called "Damien". When he moved into the moonlight, she could see the deep lines etched in his face, probably from working too hard, because overall he didn't look to much older than her. Even so, there was definitely something... different about him. She made a decision. "My name's Hazel. You didn't answer my question." She stood, slowly walking towards the opening. Laurel didn't know why she didn't trust the guy, but she had a feeling, and it wasn't a good one.
Prizzy Kriyze Deadly Darkness