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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 23, 2018 22:10:38 GMT -5
(Sorry I haven't gotten replies up yet for both of you!! I've been sick over the past couple days. I'll try to respond when I'm feeling better, prommiiissseee)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 25, 2018 12:49:49 GMT -5
(Happy Holidays everyone!!! cough and sorry i'm slacking)
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Post by α΄α΄ΚΚα΄Ι΄Κα΄α΄α΄κ± on Dec 25, 2018 13:22:02 GMT -5
[ hey I posted my joining forms on the other page, this RP seems really interesting so I hope we can keep it active! ]
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 25, 2018 15:55:32 GMT -5
(Hey Nujabes! The creator of this thread hasn't been here for over a month and most likely isn't coming back, but technically I'm Assistant Regional Manager here so I can accept you if your forms look good. I like this rp too and would like to keep it alive for as long as possible!!)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Dec 28, 2018 14:40:42 GMT -5
(HI I'M NOT DEAD I'VE JUST HAD FAMILY OVER; I'll try to respond soon I swear)
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ on Dec 29, 2018 16:02:32 GMT -5
It's all good, Boop. No rush. ^^
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 3, 2019 17:57:11 GMT -5
(asdjasda yall i'm so sorry r i p) β§β½ α΄
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α΄α΄Κ βΎβ§ βOkay, Renegade.β Spencer emphasized the unfamiliar name as she flicked her hair aside with her fingers. βI mean thatβs obvious, but it doesnβt actually answer anything. Whatever though. Iβm Spencer, I guess.β She offered her own name in return, just because social norms dictated that she should. Though admittedly, giving her name to a complete stranger probably wasnβt the greatest idea. Especially with how weird he was. Speaking of whichβ¦ βSo why are you out here?β she asked bluntly, tired of not having all the answers. Morior Brooke carefully drew her hand away from her face, frantically attempting to calculate a new plan without causing a scene. She quickly shot a glance at the cop as he began to walk away in the other direction. No. Thereβs nothing I can do about him now. I just need to stay as far away from him as possible. It was a terrible plan, of course, but it was the only thing she could do without practically handing the public suspicion about her kind. And so she kept walking, and when she was far enough away from the alley she began to run, until her apartment complex came into view. Only then did she slow down, straightening her lab coat to appear calm and collected, when on the inside she was panicking.
Night fell and all she could do was pace around her living room, manicured nails pinching her chin in worry. How incredibly irresponsible of her to not only attack a mortal in public, but also completely forget to administer the amnesiac in her venom! Now there was a mortal running around, an officer no less, with a firsthand account of a vampire attack, and it could have all been prevented if she had been more careful, if she had been less polite, if she had only just rejected him earlier instead of letting him walk her home. Itβs a shame, really. He had been so nice. I really am an awful person, am I? She scoffed. If one could even call me a βpersonβ.
Enough panicking. It was time to take responsibility for her mistakes, and protect the one other person she could from her blunders. She had to at least keep him on guard. She picked up her phone, dialed a familiar number, and brought the device up to her ear. After the surprised βHello?β, she responded with a shaky breath. βChris. Iβm really sorry.β She inhaled deeply.
βSomeone knows.β(Should they meet again the next day at the hospital?)
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Post by Morior on Jan 12, 2019 22:10:32 GMT -5
(Sure)
Iskender woke up in a hospital bed, still in his normal clothes but with a blood IV in his hand and some bandages taped over the bite. He felt better, a little sore and woozy, but sat up no problem. His partner from the police station was there and they chatted for a while, Alex explained what happened to the best that he knew.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 18:09:25 GMT -5
Morior βTap tap tapβ came the sound of Brookeβs swift footsteps as she bustled down the hallway of the hospital. It was already turning out to be a busy morning much like yesterday, with lots of patients to get to and no time to breathe...well, metaphorically.
Truth be told, it took a lot of back-and-forth for her to even come to work today. After the previous eveningβs events, she was almost certain that her career would be over. Sheβd have to take her coven and skip town, maybe even change her name and appearance. Sheβd peered out the window all night, waiting for police cars to swarm around her apartment. But nothing happened, and she had patients to attend to, so here she was at the hospital once again.
A few minutes ago Brooke had been handed a clipboard by one of the medical assistants. Too busy and hurried to even read the contents, she had only glanced at the room number before making her way to the patient. As she reached the door, she took a second to glance down at the name on the sheet: Iskender Terzi. Interesting name. She commented internally as she tore her gaze back towards the door and turned the handle.
The door pushed open, and as Brooke entered the room she spoke. βHello Mr. Terzi, Iβm Doctor-β she stopped abruptly and her blue eyes widened in horror when she saw just who her patient was. That officer. There was no mistaking him - the bloodied uniform, the long dark hair, the downturned nose - it was the same man she had attacked the night before. β...Gardnerβ¦β her voice trailed off as she gazed at him, terrified. (asdasjd I know it's long I can't help it *shrug*)
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Post by Morior on Jan 13, 2019 19:15:14 GMT -5
(yeaah none of my character names are in English anymore haha)
Iskender and his partner looked up towards the doctor. He looked her over a little in fear but not surprise and nodded to his partner. The other officer stood up and approached. "Dr. Gardner I think we'll need to take you in for some questioning." He said.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 19:34:26 GMT -5
( Nightwisher pretty much all of my characters are open except for Brooke!)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 19:56:37 GMT -5
Morior Brooke seemed to be shaken out of her stupor as she heard words from someone unfamiliar, and it was then that she noticed the other officer in the room. She blinked a few times, realizing what was happening and trying to figure out a way out of it. βQuestioning?β she echoed, eyebrows quirked in confusion. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she knew that if she did it would be as good as a confession. And she had to keep the existence of vampires a secret at all cost. So with graceful fingers she tucked a strand of lavender-dyed hair behind her ear and returned to gripping the clipboard in her hands. βIs there a problem, officer?β She asked innocently.
( Nightwisher Sure thing, who do you have in mind?)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 20:12:58 GMT -5
(Aight, hows about my human, Fione?)
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 13, 2019 20:32:58 GMT -5
It had been a pretty quiet weekend, which always left the blonde rather restless. He hated how this town seemed to be so...well, quiet. Wesley had come here off of a hunch, a feeling. He was starting to wonder if he'd lost his edge. Normally his instincts were impeccable, even before he'd become a werewolf. To have it all thrown in his face with the lack of events, the boredom. God, he just wanted something to happen.
Wesley walked around downtown, figuring that if excitement wasn't going to come to him, he would go out and find it, demand that it come to his attention. He placed the orange filter of a Marlboro Red between his lips and lit the tip of it with a white Bic lighter. He inhaled sharply, feeling the sting of the smoke in his lungs. He held his breath for a few heartbeats then exhaled. Well, at least he wasn't on edge anymore.
_________________________________________ ~Wesley Owens~ Location: Walking down the street in a random direction Interactions: N/A Mentions: N/A
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 20:49:08 GMT -5
Nightwisher Fione walked carefully down the street, a plastic bag in each hand. She had just gone to the grocery store, and now she was on her way home. The stroll was pretty peaceful, but Fione wasnβt paying too much attention to her surroundings anyway. She was quite lost in thought, actually. That is, until she caught an unexpected whiff of cigarette smoke from a seemingly random passerby. It caused her to choke a little bit, and she brought her hand up to catch her cough. She had forgotten that a grocery bag was clutched in her grasp, and it clattered to the ground, its contents spilling out. βCrap.β she muttered to herself and immediately ducked down to gather her purchases.
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Post by Morior on Jan 13, 2019 20:50:43 GMT -5
"My partner says you were the one who assaulted him last night, that you worked here at the hospital. You're under arrest." The officer said, taking the handcuffs off his belt.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 13, 2019 21:18:10 GMT -5
Morior βYouβre under arrest.β
The words echoed in Brookeβs mind, and shook her to her very core. Sure, she wasnβt exactly a βlaw-abiding citizenβ, but she had always been responsible so as not to get caught. Sheβd never imagined sheβd hear those words one day, and yet here she was, getting arrested at her own job because of a careless mistake she was certain sheβd never make. The clipboard clattered to the floor as Brooke held her palms in front of her. Really, I should have seen this coming. She thought, as she took a step back in reflex. βAssault?β she asked, keeping up her mock surprise and confusion. βBut I havenβt done anything of the sort.β
Nightwisher Suddenly Fione heard a deep voice ask her a question, and she turned around to view the source. It was a tall man, blond, with the scent of smoke. He must have been the one with the cigarette, Fione realized. Shy, she turned back to her fallen groceries and continued shoving them back into the bag. βOh, um...Iβm fine. Thank you.β She stammered out in a shaky voice, unbefitting her appearance. She wasnβt very good at keeping her cool around others, unless she was in a fight. And she certainly wasnβt expecting to talk to someone on her way home.
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 13, 2019 21:28:32 GMT -5
Wesley gave a slow nod, sensing her shyness. He had picked up the closest item to him and crouched down to put it into one of the bags, and a few other items along with it. "Okay, cool." He murmured, standing up once all the items were back in the bag. He took a step back, looking over her. She didn't really look like someone who would be shy, but then again, most people didn't really think he looked like someone who liked BeyoncΓ©. "Alright, well.. Have a good night. Stay safe." He offered a charming smile, even a wink for good measure, before he backed up another step so she could carry on her way. After all, she didn't really seem like someone who wanted to talk to anyone, especially a stranger on the street. Though he was looking for more friends, he wasn't looking for ones that didn't want to be made.
_________________________________________ ~Wesley Owens~ Location: Walking down the street in a random direction Interactions: Fione (β½Boopβ½ ) Mentions: N/A
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Post by Morior on Jan 13, 2019 21:35:04 GMT -5
"We'll only be able to hold you for about 24 hours for questioning unless we can gather further evidence." The officer went through the usual speech as he walked around her and tried to handcuff her wrists. The officer's voice was steady and casual. Iskender just watched quietly, gazing at Brooke cautiously wondering if she was going to try anything to get away.
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 14, 2019 6:41:27 GMT -5
(So I do plan on responding to you guys but I took a break to draw some 'fanart' of Iskender for practice/experimentation cause he's cool and I like him lol and then next thing I knew it was 6:30 am so uhhh here) tinnny waist
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 12:53:02 GMT -5
(im here i swear.)
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Post by Morior on Jan 14, 2019 22:41:04 GMT -5
aawwww sweet β½Boopβ½!!! I have been meaning to draw him in the police uniform for a while)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 14, 2019 22:54:00 GMT -5
(asdkajs I mean just sayin he is pretty cool so it was fun to draw him lol. I don't really like the style I did though, think I'd rather try something different in the future)
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Post by β½Boopβ½ on Jan 15, 2019 0:04:34 GMT -5
MoriorBrooke offered no resistance as the officer handcuffed her wrists. She could break free if she chose to, quite easily in fact, but she knew that would only make things worse. If she complied now, perhaps she could convince the police that Mr. Terzi was mistaken, or some other story. She could keep the vampiresβ secret safe, throwing them off the scent. But she had to stay sharp-witted, and she had to remain docile.
But not without a little bit of rightful arguing. βDo what you must, officer, but I have many patients to attend to you know.β Nightwisher(Letβs throw in a random vampire for plot, idk why not) Fione gave a shy smile in return as she stood, groceries in hand. He actually seemed like a nice guy, well, at least at first glance anyway. βYou too.β she said, and then she went on her way. It was after just a moment that she walked past an alleyway, and as she passed it an arm shot out of the darkness and latched on to her arm. Fione let out a yelp in surprise, but she was already being dragged into its depths, the grocery bags left behind.
Immediately Fione tried to wrest her arm from the perpetratorβs grasp, but inhuman strength pinned her in place. She turned her head to view the attacker, and could only make out a lithe frame in the darkness. She was confused, but she didnβt have time to think about it at the moment as she was thrown onto the ground.
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Bisexual
Nightwisher
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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Post by Nightwisher on Jan 16, 2019 8:58:36 GMT -5
(When in doubt, add vampires) Wesley had lit up another cigarette after the girl left, looking around to try and figure out where he was and where he wanted to go next. That was when he heard the yelp, his werewolf hearing coming in handy there. Well, that didn't sound good. He back tracked, eyes narrowing when he saw the grocery bags at the entrance to an alley. Well, that was even worse than the yelp. He picked up the pace, tossing his cigarette to the side as he walked into the alley. The woman he had run into earlier was laying on the ground, and there was a dirty leech looming over her.
Wesley didn't have time to transform, so he hoped that his heightened strength and speed in human form would be enough. Frankly, he wasn't so sure, but he wasn't about the vampire have his way. He hurried forward, an inhuman growl leaving his throat as he tried to scare the vampire back.
_________________________________________ ~Wesley Owens~ Location: Walking down the street in a random direction Interactions: Random Vampire (β½Boopβ½ ) Mentions: Fione
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