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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 1:10:45 GMT -5
{ the highway scares me more than country roads especially in the midst of snow }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 1:11:48 GMT -5
Update time: New Years Eve locations: Stoker Manor (New Years party); Hype (nightclub)
Stoker Manor who: Alistair Morgenstern, Nathanael DeMorrison, Gemma Wilde, Rhysand, Brynden Rivers, Theresa Stoker - the stokers are hosting a new years party - morgensterns and hunters are in attendance - alistair is being grumpy about the alliance - gemma is crashing the party in disguise - alistair and nathanael had a brief conversation which ended when nathanael mentioned petra was missing - rhysand heard that gemma was partying with the morgensterns. he got upset and showed up to the party as well to try and protect her - alistair was going to look for petra but was sidetracked when he was introduced to gemma. now he's sticking around to keep an eye on her and rhysand - nathanael is leaving to look for petra - theresa is going to follow nathanael because she's boooooored
Hype who: Mickey, Hawthorn Dixon, Petra Morgenstern, Abbud Arbeely, Arthur Chambers, Skylar Brennan, Phillis Fitzsimmons, Grace Stoker, Bastien Talbot - mickey was chilling and then hawthorn showed up - mickey and hawthorn spoke briefly and then petra joined them - now petra and mickey are talking - abbud showed up, but he is 100% uncomfortable - arthur and maverick went to a bar, but maverick has left arthur all by his lonesome - hawthorn is chatting with arthur about flannel shirts and such - skylar went out hunting and ended up at the nightclub - phillis is dying - grace is preparing to initiate a raid on hype along with bastien - nathanael and theresa will be part of this raid { reposting for new members }
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 24, 2017 1:16:28 GMT -5
[ *flap* don't wait up for me Honey and Glow >.> I'm being super lazy ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 24, 2017 1:31:27 GMT -5
( you'll certainly live on in my dreams shades. how could you focus on the road with a taco in one hand and a cat on your arm?
p.s. Mickey is my Hero and i LOVE Him )
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Post by shades on Dec 24, 2017 1:37:41 GMT -5
[ it's difficult. The taco was nearly dropped a few times and the cat thankfully prefers my lap or shoulder. However idk how I managed. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 24, 2017 2:09:08 GMT -5
Abbud had been nursing a glass of water, heβd refused any alcohol on account of he didnβt drink, the smell of blood had quickly strengthened at one point. Abbud could tell someone, a girl, had been bitten when she entered the bar. Heβd tracked her footsteps as she made her way to the bathroom. Every muscle in his body had tensed, a bowstring pulled taught and ready to fire, as she passed. Abbud had clutched his glass so tight it shattered in his grasp.
Fragments of glass scattered across the counter and to ground in a shower of glistening water and glittering glass. Pain seared his hand where heβd cut himself. Drops of blood falling and mingling with water and broken glass. He gave the bartender an apologetic look as he was handed a damp rag for his sliced hand and helped clean it up even when the bartender tried to refuse him.
Abbud could already feel the flesh on his hand mending, knitting itself back together only moments after heβd torn it open. At least it was a distraction from the smell of blood that still lingered in the air, well, human blood at least.
For a moment as Abbud watched the bartender clean off the counter, he wondered if he could ask for a first aid kit and hurry to the bathroom to help that poor girl. If she didnβt die, or if someone else didnβt make her lunch maybe Abbud could find the strength to cow his own gnawing hunger and instead help her.
If she survived he could offer her a place in his support group. The life of a vampire wasnβt much of one, but it was better than a waste of life. It was better than nothingβ¦ Better than dying in a dark alley and leaving your Mother to mourn you.
Throwing out the glass heβd help pick up, Abbud was making his way back to the bartender to ask him for that first aid kit. When a woman stepped up onto the bar. βParty timeβs over.β She said and then mayhem ensued. The overwhelming scent of fear and blood flirted as Abbud was pulled into the fray.
Frantically, huge dark eyes searched Hype. Looking for familiar faces. Searching for fellow members of his support group, the reason he was here. Finally, he spotted someone. The woman from earlier. She must have been heading for one of the -now blocked- exits when a hunter cornered her. He brandished his chosen weapon of hawthorn at her while she bared her fangs. Abbud felt frozen. His mind screamed to go help her but his legs now felt heavy as lead. He tried to cry out for her to watch out as the hunter slashed his knife downward and her blood splattered across the floor, just as the water and glass had earlier. βNo!β He finally shouted, at just the wrong moment, garnering the attention of the very hunter who killed his friend.
Abbudβs legs were no longer made of lead, they felt lighter than air now as he stared a killer in the face then turned to flee. He scrambled into the crowd. His senses were being bombarded with the din of it all, and somehow Abbud felt keener than ever. Before him, a girl tripped scrapping her hands and cheek on the floor she curled up as the thunderous feet trampled over her. He watched it like it was in slow motion. Abbud shot forward and grabbed the poor girl by her arm and hefted her to her feet in one smooth gesture. He didnβt give her time to thank him as he hustled her away from the crowd, she was human the hunters wouldnβt hurt her.
But Abbud was no hero, and his instincts told him to run and hide like the true prey animal that he was, buried beneath the fangs and whatnot. He couldnβt let himself go down like the woman from his support group.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 13:29:17 GMT -5
{ heyo luminous! your characters look good! i can't wait to see them in action~ }
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Post by ΙͺΙ΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄κ±ΙͺΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄ on Dec 24, 2017 14:08:41 GMT -5
[ hELLO WHO'S READY FOR ME TO ACTUALLY GET MY STUFF GOING? ME. also ?? i need to get caught up like now before y'all get too far ahead ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 14:10:14 GMT -5
{ don't worry broken there's not much to catch up on grace and some other hunters are attacking the nightclub some people are trying to escape others are trying to fight }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 24, 2017 19:12:00 GMT -5
Mickey is so extra and I love him
Also Abbud needs a hug! Poor baby uvu
I'll try to get a post up for Skylar tonight but idk))
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 25, 2017 2:39:49 GMT -5
It was official.
If Gemmaβs insane machinations werenβt the death of her, Rhysand certainly would be.
His molten gold eyes watched as she accepted a flute of what was clearly blood, going by the scent and the look of it, from Alistair Morgenstern. His gaze narrowed, back teeth locking together. The beast within stirred, uncoiling its form like a jaguar. That was a good way to visualize it, Rhysand decided β the feral nature that lurked within him. Certainly it was there for all vampires, but more so for Rhys, considering his upbringing. The big cat flicked its tail lazily in Rhysβ mindβs eye, shifting its gaze from Alistair to Gemma, and back again. It recognized the man as a potential threat. Free? it seemed to whisper to him, purring and rumbling a temptation that Rhys was hard pressed to resist. It would certainly be fun to slaughter everyone in the manor and bathe the streets in their blood, but now was not the time for such actions. Free? The golden-eyed vampire shook his head slightly, to himself; again, his eyes narrowed as he watched Alistair take Gemmaβs hand and lead her away. Gemma had handed him the glasses sheβd been holding, and he placed it on the tray of a nearby servant with no hesitation. The man gave him an odd look, before moving away in the direction of the kitchen, likely to dispose of the glasses.
He watched the man for a moment, before his attention returned back to watching Gemma. He was insanely protective of her, and he was irritated that sheβd walked away from him. For a moment, he met Alistairβs eyes, and his darkened to a bronzed, tarnished gold. Touch her, and I will enlighten you on the exact taste of your own intestines, his gaze seemed to say. His eyes flashed, his upper lip quivered, and he barely resisted the urge to bare his teeth at the born vampire and hiss a deep, guttural warning. Gemma was in grave danger, and she didnβt particularly care it seemed. If Alistair uncovered the truth, sheβd be crucified and staked before you could say βwitch.β The fingers of his right hand spasmed slightly, curling into claws before relaxing. He would fight tooth and fang and nail to get her out, but even heβd be hard pressed. The manor was crawling with hunters and Morgenstern vampires; he still wasnβt entirely sure why they were there, after all.
βNot when your friend back there looks like he would be a much better dance partner than myself.β Alistairβs voice carried over to him, and he cast a glance at the man speaking. The look in the stormy blue eyes made it clear that the statement was sarcastic. Rhysand frowned. Was it an insult then? That he couldnβt dance? He sneered to himself at that. He could dance just as well as any one else. It was easy, wasnβt it? Just moving in time with the music. He frowned again, cutting his gaze back to the pair to discover that theyβd wandered out into the night air. He swore to himself, but before he could move to follow, he was prompted to join someone in a dance. The black-haired female. Marianne, was it? Rhys couldnβt be bothered to remember. He gave her an irritated look, but she wasnβt going to be dissuaded.
Sixty-seconds later, Rhys found himself on the dance floor, forced to engage in a slow, lazy waltz. The look on his face was one of pain and discomfort, and every time the female looked away his expression morphed into a seriously pissed off snarl, only to melt to an almost blasΓ© expression when she looked back. She invaded his personal space, tightening her grip on Rhysand to a degree to which he was tempted to strangle her then and there.
Why me?
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 25, 2017 3:04:22 GMT -5
( xD )
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Yohi
I havent been on here in months yo
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Post by Yohi on Dec 25, 2017 5:16:39 GMT -5
(Hey y'all can I join? I wanted to make sure before actually filling out anything, aha)
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 25, 2017 13:27:40 GMT -5
( Merry Christmas or any other holiday you may celebrate everyone! )
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Post by ΙͺΙ΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄κ±ΙͺΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄ on Dec 25, 2017 13:53:08 GMT -5
[ Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!!! ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 25, 2017 17:27:52 GMT -5
Merry Christmas everyone! I really should get to writing up a post but writers' block has hit me once again... whoops!))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 26, 2017 13:18:56 GMT -5
{ happy holidays everyone! i hope everyone is having a good time }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 26, 2017 13:20:15 GMT -5
( Good morning afternoon everyone! How are we all today?)
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 26, 2017 15:51:02 GMT -5
{ he bought you a desk!? that's amazing! }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 26, 2017 16:55:42 GMT -5
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Post by shades on Dec 26, 2017 16:58:58 GMT -5
[ I got a vinyl record player, vinyls, aND wine. I haven't left my room. I've literally laid on my bed, blasting records and Spotify (it also is Bluetooth, CD, Radio, and has an aux) and drinking from the bottle ]
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Bisexual
Lea
Follow me to Sawgrassclan
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Post by Lea on Dec 26, 2017 17:33:10 GMT -5
( my kitten jumped in my lap and scared me and so I snapped a pic and now she's trying to eat paper off my desk and climbing on my printer and now she's on the window sill xD edit: now she's back on my lap being rude )
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 26, 2017 17:36:58 GMT -5
{ i thought that kitten was a part of your shirt for a second XD }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 26, 2017 17:39:53 GMT -5
( sounds like you guys hit the gift jackpot!
i love your kitten. She's a movie star <3 )
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 26, 2017 17:40:57 GMT -5
{ yeah but if she grows up she'll be a big kitty and big kitties are just as good as small ones! }
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