Welcome to Farefield {FULL}
Welcome to Farefield! >>Farefield OOC<< Our story begins in a little town just outside of Salem, Massachusetts called Farefield. Our town is often overlooked and mostly avoided. People don't vacation to Farefield, they tell campfire stories about Farefield. There are many places here said to be haunted, occupied by creatures of the night, portals into the sixth dimension, etc. Our town is a gathering spot for all the things that go bump in the night, though by unwritten law of creatures of the night, they're supposed to keep themselves as secret as possible. Hah. Good luck in Farefield. The weather here is always gloomy. Our trees are always bare or losing crunchy brown leaves. It's strange how that happens even in Spring, but we're used to it here. We get storms in summer, snow in winter, fog the rest of the time. You could say it's the perfect setting for some Hollywood Halloween movie. Black cats roam free, crows stalk us as we walk the sidewalks, strange things happen, and people die. It isn't that they're dying that's strange. It's how they're dying, or that they're just, disappearing. Sometimes they're seen again, but they're different. Very different. The houses are old, with lots of character and large yards. The schools are small, where most people at least know of each other. And the nights always seem long. Longer than normal. The town is surrounded by the Whispering Woods, almost as if to keep it somehow secluded. We have a few main locations here: Town Square: It's made up of, you guessed it, a large square in the center of the town. It's a fairly decent sized park with trees, a gazebo and such. It's surrounded by our town's only shops and restaurants, including single the grocer. Main street: It's adjacent to Town Square. Town hall is located on Main Street, as well as the local high school, and the single town church and single gas station. Old Mill Cemetery: Yep, a cemetery. It's large, being the only cemetery this ancient town has ever had. It's got a new section that's kept up with, but it's mostly made of a lot of old headstones with tall grass, overgrown shrubs and trees and walk-in tombs. The tombs are said to lead underground to various places where things live. There is in fact an old mill on the premises as well. A lot of the town's rebels like to hang out in the cemetery and cause trouble. Whispering Woods: These woods have their name for a reason, that's right, they whisper. Not everyone believes it of course, but it's true. They're said to be haunted, and a place you don't want to be alone when they're the only entrance and exit in town for, well, whatever the town attracts anyway. It surrounds the entire town. Skull Creek Crossing: It's an old faded-red wooden bridge over a small creek. No one knows why they call it a creek since it's more like a small river. It's at least three car lengths wide and always rushing. Not something safe to swim in by any means. Bloodlake Camp: The lake gets its name from the color the water appears to be. No one knows why it looks so red, or why it appears just like blood on a full moon, but no one really talks about it either. The camp is old and a little run down, but its got a creepy sleep-with-one-eye-open kind of charm that some Fearstreet Fair: The Fair, like the diner, was created to bring tourists. It was made to be a thrilling, scary point to visit in the town, with less colorful and happy fun things, and more creepy and bloodied-looking terrible things. It's like some kind of Halloween Haunted House made year-long fair. It's rarely busy, except on Friday and Saturday nights, and while it is an attraction for tourists, they don't stick around long, if they survive. Deadman's Diner: Yeah, they actually named the diner, Deadman's Diner. It was a tourist ploy. But it didn't really work. They scared more people away than they attracted, but that's okay, we like it that way. Tourists always come here thinking we're all witches or vampires or something. They have no idea. Typical homes: These can be used as your character's home if you want! Just make sure no one else is using it first. SPOILERKeep reading... |
Character options and Rules Our story can have witches (male & female), vampires, werewolves, and humans. I'm keeping it simple. If you have a really creative idea to have some kind of spirit-being, or troll-like person (or other ghoul, etc.) PM me with your idea and we'll discuss it. Before you join, you MUST read the other character profiles first. If we have seven females and three males, and you try to add a female, I'm going to turn you away. If we have seven vampires and you want to add a vampire, I'm going to turn you away. If we have any characters who can shapeshift into a purple giraffe, and your character can shapeshift into a purple giraffe, I'm going to turn you away. Are you catching my drift? Be diverse. Vampires need to be different from other vampires, humans need to be different from other humans, etc. We also NEED ANTAGONISTS. Bad guys who cause trouble, monsters who want to turn everyone into mindless zombies, whatever, I don't care, but we need good guys and bad guys to make the story whole. Witches: Witches can do a lot of stuff, being that they can cast spells and do all that fun stuff. (Can you tell I don't know anything about witches?) So witch abilities are sort of endless. They do not have superhuman strength though, or senses. They do appear human. They also live longer than the average human, around 200 years. Vampires: All vampires have superhuman strength, senses, etc. They all also have the ability to compel other creatures (will them into doing things for them, etc. - by making eye contact and telling them what to do/not to do.) The sun doesaffect them, unless they're wearing some sort of enchanted charm that allows them to walk in the sunlight. (These can be acquired by the help of a witch.) They can also have one or two other small abilities (like: telepathy, shapeshifting into a single creature, etc.). The abilities can not be the same as any other vampire in the story. Vampires are allergic to wood and silver, as well as garlic. The strong odor of the garlic confuses their senses and foils mind control. Vials of pure garlic extract can be consumed if one suspects they may soon be attacked by a vampire. When the vampire bites, he will soon find his throat burning, like he'd consumed acid. Large amounts of this in a vampire's system can be used to subdue him. Young vampires cannot cross running water. Vampires heal quickly and their blood heals humans quickly as well. Vampires can only enter a home when invited in, but can freely enter into any building not considered a home for humans. Vampires can only turn others into vampires by blood-sharing. This means, a vampire feeds on a human and a human drinks the vampire's blood. They would have to share a loottt of blood for the human to actually change. But by sharing, they can in that moment, share one mind and soul, and it causes them to be able to speak telepathically to each other, as time goes on. The only other way for a human to become vampire is if they have vampire blood in their body (they can be forced into a situation like that if you want) and then they die. Within the hour they would awaken, a starving, young, crazed vampire. Werewolves: All werewolves in human form are strong than a human, but not as strong as a vampire. They still have superhuman hearing, sight, and smell. Their body temperatures run higher than a normal human, making them feel as if they're running a slight fever. Changing into a werewolf and back would render the shifter naked. Werewolves who've had years of practice can change at will, not just on a full moon. It's very painful, but hurts less the older a werewolf gets. A werewolf lives longer than a human, around 120 years. Werewolves are allergic to silver. Aside from that, a vampire bite is the only sure thing to kill one in its wolf form. They are also repelled by wolfsbane. People plant it around their homes and it masks the human scent quite well. Pure wolfsbane extract can also be used to subdue a werewolf, if you can get it into his system. (Putting it in his drink, or giving him a shot of it.) Werewolves also heal very quickly. Werewolves can turn humans into werewolves by biting them while in wolf form. A female human who becomes pregnant by a werewolf, will also become werewolf by nature so that her body can handle the litter. Werewolfs typically mate for life, but some are rebels. Werewolves and Vampires are natural enemies. A bite from one or the other would kill the bitten, slowly, over the course of a few days, causing the victim fever and hallucinations and making them violent throughout the course of it. Character ideas that would be useful (these can be human, vampire, witch or werewolf, too): Doctor at the local hospital - who makes house calls, too Police officer Mayor Diner waitress/waiter RULES: - Follow Mene rules and TOS. - No Godmodding. - Post at least once a day. (I can understand life - I have one. I get tired and lose inspiration sometimes, too. But don't make us wait more than two days without a family crisis or you'll get the boot. In other words, don't make us wait because you're being lazy.) Most of us can post throughout the day. So if you can't commit to that, don't join and ruin it for the rest of us. [no] - Post in paragraphs. NO one-liners EVER. [illgetu] - If you want to join, PM me with your character idea (by filling out the character profile skeleton below), and when I give you the go ahead, post your character picture and profile in the RP along with your first post. - Above all else, be creative and have fun! |
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Farefield Updates Current day/weather: October 2nd - Pouring rain, around 9 a.m. with very dark grey skies and wind. Character locations and extras: Becca - Outside of the office building at Camp Bloodlake Onyx - At Becca's house with Matt Matt - At his parent's house with Onyx eating breakfast Kaled - At the church with Nate Nate- At the church with Kaled Kasimir - At the diner with Randolph Randolph - At the diner with Kasimir Alistair - At the bed and breakfast with Vart Vart - At the bed and breakfast with Alistair Clara - Outside of Camp Bloodlake Audry - Inside the office building at Camp Bloodlake Aiden - Outside the office building at Camp Bloodlake Lilith - Just joined |
It was early afternoon in Farefield, though no one could ever tell the difference. It was a typical gloomy and overcast day. The leaves were browning and beginning to fall from the trees already, not that they were ever very green to begin with. A light breeze picked up and Becca's long soft hair flitted around her face. She reached up and tucked it behind an ear while she fumbled with the office door key to Bloodlake Camp.
Although it was October and the camp was closed, someone had to upkeep it. And while there were a few people hired to keep the canoes afloat and the water running, Becca was hired to make sure all those things got done, and that the bills got paid. She was lucky enough to work on her own time, and she was officially off work. Finally the stupid lock on the decrepit cabin-like office door locked. It was silly that they even locked it. It wasn't like a toddler couldn't manage to get inside. But, she'd been told that some of the town's younger generation liked to mull about the place in the off season. No one seemed to mind. Even the cabins were left unlocked. But the office had important documents that didn't need messed with. She dropped the keys in her over-the-shoulder bag that her best friend had given her last month on her birthday, and hopped off the two short wooden stairs into the dirt with a smile. She took in the sight of the lake, and her smile faded. Right. I'm in Farefield now. The place wasn't so bad. It was quite beautiful, and sometimes enchanting. But overall, creepy. Really really, creepy. Becca headed through the camp, sticking to the dirt path that would lead her through the woods and to her car. She wore a pair of brown laceup boots with fleece-topped socks sticking out above them. She wore a jean skirt and a red plaid fleece button up shirt, fitted to her form and rolled up at the sleeves. It accentuated her brown-blonde hair and sapphire eyes, which is why she wore it. Sticks and leafs crunched under her boots as she followed the path through the camp towards her car. The camp wasn't far from town at all. It just felt far because of the mass of woods that engulfed everything. In fact, she was pretty sure she could hear some of the fair rides and music, if she listened closely. |
Kaled found something deliciously ironic in his profession. An individual such as himself who could have easily passed for a patron saint of patience and guidance, leading a congregation towards the path they thought would bring them to their God when he could be no further removed from their teachings. When all he wanted was to lead them right into the palm of his hands where they could never again see the light. He was his own God, his own master, doomed to toil in mortality until his birthright was granted to him.
Noon should be coming to a close. His last sermon had dispersed, leaving him with nothing but himself and his God. Or so the masses would believe. He took great pains in discretion, leaving not a trace of his true purpose lingering on his skin, in the church, in the air. Scent wouldn't have been such a problem if not for some of the residents in town. A misfit bunch of monsters and rabid dogs interspersed between the human inhabitants. But Kaled had not been able to do as he had if such a hinderance as a stray 'wolf could discover him so easily. It had been one such reason he had chosen this specific line of work. A priest is almost held entirely free from suspicion in all regards, and the church gave him an excuse as to why the grounds were littered with wolfsbane along stray pieces of silver and chunks of garlic cloves. His church was known as one of the safest places in Farefield to go for mass or confession or for a place to stay for the night, especially for weary travellers who could not find somewhere in town to stopover. After all, a church is meant to be free from unholy dangers. But nothing is safe from me. The old wooden stairs creaked as he descended, shoes putting pressure on boards that should have been replaced years ago. Kaled had seen no need - the wood was not yet rotting and that was good enough of a reason to postpone such a task. There was also the added incentive of not allowing anyone down into what others assumed was the personal crypt of the church. In all fairness, they were correct. The space underneath the building was, at one point, the burial grounds of all previous clergymen. But now it had a decidedly more sinister purpose. Electric lights flickered, barely illuminating the space in a stuttering soft golden glow. The shadows seemed to writhe wherever the light didn't reach, twisting into impossible shapes when viewed out of the corner of one's eye. But the true centre of attention was to the young woman chained down in the middle of the floor overtop a complex symbol made up of circles and lines and letterings of a language unknown. Kaled stepped over to her, darkness brushing the hollows of his face to paint it like a skull. He bent down to grab a knife that had been lain near the edge of the outermost circle, and - without moving from where he was crouched, without even a glance at the trembling woman's face - spoke. "Be honoured, for you are serving a purpose far greater than your mortal life." Light stuttered, the room going black to yellow to black to red to yellow again. He stood, something that continued to bleed in his palm. His shoes made a barely audible scuffing noise as he turned on the floor. Wooden boards creaked once again under his feet and, with a small thought and push of power, turned the switch off. After all, it wouldn't do to stain the white enamel. The room turned to darkness and remained that way. Above, Kaled began preparing his next meal. But for the thud of knives and the soft humming of a tune long lost to time, the church was utterly silent. |
"Where did you get it?" The question was asked with serious curiosity, the speaker sitting rather contently atop a large headstone in the cemetery. A large oak tree grew just behind him, shading him very well from the sun. Well, it would have shaded him very well from the sun but the day seemed rather overcast already. A gloomy day, one his companion thought perfect for lurking about in cemeteries. Alistair didn't particularly like cemeteries, it reminded the vampire too much of death. He would much prefer to sit in a small cafe or bookstore.
Right now though that apparently wasn't happening, and he was holding something up. A small pendant in the shape of a dragon, dangling from a metal chain, grey-blue eyes staring at it intently. He glanced once at his companion, the blond sitting at the base of the headstone, leaning his back against it and resting his head somewhat against one of the tall vampire's legs. Alistair was clothed simply, black boots that looked as if they weren't from this era, low heeled and made for traveling. Black jeans and a black long sleeved button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His skin was less pale, less cold, he had fed recently. From a small animal he had managed to the get the drop on. The blonde human was clothed in black work boots, dark blue jeans and a thin long sleeved white shirt. A silver, black and blue bracelet fit tightly against his right wrist. He had looked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement, at his friend when the other spoke, asking that question. He was sure Alistair already knew, well more or less knew, his less than honest methods of obtaining objects. Especially rare things. The blonde German was a thief, he always had been and he supposed he always would be. He was sitting indian-style at the base of the large headstone that Alistair currently used as a chair, sometimes letting his head rest against one of his companion's legs as they dangled next to him. "Well, I was looking for something nice, when I stumbled upon some people talking about things. Things that keep a vampire from cooking in the sunlight.." His voice was laced with a German accent and he glanced up at the sky. "..Though, I haven't seen much sunlight since we've been in this town..Still it could help in other places." He was grinning, those emerald colored gaze tilting towards his friend. "Getting in was the easy part, getting out was rather tricky..." Kasimir had begun to ramble about his adventure into what had apparently been a witch's home. The German rambled a few moments, telling the whole ins and outs of sneaking into the house, though halfway through he was cut off by the pendant being dangled in front of his face. "You stole it. For me?" There was an unreadable tone in Alistair's voice when he spoke those words. It wasn't the first time Kasimir had done something foolish like that, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. "Take it back, Kas. Return it to the one you stole it from. I don't think it'll work, it wasn't made for me." Alistair didn't know much about witches and magical pendants, but didn't something like that only work if it was made for a specific person. Kasimir was pouting now, though he did reach up and take the dangling pendant from Alistair, he stared at it. As if trying to will it to work for his friend. |
Business was slow today. Really slow. Nate stared out at the Town Square through the diner's front window, listening to the distant sound of the ever present street fair and the strange noises coming from the manager's office. But he ignored those. He had become an expert at ignoring things. Eventually he turned and headed toward the back, silently decided the door's bell would let him know if any customers wandered in.
He sat with a huff in the chair they kept for the floor staff, giving their line cook a quiet stare. He looked away when the older man turned to look at him, pretending to be staring at the shift calendar. They sat in silence like that for what felt like hours. Chances are it had only been a few minutes. Eventually the cook left the room and Nate leaned over to grab his back on his hook. He dug through and removed his phone, eyeing the screen. No messages. Didn't know why he even looked. The only people who even had his number now were his boss, the various telemarketers nation wide, and his old roommate. But they hadn't talked in months and he was sure Louis had stopped caring. Putting his phone back in his bag he tossed it to the side, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling. It was going to be a really long day. |
There was still, at the very least, two hours length of time left until his penultimate service of the day. Most citizens tended to stay home past the dimming of the sun, not wanting to venture out into the twilight for fear of what may be thriving in the shadows, what horror lurked beyond the scope of their vision. Kaled resisted the urge to giggle - it was unbecoming for a warlock of such standing to giggle like a teenaged girl - but he did allow himself a small smile. More than what Mother would have permitted though she had disallowed the expression of any emotions.
It wasn't right for power to be tainted by mortal feelings. Or that was what she had taught him. She herself had not been one to follow her own teachings, giving in to anger or hatred or self-righteousness far too easily and far too often. Absently he traced patterns onto his skin. A casual observer would think it to be a random assortment of lines, but to Kaled - to him, his fingers were trailing along tendrils of memory, brushing past moments when Mother had been unable to restrain herself... He cast the thought from his head. The past was the past for a reason and it was petty to dwell on happenings from so long ago. No, he must keep to the present, look to the future, for that was were his mind was needed. With a wave of his mental hand he had the plate and cup wash themselves in the sink which had conveniently been turned on, scrubbing and drying and floating back into the cabinet to be used again later in the evening. He had only one personal set of dishes, the rest for guests to use should they find themselves in his church and needing a meal. Though occasionally the visitor would find themselves staying longer than they had intended. The woman in the former crypt had been such a person. Kaled couldn't resist - she was the ideal sacrifice, fit and kind and wise beyond her years. A pure air about her. Human. Travelling across different countries, needing a place to stay, anywhere that could put her up for little or no cost whatsoever. So she found herself at his doorstep just as the last of the congregation had dispersed, driving back into their comfy little ignorant lives. Now she was lying on his alter - though not the one in public view. Her life's liquid had spread across his sigil, giving power to his God. He had been kind and killed her quickly, a quick line across the throat from ear to ear. A smile to match the one she had when they first met. He had done the rest of the work post-mortem, sparing her the added suffering. Sentiment. Mother would've been so disappointed. But Mother is gone, spirited away by the shadows she once commanded. The same cannot happen to you, Kaled. Not with your destiny, not with your promise, not with the skill that you wield your talents. The darkness is your friend, your tool, your master. And with it I shall be reborn into a higher being. It will only be a matter of time. I just need the one, the perfect sacrifice to be spread under my fingers and then - only then - will I be given what is so rightfully mine. |
Becca was nearly halfway to her car. She couldn't see the red lake anymore, or any of the cabins, just the looming trees of the Whispering Woods that surrounded her. The sky was abnormally dark, as usual, but it didn't really bother her. Though she'd been born in Phoenix, Arizona, she'd spent the last many years of her life in Portland, Oregon. That place didn't have many sunny days either.
She fingered the stone of a necklace she'd always worn. It was a long necklace, the stone hanging to about her navel area. The chain was made of real gold, thin and delicate, but enough to hold the weight of the large dark ruby. The ruby was real, too, though no one had ever realized it. The necklace had been passed down in her family for generations. Her great grandfather once told her a story about a time when the stone was protected by her family, for some, reason... Becca couldn't remember now. Her great grandfather passed away when she was just a child. She'd never taken his stories seriously. When Becca was finally given the necklace, on her 18th birthday some time ago, she'd found it to be more beautiful than she'd remembered. She'd chosen to make it a part of her daily wardrobe, even though her grandmother had warned against it. Becca didn't know why it mattered. It was a cheap family heirloom that held sentimental value to the family, she understood, so she thought. She'd take care of it. Sheesh. Old people and their things. Little did Becca know, the stone was but a piece of the puzzle to reversing the vampire curse. Somewhere out there in the world, was a similar stone, an opal, that had the power of undoing the werewolf curse. The two had to be brought together to work, but depending on the incantations spoken, there were many outcomes possible. For instance, should they fall into the hands of a werewolf with a knowledgeable witch on his side, they could wipe out the entire vampire population in a city, and potentially the world. And vice versa. If someone else brought the stones together, they could wipe out both species. But, if they worked together, they could simply reverse their curses. But no one out there knew all of that information, at least not yet. Bits and pieces of this and that were rumored, but only a single unknown grimoire held the truth. Which one? And only a witch could read it or recite the incantations... Becca's thoughts were on none of these things unknown to her as she fondled the necklace. Right now her mind was becoming more and more aware of the growing eerie feeling that was beginning to consume her, and cause the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. She heard something in the woods behind her. She spun around to see nothing. Then there it was again, in the other direction. She turned again. Nothing. Had it been a whisper? Becca's heart raced. It was just the wind. It had to be. She was alone out here, wasn't she? Becca picked up her pace, boots crunching over leaves and sticks and kicking small rocks down the slope that led to her car. It was just ahead. Another eerie hiss cut through the trees. Becca... it called. No, her mind was playing tricks on her. Ruunnn... it hissed, louder than before. Becca didn't hesitate. She ran now. The wind picked up instantly and whipped around her causing her hair to wrap around her neck and face. She clawed at it, pulling it from her eyes. Her heart was pounding so fast and so hard, she was afraid it might actually burst, but she didn't stop. With her keys in her hand, she raced towards the end of the path, down the slight slope. Her car was just ahead, she could see it now. When she finally reached the car door, she fumbled with the keys, and dropped them. Fear was killing her, right now, she was going to die because, because, of what? A little bit of wind? Becca knelt down and picked up her keys. The instant her fingers touched them, the wind stopped. Completely stopped. The trees didn't even shake now. |
Onyx awoke with a slight nose coming from outside of her window. That's how she always woke up. She could never sleep in due to a fairly loud nose that comes from the window next to her bed every morning. Stupid rain gutter. Onyx got up gingerly feeling as if all the alcohol from last night had come rushing up to her head. She immediately grabbed the aspirin off her bed side table and popped two.
After about twenty minutes of getting up without setting off her head, she quickly got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, and a red and black plaid button up shirt, putting her combat boots by the door in case she needed to go somewhere for inspiration at any given moment. Skipping breakfast, Onyx made her way over to her study, and sat down at the large computer she called Dino. Because of how ancient the thing must've been. Onyx swiftly put on her glasses she used for typing and began. Alek slowly turned to see... "No." Onyx said aloud. Onyx must've rewritten that one line twenty times before she finally gave up and just slumped her head onto the desk. Without looking, she turned off the desktop and slowly started thinking about giving up on her writing career and just getting an actual job that would pay more, and would cause less stress for her. |
Nate continued his lonely moping, eyeing the ceiling with the same enthusiasm he had when he first started. That is to say none. Almost absolutely zero. He jerked from his spot only when there was the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat about a foot from his ear. He turned, blinking at the face of his manager with a look of annoyed horror.
The older man didn't say anything at first and Nate shifted uncomfortably until he stood from the chair. He cast a quick glance at the clock and, with a sigh of relief, he realized the frightening interruption was because his shift was over. His manager was frightening and he was pretty sure he was a cultist or something equally ludicrous by the noises that left his office on a daily basis, but he was a rather considerate man. All of Nate's shifts ended soon enough that he had some time to get home before the sun went down. A few minutes later he found himself out in the town square with his pack on his back and walking slowly yet deliberately toward the edge of town and toward the woods. He lifted his eyes to the overcast sky, only a little disconcerted that he couldn't see the sun. He picked up his pace a bit, taking as many shortcuts as he could without full on breaking the law. He just needed to get back to the house, get back to where he knew he was safe. Well...safe wasn't a word to describe being alone in the middle of the woods in an old house that had too many locked doors with too little keys. All he needed to do to get there was cut through the cemetery, take the hour long trek to the scariest lake he had ever seen in his life, and then walk along that overgrown dirt road down to the house while keeping his eyes plastered to his feet. Simple. And this time he had a camping lantern with him so if the sun did go down before he got home he wouldn't have another panic attack. With an annoyed sound he pushed the old gate open, slipping onto the cemetery grounds and scanning it quickly. There was movement over by one of the trees a little way down. He looked away almost immediately. It wasn't impossibly tall but he wasn't taking any chances here. Not again. He started to weave his way through the old stone slabs, slipping over a few with practiced ease as he made his way toward the far end. |
Varten sighed as he walked back to his house. He had been planning this Halloween party for months. He had all the decorations bought and the house looked good. Though Valentines day was his favorite holiday, he enjoyed Halloween immensely. He was a creative person by nature and really did like to be around people.
Reaching his front door, Varten sighed. He just wanted to make some friends. Maybe meet the love of his life, if he was to be so hopeful. He had always dreamed of finding 'Mr. Right'. But knew that it was next to impossible when all the good looking men ignored him. |
"Kasimir, are you going to pout all evening?" Alistair thought he caught some flicker of movement at the far end of the cemetery, but he ignored it for the most part. If it was a threat it would come to them, if not then it would just pass them by harmlessly. Most of the vampire's attention was on the blonde German, watching the other as he leaped to his feet rather suddenly, looping the pendant around the vampire's neck. Alistair sighed and shook his head slightly before slipping off the headstone to stand next to his blond companion.
Kasimir had jumped up when the vampire spoke, and quickly put the pendant around his friend's neck. "I don't pout." A statement that was clearly untrue, the German pouted about almost anything. Still Alistair didn't protest when the pendant had been put around his neck but he did move to stand, causing Kasimir to step back slightly. "Just keep it awhile, if it doesn't work I'll return it. If it works then I'm sure the person I swiped it from won't miss it at all." An easy grin was on the blonde human's lips and he grabbed Alistair's wrist and started tugging him forward. "I'm tired of this spooky place already. Let's do something fun." He let go of his friend once the vampire was following him. Alistair was a bit quiet now, but that didn't bother Kasimir, the other was often quiet. Side by side they began walking through the cemetery. |
Varten just threw the fliers down on his porch on a whim. He decided that they weren't even worth cleaning up. A breeze blew by stirring his long red coat, the last present that he ever got from his mother, and taking the fliers to the air. The young vampire watched as they danced on the breeze before they were too far out of sight. A sudden sense of dread filled him, as he had never purposefully littered since he was a human child.
Squashing the feeling he walked in his front door. He sighed as he stared down the entryway at all the fantastic decorations that he so painstakingly put up. Finally Varten climbed the stairs to his room, to take a shower. He felt that he stunk even though it was far too cold out to have worked up a sweat. By the time he was out of the shower, he felt much better and too awake to rest. |
When Becca was finally in her car, sitting in her seat with the doors locked, she took a deep breath. She looked out all of the windows. A slight breeze had the trees swaying gently. There was no one and nothing in sight. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. It was a hysterical sort of laughter, and she leaned her head back on her headrest as she calmed herself.
Maybe the rumors of this little town are starting to get to you, Bec, she told herself. Just then a large brightly colored thing plastered itself on her driver side window, and she screamed and squeezed her sapphire eyes shut. When she gained the courage to open her left eye just the tiniest sliver to look at the window, she realized it was a piece of paper. A flyer. The wind must have picked up again, plastering the thing to her window. Becca would have laughed at herself again, but she was embarrassed, even being alone out here, that she'd gotten herself so worked up over a little bit of wind. She turned the car on and powered the window down enough to fit her hand out and pull the piece of paper into her car. It was a flyer for a party at the old Nytewing's place. The place was old. It was large and had a very I'm-haunted-and-my-walls-bleed kind of feel. A big party none the less and perfect for the month of October. This was so Onyx's kind of thing. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed Onyx. When she answered, Becca would tell her about the party and ask if she wanted to go, and of course she would. Becca would promise to swing by before the party so they could get ready and arrive together, taking one car to the house just at the edge of town and mostly secluded. When she disconnected with Onyx she drove out of the camp and headed back into town, the short half a mile that it was, passing by the cemetery. She could see figures there, as always. Apparently it was a neat place to hang, especially at night, though Becca couldn't see why. The place was creepy. But, the whole town was a little creepy, so she supposed she understood how some of its residents might like it. Her small red two-door car glided down main street, pulling into an empty parking place outside of the diner. Her tummy grumbled, lunch had passed without her and she needed to eat. Especially if they were going to a party later. She couldn't drink like Onyx could, and would need all the help she could get to keep from getting drunk easily, like a full stomach. She got out of her car and entered the diner, sitting in a booth by the window. She ordered hot chocolate and brunch. Becca could eat breakfast for every meal of the day. She was a huge pancake, bacon and hashbrown casserole kind of girl. Top it off with a side of eggs and an orange juice and you had Becca's favorite meal. Though chinese food was a very close second. She sent Onyx a short text, letting her know she was at the diner if she was hungry. She could meet Becca there, or Becca could bring her something if she wanted. She stared out the window, sipping at her hot chocolate as she waited for her food, having no idea what kind of entities her aura might be luring towards their secluded little town and endangering its inhabitants. |
The movement picked up in Nate's vision, causing his his shoulders to stiffen. He lifted his head, casting another glance in the movement's direction. Two figures, moving away from a tree and through the small forest of headstones. He sighed, relief flooding his chest. Good. Just people, probably mourners or some of those kids who hung around here often.
His pace slowed considerable at that revelation, allowing himself to relax slightly. He cast a quick glance upward and frowned, cursing the overcast sky before starting to move again. He turned his head to the two figures, blinking at them before continuing on. They seemed to be heading the way he had come, intending to leave. Good. If he wanted anything it was to not really be bothered. He needed to get back to the house, get those books read. Look at his tapes from last night. The wind blew hard in his face and he stopped, lifting a hand to keep any of the dried old leaves that would have surely blown off some of the browning trees into his face. Something slapped into his arm, causing his to twitch. It was a piece of paper a brightly decorated one at that. He grumbled before removing it, eyeing it with annoyance. A party. A one for Halloween at that. Maybe...maybe he should go. It had been a while since he'd been to a party. Not since his first semester at WSU. He smiled lightly at the memories and turned, eyeing the way back up and out of the cemetery. Why not? People who usually threw parties usually let people stay the night if they needed to. And it's not like he had work tomorrow. Hell he may even be lucky enough to get a ride out to his place. It was unlikely but it was certainly a better option than staying in the middle of the woods in paranoid silence with the TV on. With a sigh he stuffed the flyer into his pocket and turned, trudging back the way he had come. |
After Onyx had been in thought for a good few minutes Becca called. Becca had mentioned something about a party, and how Becca would come over and get ready with her. A party was definitely Onyx's scene. Onyx obviously said yes and soon after she disconnected with her friend. Onyx had always been a party girl, due to her family pretty much sucking during Onyx's whole childhood. But nonetheless, Onyx liked the feeling of partying.
About five minutes later, Onyx could feel her stomach rumbling from the lack of food in it. She was always a pretty heavy eater. Put Onyx in front of a buffet, give her two hours, and half of it will be gone. But Onyx always managed to stay in shape, because she knew she could become overweight very easily with her appetite almost the same as a full grown mans. Not even thirty seconds after her stomach growling, she got a text from Becca stating she was at the diner getting food. Onyx sent a quick reply saying she was on her way, and headed for her front door. Onyx kicked on her beat up combat boots, grabbed her keys off the hook next to the door, and stepped out. She quickly locked the door behind her and made her way down to dirty old beat up truck that had been in the family since her grandfather. Onyx hopped in, turned on her car, and began making her way down towards the diner. Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the diner and peeked inside. Seeing the back of Beccas head, she came and sat in front of her, giving Becca her signature smile. The waitress came over and Onyx ordered bacon, eggs, grits, fries, and lots of banana peppers. Plus a small coffee on the side to drink. Onyx had a weird appetite and she was fine with that. All she knew was that she was starving. |
Varten wondered if anyone found his flyers. It was later that night and he had no idea if anyone were going to arrive. He sat down and sent a text to his old mentor, the man that had changed him. They had dated briefly after the red-head had been turned, but it had ended well enough that they still talked. He pushed his glasses up his nose. He didn't actually need them so they were lens-less glasses.
He got a reply saying that he was sure to have guest, and even if he didn't he should still try to enjoy himself. So Varten decided to put on his costume. As he stood up he heard a plaintive mewling noise from the bedroom door. Glancing over, he saw Cheshire looking hungry and forlorn. Figuring that he should feed his precious kitty before he got dressed, he padded barefoot down the hall in his fluffy red towel. |
Something fluttered past, and Kasimir reached out to snag it. The paper flitted across the top of his fingertips as he missed it. He didn't need to chase the paper though, Alistair had caught it rather effortlessly, and looked it over. The vampire's face betrayed no hint of interested or amusement as he read over the flyer before placing it in the blonde's hands. No doubt in his mind that Kasimir would want to attend. The human enjoyed things like that, though Alistair had a feeling the blonde thief would only get them into trouble.
Kasimir had pouted when he missed the flyer, but the pout didn't last long. Good ol' Alistair was always quick on the draw and the vampire had caught the paper so easily. Kasimir admired that easy, lethal grace and dexterity of his vampire friend, he didn't admire it enough to want it for himself. It would however make thieving so much easier, but then, wouldn't that take all the fun out of it? Besides, being a human was so exhilarating, one never knew when they might die..but vampires..they would just live forever. That would certainly get boring after awhile. Green eyes blinked when the paper was handed to him, and he looked it over. Those eyes sparkling with excitement and amusement. "This is going to be a great party, we have to go." He glanced up at his tall friend, grinning. "At least, I hope it doesn't turn into a boring snore-fest." Kasimir folded up the paper and slipped it into a pocket as the two continued to make their way out of the cemetery. |
Becca shook her head with a smile, "I really don't know how you eat like that," she said. She noted in her mind at the fact that they were both wearing red plaid button-ups. Though they looked different, and were very different people, they were somehow so much alike. That's why they were best friends, Becca guessed.
Onyx was Becca's first friend in Farefield. They'd hit it off immediately. And even though some of Becca's so called "friends" had started steering clear of her after rumors of her being some kind of creature of the night started surfacing... Onyx had never abandoned her. Becca wasn't a creature of any kind. The deaths and disappearances weren't Becca's fault. Well, not directly anyway. After a few moments Becca's face lit up. "Oh Onyx!" she exclaimed. "I found this at that nicknack store on the corner," she started, as she pulled a book from her over the shoulder purse. "It was hidden in the back on a shelf under some trinkets," she added, handing it to Onyx. "The store owner said she's had it for years, that it never sold so she just used it as a sort of shelf." Becca bit off some bacon. "She said it's a spell book or something, some old witches diary." Becca giggled. "I know it's silly, but I thought it may be good inspiration for your book. If nothing else we can try some spells and see what happens!" She laughed again. "Anyway, I thought it looked really neat." She finished her bacon. The inside of the book had readable areas, and some not so easily readable. Maybe in some kind of old witchy language or something. There were even strange symbols inside. Becca had only flipped through it for a moment. Whoever had made the book had done a really good job making it look real anyway. |
Onyx only shrugged at the comment of her eating. She took a bite out of eggs and said, Food is food, Becca. So why not eat everything I can?" Onyx grinned at Becca and noticed the plaid shirts. "We really need to work on our fashion sense." And with this, Onyx laughed. She love Becca as if she were Onyx's sister. Her and Becca had been best friends from the start. Almost nothing could separate them, and Onyx loved that. Onyx didn't have many friends, and was always a loner. But now, with Becca, Onyx felt more happy.
Onyx listened intently about the book and studied the outside. Before looking at one of the pages on the inside. Somehow, Onyx knew what some of the symbols were, and what the foreign language was basically saying. But, she wasnt going to bing this up. She closed the book, feeling the cover, and smiled. "Becca! I love you! This is going to help me so much, you have no idea. And we can totally do some of these things in here to try and be all cool and act like witches!" Onyx laughed, and when she finished, took a sip of her coffee. Onyx suddenly had a question pop into her head. "So, the party. Is it like a costume party or...? And will there be alcohol?" Onyx winked at Becca at the last question, knowing how easily drunk Becca always seemed to get at parties. She could never hold down as much liquor as Onyx could, but that was alright, Onyx would always be there to hold her hair back whenever she needed to throw up from to much alcohol. |
Becca laughed with her friend. "Yes, we'll act like witches!" she mused. "I'm glad you like the book," she added. It was a pretty cool little thing. She nodded at her questions. "They flyer said it was a costume party. Of course there will be alcohol," she said with an exasperated tone. She swore the last time she drank that she wouldn't do it again, but Onyx always brought out the carelessness in Becca.
"It's out at the old Nytewing place," she said in a low voice and widening her eyes a little for effect. She glanced down at her phone. "Oh my gosh!" she said, "We've been here for ages!" The waitress came by and Becca handed her a twenty and told her to keep the change to cover their meals and tip. "I'm going to run home and grab my costume and I'll meet you at your place in thirty," she told Onyx as she slid out of the booth. "We only have a couple of hours until the party and I want to curl my hair," she said. "I'll see you in a bit!" And Becca was gone. As she'd said, she was there in thirty minutes, costume over her arm and ready to get down to the beautifying business. She rang the doorbell and waited for Onyx to let her in, excitement making her antsy. ((Don't want to rush too much, but wanted to get into the party scene so everyone could post without waiting on our conversations, lol.)) |
Onyx shivered slightly at the location of the party. Onyx hated that house, just because of the major creep vibes it gave off. But she didn't care as much as normal, she was getting an emotion of almost as if she didn't care about anything. She swore she was bipolar most of the times.
Before Onyx could even pay, Becca rambled about her plan, and payed. Onyx waved goodbye to her friend before getting up herself and heading to her car. She ran to the local grocery store down te street and picked up some eggs, milk, cheese, bread, and paper plates before returning to her truck and placing it next to her on the passenger seat, and began making her way home. As promised, Becca was on time. As usual. Onyx made her way up from her comfy couch, and made her way over to the front door, almost tripping over her combat boots she had left in front of the door. She quickly scooted them to the side and opened the door. In a British accent, Onyx welcomed Becca. "Why hello, darling." Onyx smirked and moved out of the way to make room for Becca to come in. |
Nate stopped dead, head turning as he eyed the two figures making their way in the same direction he was. This wouldn't bother him usually. In fact people didn't tend to bother him the slightest. But, as he watched them, his dread was rising. The wind blew at his back now. And it carried a noise. It was quiet at first, barely there for him to hear. But it rose and a bolt of cold shot down his spine. He turned, eyeing the woods at the very far end of the cemetery.
Movement. Movement in the trees. It was there. His dread devolved, dissolving into straight terror. And he turned and he ran. He didn't know in which direction he was running. All he knew was that he needed to get away. And he would. He needed to. He didn't even seem to car when he tore past the two closest to the gate, didn't even care that he had slammed into one from behind. He stumbled a bit before slamming to the ground. He sat there for a moment, panting loudly and raggedly. Panic was clouding his mind. He scrambled to his feet and, glancing back at the woods one last time, ignoring the two who had been present in the graveyard with him, he slammed open the gate and ran. He didn't know how far or how long he had run. All he knew now, as he sat panting and heaving, was that he was on the steps to some church or another. Probably the only one in town. He wasn't really one to keep track of such things. He didn't know he had practically just run down the street to the church at the far end. He leaned back, practically draped across the steps as his chest heaved and his breath came out in wet gasps. He would just...rest here a bit. Get his breath back. Yeah. Then he'd find that party or something. No way he was going home tonight. |
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