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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 20:23:13 GMT -5
{ oooh yeah! that makes sense would she be staking the place out? or would she be out hunting and just so happen to come across the nightclub? }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 17, 2017 20:25:14 GMT -5
( oh yeah! that's an awesome idea! I'm down for it)
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Post by Lea on Dec 17, 2017 20:27:45 GMT -5
{ hmm we could wait till morning BUT while we're on the topic i want to run a plot idea by you guys okay, so: hype raid some of the hunters are out doing their thing instead of partying so what if some of them find the club and are like "wow. this place is crawling with vampires!" and decide to raid the place everything breaks out into chaos. things go from there and in the morning, the cops show up like "what the heck happened here?" edit: alternatively Lea someone realizes petra is missing from the party and peeps go looking for her } perhaps there are already folks keeping and eye on hype because of history of new years bloodbaths going down and they're just there making sure nothing gets out of hand ??? idk and then someone spots petra and is like "is that...??" and they hit up the other morgensterns and are like "yo do you know where petra is?" and then chaos
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 17, 2017 20:28:47 GMT -5
Tbh I feel like she's probably known it was a vampire hotspot for awhile, especially for bitten vamps. So she's probably been watching the place for awhile, and she probably told her mom once she got a good feel for the place and mama was like "we gotta take this place out" and so she's probably leading an actual planned raid))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 20:31:55 GMT -5
{ that works so maybe grace goes to scope it out before she gives the signal to start the raid and she spots petra and things go downhill from there }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 17, 2017 20:39:09 GMT -5
That works for me!
I dunno if I'll be able to start it tonight though. We shall see))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 20:43:51 GMT -5
{ that's fine i'd like to get some more opinions before we settle on anything anyway~ }
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Post by shades on Dec 17, 2017 21:53:52 GMT -5
[ I am oki doki with this idea. Also I am trying to figure out if Nathanael will say something profound and possible something in agreeance to Alistair or let the vampire loathe him in peace. Hmmm. It's like romancing a character in a videogame, do I wanna or naw? ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 22:29:54 GMT -5
{ what do you feel in your heart shades? what is right for you? }
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Post by shades on Dec 17, 2017 22:47:40 GMT -5
[ my heart says to try and break the mold and make Alistair a little less grumpy towards a thing of beauty. Nathanael also doesn't like working with the opposite kind. They can sulk together. ]
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 17, 2017 22:49:02 GMT -5
[ ello all!
/rolls in unceremoniously// ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 22:49:08 GMT -5
{ aw brooding buddies they can complain about how much they hate each other }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 22:49:48 GMT -5
{ BOOOOOOO! YOU MADE IT! what's up? }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 17, 2017 22:52:08 GMT -5
( Hello Bo! follow your heart shades)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 17, 2017 23:02:20 GMT -5
( booooo )
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 17, 2017 23:03:00 GMT -5
[ hey honeybun!<3 I have arrived, in mostly one piece ;3 i'm just chillin? how are you?
heyooo serval!
clouuudddyyy
also, i love the raid idea Nyx could probably cause some chaos with that, if need be~ ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 23:07:03 GMT -5
{ nyx should definitely cause some chaos also i added partners to the front page i made elijah and grace partners instead of alistair and grace it just makes more sense that the eldest would be paired together
i'm gonna change it some more in a minute now that i've decide phoebe is gonna be gabriel's buddy cop }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 17, 2017 23:28:07 GMT -5
[ cloudy I am ]
[ deciding on whether or not to write a post. My head hurts xD I might just write it tomorrow and go to bed lol ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Dec 17, 2017 23:51:34 GMT -5
[ hey hey hey, sorry for not getting stuff up. things have been weird and i've barely had a second of alone time. i am finishing my characters tonight if i have to stay up all frickin night to do it. and i'll read up on the posted stuff. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 17, 2017 23:56:35 GMT -5
{ ey! don't worry about it briar we understand life can get crazy~ }
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Post by Lea on Dec 18, 2017 0:21:01 GMT -5
HYPE..
Cowgirl Betty. Petra giggled at the insult from Mickey, her eyes looking the country hick up and down. She did not know the vampire, but she immediately disliked her. All bitten were scum, especially those who didn't realize where the were. And they were not in the middle of a rodeo.
"Ooo, Mikey, not the hunters," she murmured under her breath as he roasted the rodeo clown, "They're such a bore." Petra clicked her nails on the bar top, tilting her head awaiting a response. Taking another sip of her beer she wondered how long before hart of dixie went off on her way. She hoped it was soon.
Petra did not flinch at Mickey baring his fang, her grin merely widened; she had startled him. Not by her appearance, no, he was used to being approached by fools, but Petra was no fool - or at least, not much of one. She was a Morgenstern, a name she was beyond proud to hold. Her family was her world and she would lay down her life for them, to be a Morgenstern was an honor unlike any other and their power was something feared, something yearned for by others, something she cherished. Especially during moments like these, that power and that name gave her almost immunity when dealing with other vampires, I mean, who wants to mess with the Morgenstern princess? Definitely no one who knew her brothers.
And now this pig wrangler was something that irked her, not only was she not a Morgenstern, or one of their coven, but she was also Bitten vampire. There was nothing more that Petra wanted than to bath the dance floor in Hawthorn's blood, but she had made a promise to herself not to cause any trouble with the bitten tonight, if she could help it. She just wanted to have fun. This pony girl was something else though 'Pre-sti-geous', Petra's lip curled, her hand gripping her beer tighter - any tighter and it would break. She didn't offer a response to the cowgirl, however, and just turned her attention back to Mickey, "Don't worry, Mickey dear, I'm not here to shed any blood tonight."
She finished off her beer, setting it on the bar and before she could nod to the bartender for another, Mickey was ordering her drink for her, Oh, "Purple Vodka it is!" she said with enthusiasm. Why not? Tonight was New Years! She might as well get drunk and have some fun. In any case, it's not like anyone knew she was here tonight, no one to stop her, "Oh, and please call me Petra! It's not every night the covenless are in the presence of a Morgenstern, this is a special occasion!"
Petra curled a lock of her hair in her finger as she scooted a seat over, closer to Mickey. She was still a little on edge, she didn't know this vampire very well, but she had heard stories. Her eyes wandered to his neck, trying to see if she could make out any bite marks - no one knew if he was born or bitten and how amazing would it be if she found out?
"So, Mickey," she said, looking back up at as his face after coming up with nothing on his origin, "What brings you to Hype? You here for a bite?"
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 18, 2017 0:31:26 GMT -5
{ poor hawthorn! she is getting roasted and she doesn't even know it xD she's just a jackalope in the big city u-u }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 18, 2017 0:35:12 GMT -5
( poor hawthorn is just trying to make friends! )
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Post by ✦ вσвσ on Dec 18, 2017 1:59:50 GMT -5
Elijah Morgenstern & Brynden Rivers
New Years left the sour sting of poison in Elijah's mouth, every year that passed made him feel as though he was being left behind. The times were changing, as if the current humans were fizzling just out of reach, twisting from his grasp and laughing at him. Like he'd never truly understand the way they thought, spoke, acted. Many times, they felt like foreign creatures.
Especially as he meandered through the party, surrounded by hunters with gleaming eyes and languid smiles. Elijah's eyes skipped past them quickly, only searching for the familiar heads of his family. He cared little for the alliance party that was a feeble attempt to link the two enemies together against a common enemy.
Except the common enemy was more of an elephant in the room. And while it was not the bitten vampires, it breathed and lived within each of them. Every flawed creature, despite the perfect exterior of Elijah's brethren. Prejudice.
Elijah shook the thought away, his eyes catching a glimpse of Alistair on a maroon chair, looking like the foreboding master of the manner. Despite the cool look on his face, Elijah shuddered at the shade of something sinister flickering deeper in his brother.
"A trick of the eye," He scolded himself. This was not a time to turn brother against brother. To start a blood war in the midst of a politically tense time.
Elijah swiftly slipped down the sweeping staircase into the main foyer of the house. The sea of humans parted, their senses not impaired enough to attempt a conversation with the eldest Morgenstern son. He caught the departing figure of Christian and his youngest brother exiting into another room. So far, three of the four siblings accounted for.
But Petra? The little one? Nowhere in sight.
Elijah took a calming breath, straightening the tie around his neck and keeping his pace even as he continued to circle the room. To any human who caught a glimpse of him, he simply looked like he was admiring the oil paintings and the beautiful architecture with lazy glances. To the hunters, they might have suspected he was looking for his next victim, the way his eyes drank in each room and took in every guest.
Eventually he wandered outside in the cold, worried that perhaps Petra had stepped into the snow for a breather. How easy would it be for her to be swept into the dark forest, her pale throat ripped from her.
"No," He shoved the thought away quickly. She was a capable woman, no, a capable vampire. She had an iron core of strength that fooled all who came across her. But Elijah knew better. He'd let his anxiety about her get the best of him. He must have just missed her. He shouldn't even be looking for her. She wasn't...gone. This party was incredibly boring, and perhaps she was trying to figure out some fun.
That idea didn't make him feel any better, but it at least satiated the spike of anxiety into a low coil in his stomach. He took a deep breath of icy air and shoved his cold hands into his pockets. A moment more of fresh air and then he'd go back inside the Stoker household.
"Elijah?" A quiet and familiar voice echoed behind him and Elijah turned quickly on his heel. The door was cracked ajar and the smoke dark figure of Brynden stood haloed in the light from the party. Gold soaked light cast an eerie glow around his pale hair and obscuring the hard lines of his face.
"Brynden, yes, hello." Elijah tried to keep his voice as even and cool as possible. The vampire had been in the Morgenstern family as a glorified guard dog for as long as Elijah could remember. But ever since the death of his father, Bryn had been distancing himself from the family.
Bryn tipped his head, slipping a few steps closer to Elijah to stand with him on the edge of the lawn. The vampire moved with incredible grace and speed, as if he glided on the ground as opposed to walk. Now that he wasn't oddly shaded by the light, the dim light brought out the silver highlights of his hair and the deep grooves of his scars. "Everything alright, m-." Brynden stopped himself, presumably from saying 'my lord', since that'd gone out of style centuries ago. Some habits never die.
Elijah was about to shake his head, when he paused. "My sister, Petra, have you seen her around the party recently?" Despite the fact that Elijah didn't think of Brynden as a guard of any kind, the vampire was certainly loyal to the family and more observant than most would give him credit for. Brynden blinked, gazing off to the dark forest for a moment.
"Not recently, no. Why?" Brynden blinked, half turning his face to look at Elijah out of the corner of his eye. "Is she missing?" Concern laced through his voice and Elijah shook his head, not wanting to alarm anyone because of his paranoia.
"No, I just wanted to talk to her, that's all." Elijah paused, turning to head back into the party. "Have a good night, Brynden." And he slipped back in through the open door and into the warmth. But not for long. He knew that Petra must've slipped off, and so he disappeared into the night, in hopes of perhaps finding her at one of her usual spots, safe and sound. And if not...well, he'd certainly make sure that anyone who hurt her wouldn't have a beating heart anymore.
x.x.x
Now left to his own devices, Bryn gazed out across the lawn of snow. Flurries were falling quicker now, covering any previous tracks to the woods from earlier. His thanks to Elijah died on his lips as the older vampire slipped back into the champagne hued glow of the party.
He'd been surprised to find Elijah out on the lawn alone. Usually Elijah was surrounded by his family, or adoring female vampires. But underneath the cool exterior, Bryn had sensed worry, which had been confirmed by the question about Petra. However, there was nothing he could do about it now. Elijah was impossible to read, especially with the frozen ocean eyes of his eyes. Unnerving sometimes how emotionless Elijah felt.
Not like Bryn had any room to talk. He knew of his bloody reputation. Even the vampires kept their distance, which was why Bryn disliked parties. He'd offered to keep watch over the house, to patrol, to do anything except attend this party. But it seemed like every born vampire worth their salt was going to attend, and Papa Morgenstern needed a guard dog to keep his sons in line.
He'd definitely achieved that goal.
Bryn sighed, running his hands through his hair and deciding to slip back into the party, if only to observe the hunters be wary and jumpy every time he moved. They believed he materialized from place to place, his stealth unparalleled. A tactic he'd learned early.
But he was stiff and clumsy in the party scene. The strange artificial happiness caused by alcohol, the friction caused between age old grudges between vampires, oh and the underlying tension that a party of humans and vampires that despised each other, it all made him even more uneasy and shift awkwardly on his feet. He never stayed in one place too long, worried he'd become trapped in one area of the house. At this party, he felt completely useless, out of place, and like he was a ghost haunting the house rather than a living, breathing being.
[ tbh not my best starter but it'll do.
i don't particularly like it but i don't know what else i could've written. oh well, i'll get back into the swing of things eventually ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 18, 2017 2:12:21 GMT -5
{ pish posh! i think it's lovely! i'll finish up something for phillis~ }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Dec 18, 2017 2:21:19 GMT -5
Snow fell through the sliver of sky afforded by the crush of buildings as Phillis burned from the inside out. Trails of blood braided across her throat like a grotesque necklace. She curled into herself━ fetal; knees to chest, cheek to pavement ━barely breathing.
Hot coals glowed under her skin. Granules of ember embedded every vein and capillary, cauterizing a map of her insides. Only pain. A bundle of nerves being burned alive. She bit down the scream that clawed up her throat.
Everything tasted like salt and bile. Tears stained her cheeks, mixed with the blood. Snowflakes caught in the red spill of her hair, bejewelling it with the cold that Phillis prayed would swallow her up. Take the embers and smother them.
An inferno railed, raged inside her. Under her skin. On her skin. Blistering agony gorging itself on every inch of her till she was more furnace than girl.
She could still feel the teeth. Rooted in her neck, their owner long gone.
Her eyes fractured open. Every twitch of muscle was torturous. White-spotted pain. She screwed her eyes shut and focused on expanding her lungs. Fill them with air. Freezing air.
Dense sound leaked through her skull. Thick and muffled. Voices. Music.
She cracked open her eyes again. The scene swam, a muddy whorl of shadow and light. Clarity came in a sluggish drip. Shapes took form. It was a long minute before Phillis knew where she was. The narrow space she occupied was an alley behind a nightclub. It had to be considering the constant stream of noise filling her up.
Her breath came sharp and fast, hissed like steam.
She wouldn’t die here. Not like this.
Phillis cranked up on her elbow. Glass shards and gravel bit through sweatshirt. Her stomach convulsed. Rioting, desperate to evacuate what little is left in her gut. There’s nothing left. All her stomach acid and bile pooled at my cheek. Soaked the front of her sweatshirt.
Her vision spun. Smeared shape and shadow. She squeezed her eyes shut, a fight to regain clarity. Stop the spinning. She opened her eyes again. The alley reshaped itself. No more blur.
She had to stand up. Her gut heaved at the thought. She pushed past it. Up. Glass in her skin. Up. Trembling arms. Up. Burn and blacken beneath. The girl found her legs next. Test tendons, lengthen and stretch. Agony greeted her with spark-spitting fury. The scream caught in her throat, snagged on sandpaper vocal cords.
Everything was heavy and brittle, but she was standing. The wall propped her up as she found her balance. Her whirlpool vision caught sight of the alley’s mouth. The street beyond was alive. It teemed with people, all enjoying their New Years Eve.
Her knees bend, crumple, crack. Asphalt and foul puddles welcomed Phillis back into their embrace. The burn in her veins shrieked at the impact. Her vision swam. Careened. Darkness lapped at the fringes.
Pull it together.
Pull it together.
She tried again. Hauled herself up. Tested her legs. Slogged through the fury-bright fire under her skin. Seconds stretched into eternity. Another breath hissed through clenched teeth as she stumbled out into the street.
No one paid the girl a second glance. Maybe they thought she was drunk. Or making a scene. Either way, nobody stopped to help. She told herself she didn’t care and pressed on. Her hand gripped her neck, sticky with blood. At the very least she needed a bathroom. Down the street, a nightclub hummed with life.
Propelled by urgency, Phillis staggered toward the club. Her vision flickered: blurry, sharp, blurry. Nausea crawled up her throat. A white-hot headache drummed against her skull.
A hand caught her by the shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Bleary eyes tried to focus on the figure holding her steady. The bouncer. Phillis swallowed and forced the words out, “I need… Bathroom…” There was a momentary━ eternal ━pause before her shoulder was freed. The bouncer nodded to the door, “Fine.”
Under different circumstances, Phillis would have felt a surge of gratitude. But right now she could barely think, let alone feel. Inside the club was a cacophony of noise and light and people. Tears mobbed her vision, swamped the girl in a haze of color. She kept her distance from the throng of people engulfing the dance floor, afraid that even trying to insert herself into the crush of bodies would break her. Instead, she clung to the fringes, skirting the other patrons. No one noticed her. And if they did, they didn’t bother her.
The ordeal was akin to climbing a mountain with her bare hands. She barely made it a few feet from the door before Phillis found herself on the floor. Blood surged over her tongue. Weeped between her teeth. Trickled down her chin. Horror lurched in her gut. Revolted by the sensation.
Shaking in every limb, Phillis climbed to her feet and fought back another wave of nausea. There had to be a bathroom here somewhere. But how far? How long before she was free of this crowd?
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 18, 2017 2:45:08 GMT -5
( well what a way to make an entrance lol I could send Rhys her way if you want? Up to you )
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 18, 2017 12:05:36 GMT -5
Ngl I can totally see an angry Grace dragging Petra up to Elijah at the party after the raid like "keep a better eye on your family Morgenstern, I don't have time to keep rescuing her like this"))
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Post by shades on Dec 18, 2017 12:27:04 GMT -5
[ Nathanael will just groan because he knows she wandered off and he's like: not again Petra. ]
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