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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 19:30:44 GMT -5
( You rest your face now <3 )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 19:34:30 GMT -5
{ i'll try <33 but i got four books today so i'm content <33 how have you guys been? }
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Post by servalstrike on May 12, 2017 19:36:11 GMT -5
(Good evening everyone! I'll read what everyone wrote and get up some replies! I'm also finally going to post for Gustav!)
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Post by shades on May 12, 2017 19:36:14 GMT -5
[ I haven't finished my starter. Whoops. I will try and finish it. I got to packing (moving out is hard. I have to lift things on my own this time around) and then I literally flopped on my couch and haven't moved except to call the pizza place. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 19:40:27 GMT -5
{ ew. moving. but pizza! }
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Post by mags on May 12, 2017 19:45:19 GMT -5
( ooh which books, hon??
i'm currently working on a starter & i'm hoping it'll be up tonight (though it might be v rocky bc i haven't written in third person in Such a long time good lord) i read through everyone's posts though and golly gee y'all are such beautiful writers i'm in awe <3 )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 19:51:15 GMT -5
{ dreamer's pool, frogkisser, ruin and rising (i was supposed to get siege and storm but my brain blanked and i grabbed the wrong one. oh well, i'll just by the second one online), and fly by night
i know right!? i'm reading through posts and just. how did this rp manage to snag so many brilliant writers!? }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 19:53:41 GMT -5
( i literally took three hours to write my starter -cOUGHS UP DUST- just a somewhat relevant statement from me
also
i agree with mags
some good writin' peeps over here *^* )
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Post by mags on May 12, 2017 19:58:31 GMT -5
( i'm honestly dying bc i just started a new series and. i love it so much already AND IT HAS MORE THAN LIKE 4 OR 5 BOOKS SO IM SET FOR A LITTLE WHILE it's a great feeling
owl, ur post was so well-written i loved it omg <3
im gonna just pretend i haven't taken 3 hours to write exactly 2 sentences )
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Post by koi on May 12, 2017 20:00:34 GMT -5
[ hi guys i just realized i've been reading everything and just. not responding. but lordy everyone is really talented here ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 20:01:03 GMT -5
{ what series is it, mags?
i'm gonna throw up a starter for applejuice because a little self-indulgence never hurt anyone! }
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 20:01:14 GMT -5
( oH MY GOSH WHAT okay i'm not even trying to act humble in that petty lil' humble brag type deal like- i'm surprised and really, really, super-uber flattered by that! thank you so much, mags!! Woah! <333 )
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Post by alfred on May 12, 2017 20:04:32 GMT -5
(( //dies// seriously. you guys are killing me. i already love this.
it's been said but everyone's posts are fantastic !! <33 i can't. and thanks, owl. c: that's sweet. ))
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Post by mags on May 12, 2017 20:06:43 GMT -5
( it's called throne of glass (and i didn't wanna read it at first bc i hated the cover art but i love another series written by the author so i decided to give it a go) and it took me a little bit to really get into?? but now i can't put it down omg seriously so good
& yeah ofc man!!! seriously. u write super duper well!
honestly i'm in love w everyone's characters so far (can't wait to see gustav, serv, dear lord above) i can't wait to see more <33 )
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 20:10:05 GMT -5
( No problem-o, Alfred. >v<
-writhes on ground- euuuuuuugh~ thank you!! ;v; <3 )[/i][/font]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 20:11:34 GMT -5
{ ha. hahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAA. i hate that series. vehemently. serv loves it. i'm guessing the other series you've read is a court of blah and blah?
i have so many characters i can't wait to introduce! i want more characters to mingle so i can watch interactions! i also really love all the stuff going on with gladys and holly's family. like. wow. }
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Post by koi on May 12, 2017 20:13:37 GMT -5
[ i honestly just want to finish one form. one. but i'm crying in the club. and i still need to read people's posts because i was absent and driving and dancing today so im gonna do that. ]
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Post by mags on May 12, 2017 20:14:42 GMT -5
( WHAT HON OMG I LOVE IT i mean it's not my fav thing i've ever read (acotar is up there tho oh my GOD) i'm gonna have to talk to serv about these i'm rapidly becoming obsessed what series are ur favs?? )
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on May 12, 2017 20:16:33 GMT -5
[ hello chillin's ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 20:18:24 GMT -5
{ i HATE those books. i can't stand the main character. i tried reading a court of this and that, but i found that main character was also unbearable. servs heard my rants, so i'll stop now
edit: heya breer! }
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Post by koi on May 12, 2017 20:19:46 GMT -5
[ alfred that was a really clean, beautiful post it's time for me to Cry ]
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Post by servalstrike on May 12, 2017 20:24:15 GMT -5
Jasadja al-Jarad
In her state of nursing her injured thumb, a low and melodic voice reached her. Calling her by the familiar pet name he'd come up with when they were children. A voice that could reach her in the darkest of nights and soothe her back to sleep from whatever nightmare had roused her, or catch her with her thumb stuck in her mouth like a toddler. Tilting her head up she met eyes with her brother. Her own mismatched eyes of blue and brown lit up at the sight of him.
"Yeah," the word muffled by the finger still stuck in her mouth. Removing her thumb, she lifted the half-finished work to show him. "I don't think he appreciated the form I was giving him and he vented his anger through violence," she furrowed her brow at the unfinished creation. The semblance of what should have been a wing stuck out from the side. She turned it over, examining it in the moonlight. "I don't know who wouldn't want to be a butterfly though, they're colorful and delicate and pretty."
Placing her work in her lap she reached into her pocket and pulled out a band aid. "Sort of my fault though, I should have been paying attention instead of staring at fireflies. I think it was only jealous," Jasadja joked with a smile playing on her lips. She bandaged up her thumb, adding to the beginnings of a collection as another band aid was wrapped around her index finger.
Fishing into her pouch she came back out with a closed fist. Reaching her hand up towards him she opened her palm and revealed a small white bird. "How's it going in there?" She asked, a question unrelated to the bird entirely she motioned over to the direction of the house, indicating that she meant the meeting. "I can hear their noise from over here, do you think anyone is scared?"
A hint of a concern flickered in her eyes.
Still holding out the bird to him Jasadja brought herself upright and batted any bugs or bits of grass clinging to her pants. Before she could hear his answer she noticed her peachy lamb being tormented.
Concern was replaced with anger and her shoulders tensed. Grumbling "That bully of a devil is pestering poor Beb again." Much like her brother Jasadja disliked bullies. Hated them even. Especially when they picked as someone as gentle and sweet as Beb, though a demon he may be he wouldn't hurt a fly. It made her heart ache and her gut twist.
The motherly part of her wanted to confront Miro and his owners like she was talking to the parents of a playground bully who just pushed her child into the sandbox. But she refrained as she made her way over to instead comfort the soft peach, Beb.
The tall grass pulled on her legs, so unkempt that the weeds had begun to twist together and were now trying to hold her back. The fireflies still danced in their rhythm of the night, calling out to one another through their lights. Jasadja sort of wished she could speak in lights and glow, it would be easier then tripping over her words or saying the wrong thing and looking foolish.
The thought only crossed her mind briefly though as she knelt beside Beb. She smoothed out his hair and looked him over as if checking for injuries, though if Miro had bitten him again they'd have definitely known it by now. "Was he teasing you again, Beb?" Her voice gentle and sweet, blending in with the sounds of peeping frogs and chirping insects.
Gustav Jung
Gustav hated crowds, he didn’t like the crowded area that had become the foyer. The smells of other people’s bodies and the sickly sweet scent of what he assumed was whatever weed someone had managed to smuggle into the Beauchene Plantation, despite the rules against it. So he remained loitering on the porch. He welcomed the muggy night air compared to the cramped heat of the house. It’s not like the outside lacked entertainment though. For one, he just watched some girl almost fall flat on her face in the driveway. Then there was watching the Abernathy brothers, and their demons.
Gustav wasn’t sure what to make of the Abernathy boys. He didn’t know them well enough to really dislike them. Except maybe Beau, whom he would claim was the worst of the triplets. Their Father was the leader of the Serpent Coven, and that was all he really knew.
Their demons on the other hand.
He didn’t really like demons. At all. He especially disliked the bound demons. They were slaves, plain and simple and yet these witches treated them more like pets or something. There was something rather disturbing about it. The way one of the Abernathy triplets would take turns babysitting their demon servants outside because they were forbidden from entering the house. His lip curled at the thought of it.
Who would wish to bind such a creature anyway? They were still demons and could turn on their captors at any time. Like wild animals demons were untamed monsters of the Beneath, no matter how human they appeared they weren’t nor would they ever be human.
Gustav fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slid one out of the package, put it to his lips and lit it. He let it smolder there for a moment before puffing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
The other reason he could not be in the house. There was a "no smoking" policy that he almost always violated. One of his many vices, he kept telling himself he would quit, that it was a nasty habit. But he’d gotten his nerves tangled while thinking about demons and the discussions of the witch hunts that drifted out from inside the house didn’t help calm him. He leaned his back against the wall by the window as he listened to the chatter of the other gathered witches.
A rustling from within his sleeve caught his attention and he lifted his arm to see a tiny snout peeking out and sniffing at the air. A smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he watched the rat poke her head out of his sleeve and stare at him with those beady black eyes. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke in a different direction. “You mad at me for smoking? Yeah, I said I abstain from it tonight but I can’t help it. I’m on edge, girl.”
The rat continued to stare at him and wiggle her nose.
With a sigh he he took the cigarette back between his lips and reached into his back pocket. “You’re looking for your fix too, is that it?” Gustav pulled out a bag of cookies, ones that he’d made himself. “You greedy little thing. Here you are.” He offered her a cookie and right away she snatched it from him and started nibbling on it.
A chuckle escaped him as he stuffed the cookies back into his pocket and stroked her soft triangular head.
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Post by shades on May 12, 2017 20:30:09 GMT -5
[ I would like to apologize in advance for Charlie. That is all. ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 20:32:17 GMT -5
( -SCREAMS INTO MY SLEEVE- Jasadja <3)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 20:33:03 GMT -5
{ Beauchene Plantation;; midnight;; early summer }
Applejuice padded down the creaky steps, silent as a ghost━ though such a feat wasn’t exactly made difficult by the noise generated by dozens of witches crammed into one house. His house. His ears twitched slightly, eyes languidly gliding through the crowd milling below. One step after another brought him closer to the group he affectionately referred to as intruders. Applejuice liked to think his mother would have agreed with the term. He was hesitant to join the mingling feet that trampled through his home so carelessly, but wasn’t surprised to find a path parting for him as he neared the bottom step. Few were eager to entangle themselves with a three-eyed cat who was less cat and more vindictive fortune cookie.
No one greeted him as he meandered through a forest of legs and boots and bodies, navigating the landscape with all the fluidity of a swift little creek. To do so was to invoke an ancient and cranky wrath. Only one person dared to address Rodney Applejuice directly.
“Applejuice! How’s the meeting going?” Algernon Abernathy all but bolted from his seat by the window, nearly startling Applejuice right out of his skin. Nearly.
He rounded on the eager young lad. So much like his father, besides the fact that he was nowhere near ready to inherit the responsibilities of a coven leader. Especially not on a night like this one. “Algernon Abernathy, it’s going swell.” Conversation over, Applejuice turned to make his get-away.
“C’mon Applejuice, just give me a little more info. Anything. Any visions lately? Future stuff? The killer perhaps?” Oh, this. Applejuice had seen the killer (or perhaps killers was better) plenty of times, not that he planned on sharing that info with anyone but himself. The cat made a point never to speak of impending doom and death as trying to avoid it only made the doom and death more gruesome. He found keeping his lips sealed to be a far better solution. “Listen, kid, we’ve been over this. You’re not a detective, you’re definitely not a coven leader. The day you read minds is the day you know what I know. Am I clear?”
Dejected, Algernon’s posture slumped, but he nodded his acceptance. “Good, now scamper off,” Applejuice was about to wander out the door and into the open air, deterred from venturing further into the house by the sheer number of witches occupying its innards. That is, until he spotted her among the crowd. She looked lost, exactly as she had in his visions. Lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Her lifeboat━ the Moth Coven leader Veyera ━having already moved on.
Whiskers twitching as though he’d caught the scent of something foul, Applejuice wove through the crowd, halting at her feet. “Well, if it isn’t Rhiannon J. Markell. What a surprise seeing you here. I’m kidding of course, I Saw your arrival last month. It was right after I saw your death. Gruesome matter, that one. Avoid cattle.” Markell was a name Applejuice hadn’t heard in a long time, let alone seeing an actual Markell in the flesh. He circled her, a shark circling a drowning man━ or woman, rather. Had her father spoken of him? He doubted it. Rodney Applejuice was well aware of the effect he had on people. His presence was eerie, if not a bad omen. People who met him considered him less an acquaintance and more a scary story.
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Post by shades on May 12, 2017 20:36:20 GMT -5
CHARLIE FITZGERALD
“It was the Fitzgerald Luck that brought your father and I together.”
“Sooo...bad luck?”
His father had told Nicole Fitzgerald her son would be a menace and hunted across all Covens if ever found out, with cosmic powers of the universe on his side. His mother simply stated he had a skin condition and Sesame Street would benefit his education. In the end, Charlie Fitzgerald became more normal than evil with a celery allergy and poor eyesight. Still every once in awhile he would leave the house and his step-father would ask, “where you heading off to, Charlie?” and the young Half-Demon would simply reply.
“Off to make Earth and Hell fall to its knees with me as king.”
“Don’t forget your curfew!”
It was those moments where Nicole Fitzgerald-Brennan pondered the very existence of her son, who at the very least was somewhat powerful in his own birthright. However, the only instance of that was when his laundry would fold itself, the dishes floated into the cupboards, and Elliot Miller tripped down the stairs in eighth grade and broke his arm.
Charlie is a good boy. She often repeats aloud.
___________________________________________________ FITZGERALD HOUSEHOLD - BEAUCHENE PLANTATION NIGHT
Charlie knew about the odd life of New Orleans. He had a Magical Misconditiontm since birth, it was difficult to find a normal explanation for a tail and pointed ears other than “Antichrist” or “Beastiality”- but “Half-Demon” is a fair in-between. It was even harder telling him he had to hide it unless he wished to experience a painful death. He still made friends with witches in the area, however, passing off as a Covenless witch himself.
When his mother called and told him about another killing on the headline and try and convince him to not go out. Charlie simply wondered why she didn’t just come to his room to explain, or even talk through the vents of the small house like they usually did. His room was slightly messy from unpacking from college, and he accidentally sprayed cologne in his eyes. Also he nearly lost his contact while having a phone conversation with his mother, attempting to multitask to get ready for what simply was a ‘night out’ with friends (but not really). “Mom, you can’t just ground me because some people are dying. I’m twenty. I have a car, a job, and a dog. I’m an adult.”
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“Yes, I put the dishes away.” Charlie lied, rolling his eyes while raking a hand through his hair to ruffle the strands. His image in the mirror looked completely average, his skin blemish free except for a slight scar under his chin where he popped a pimple. He glossed his tongue over his teeth, smiling slightly.
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Charlie scowled, “no! I’m not murdering people. Why would you ask that?”
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“Just because my biological father did it doesn’t mean I do it too. I prefer blood sacrifice to Dad anyways.”
“CHARLES.” He heard from downstairs, startling the young man into motion.
“Gotta go Mom.” Charlie hung up, snickering as he slid down the stairs in a haste, tripping on his shoelace at the landing. His mother would surely not enjoy him wandering out late, or him disobeying what was plainly a ‘no’ to go out. Kallie, his blue-nose pitbull was whining at the door, kneading her paws. “Sorry Kallie, you gotta keep the Wicked Witch of the South company.”
With a click of the door, Charlie exited the house into the summertime night of New Orleans. His eyes flickered across the expansive borough of his neighborhood as he sat in his vehicle. With a visible effort, Charlie pulled himself together to drive away from his house. See, there was something going on that was only vaguely explained as ‘Witch Serial Killer’. The covens were meeting tonight at the Beauchene Plantation just outside the city and a half hour away from his house.
Naturally, as a ‘Covenless Witch’ he was invited to attend and give his input on the matter, or so his friend stated in a text. He hadn’t given his mother a true account of the situation- not even a detailed account, but a straight up lie that he was going out with his human friends. If he had embroidered upon the truth at all, it was only more disastrous for him- he didn’t exactly have an excuse to be Pro Witch Lifetm and would have to explain a bit why he actually wanted to know more.
Charlie gazed levelly at the road, turning down the plantation elongated driveway hidden from view to anyone not paying attention.
There was a small clink as Charlie stalled the ignition, taking a deep breath. This was not his smartest moment, Charlie knew there was a possibility he could get caught. He stepped out of the vehicle, tugging his blue button-down shirt at the hem. Wide, dark eyes attempted to look as innocent as possible as he looked around the house and the lively bunch of Witches that surrounded it. Moving towards it, there were witches close to his age that he past while keeping his head down and eyes on his feet.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on May 12, 2017 20:49:47 GMT -5
{ i love charlie so much already. what a good kid <3 }
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Post by koi on May 12, 2017 20:52:04 GMT -5
[ charlie is such an angel. or. well. you get me.
im replying for jess! ]
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on May 12, 2017 21:01:22 GMT -5
( -SLAMS MY HANDS ONTO TABLE- HOW DARE YOU CREATE A CHARACTER AS PERFECT AS CHARLIE )
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Post by shades on May 12, 2017 21:11:40 GMT -5
[ Charlie: An angel. When he walks into the room it is like a whole new sunrise. Mitchie: He hid under my car for two years and now I have to use a broom to get him out. ]
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