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posted on december the 6th at 1am
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Who: Amy and OPEN
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Running into someone after getting blood
Yeah, yeah. Amy knew vampires weren't exactly freaks in the haven. If they were, she doubted they'd get blood supplied at the Medical Pavilion. Though she should feel comfortable getting bags of blood, she always brought a nice looking handbag to put the blood in. She didn't just place the blood inside the designer bag. She wrapped the blood bags up in a plastic bag-make it plastic bags, then stuffed her stash in the handbag. So what? She wasn't ready to shout out "vampire" from the rooftops. Though she was pretty sure the teeth and the direction of where she was going in the Pavilion gave it away.
After she did her pretty long routine, she made ways out of the Pavilion. The smell of the blood was driving her crazy. Really, when she had the guts to, she'd just sit in front of the facility with a straw in one of the blood bags and pig out. But for now, she was going to hold in the cravings to devour up some blood until she got home.
Which felt like it was going to be forever.
Since in yum yum blood daydream land, Amy wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. This caused her to run into someone. Her bag fell to the floor with a loud thump. With a horrified glance she watched as a giant pool of vibrant red began to form around it.
"Uhm.." Was really all there was to say when a bunch of blood was coming out of a handbag.
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| Sunday: February 17th, 2008 |
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posted on december the 5th at 12pm
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Who: Lenore and OPEN
When: Late Afternoon
Where: The Art Supply Shop
What: Hopefully meeting someone new!
Lenore grew restless when the shop got quiet. She often found herself peeking her head out of the door to listen in on conversations, or to see if she could persuade anyone to come inside. If there weren't any interesting conversations anymore, or no one seemed interested in coming inside, Lenore would just pace around the shop. Surely, someone needed something art related.
Growing bored, Lenore began to organize the different paints by color. It drove her nuts to see a vibrant color of gold next to a very subtle color of blue. Were some employees getting lazy? Why she thought so!
When she saw a maroon colored paint just beyond her reach, she frowned. It was snuggled in between very depressing paints of black and grey. Though a small stepping stool was only a few giant steps away, Lenore told herself she could handle this.
Getting on her tippy toes, she reached for the paint. The very tips of her fingers wrapped around the can and then CRASH. The paint didn't splatter on her luckily. It fell behind her and rolled towards the door.
Biting her lip, Lenore just looked around with an " it wasn't me" expression and went to the back to get a mop. She'd get the can that rolled outside once the blush dulled on her face.
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
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posted on december the 5th at 8am
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Who: Kelchek and Xanthus- possibly open as it progresses
When: Mid Morning
Where: On the edge of the forest/In the forest.
What: An awkward meeting.
Kelchek had been wandering aimlessly for a little under two hours trying to break in his new boots. They weren't the best looking, but they did a great job at shielding his feet from the snow that had fallen the night before, and the night before that. He had no destination picked out, nor did he care where he ended up. Only a few more miles and they should be as comply as a cloud. Mental sarcasm was so wonderful. He knew it would take a lot longer to get any new pair of shoes to fit right, but he didn't care. The cold air lightly nipped at his skin though his sweater but it didn't bother him. To him it was just starting to get chilly. He took this time to ponder on the events of the last few days that he had been awake. So much has happened. He continued to walk letting the fresh air renew his body, mind, and soul.
Ahead of him lay the edge of the woods. Ah, trees, lots of trees, just what I've been needing to find. He was still too unfamiliar with the haven to have picked out his secret place, the place where he could call his own. He needed to find that certain place where, when the cold let up, he could make grow. Kelchek looked down at the snow. "If this stuff ever lets up!" He scoffed out loud. And then he saw the most beautiful thing he could have imagined, horse tracts in the snow. He was filled with an instant excitement at the thought of finding a horse, maybe even one he could call his own. He followed the tracks like a child would follow a trail of candy, half galloping toward the trees. His spirit was renewed with the possibility to converse with a horse, and make a new friend. He slowed his speed when he saw the swish of a tail disappearing among the trees.
( Better not start by scaring it )
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
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posted on december the 4th at 9am
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Who: Zane and Susie
When: Afternoon
Where: Susie's cottage
What: Zane stops by to remind Susie of her schedule
SAVED!
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| Sunday: February 17, 2008 |
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posted on december the 3rd at 11pm
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Who: William and Adela
When: Afternoon
Where: Near the Fix It Shop
What: Lesson of the day: Always watch where you're going.
Everyone has things that irk them. For William, it was when people asked him to fix broken valuables but after he was done, the repaired item was never picked up. Eventually, the place grew cluttered and for some reason it drove him nuts. He had no idea why, it just did. So what was he doing about it? He was leaving their crap outside. If it got stolen, not his fault. Some of the items had been sitting around for several weeks.
He collected the items into a big box and made his way outside. The box was taller over wider so his vision was a little bit on the not so stable side. But he could do it. It was only a few steps to the right, so it wasn't like anything bad could happen right? Wrong.
Suddenly, he crashed into someone. More like, the box did over anything else. He didn't really have a firm grip on the box, so it crashed to the floor along with the items inside. He kind of winced when he heard a few of the items break into small pieces. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. However, though worried about the items, he was more worried about the poor person he ran into.
"Shit! I'm so sorry. Are you okay? " He asked blindly, looking at the items on the ground. I didn't see you." William then quickly went towards the ground to start picking up the mess he made.
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posted on december the 1st at 2pm
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Sunday: February 17, 2008
- Sunrise: 6:29 AM
- Sunset: 5:12 PM
Notable Events:
Weather Report:
More snow falls overnight, but it doesn't add much to what's already on the ground. The morning skies are scattered with clouds, and the winds are still blowing heavily through the morning. Wind gusts will be blowing from 10:30 AM to 2:30 PM, and they will reach speeds up to 35 mph. The late afternoon still has heavy winds, but it will finally slow down in the evening. The high of the day will only reach 25°F in the afternoon, and the low will reach only 14°F starting at 10 PM.
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
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posted on december the 1st at 12pm
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Who: Chris and Hayate
When: Late Saturday night (~3 AM)
Where: Hayate's cottage/bedroom
What: Chris sneaks out to see Hayate, and complains about Mitsuko
( This Side of Paradise )
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
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posted on december the 1st at 1pm
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Who: Cree Eichmann and Chloe Lévesque
When: Around 1:00pm.
Where: Around the Forest Cottages.
What: Cree tries to contact her parents yet again before coming to two possible conclusions.
The day was cold, and Cree could hear the howling of the wind outside. It had not been that windy earlier, but around noon the wind had picked up speed. She missed Knoxville on days like these. It rarely snowed there, and they hardly ever got high winds, though when they did it was damaging. Barely any winter there, with long spring and fall seasons. She absently wondered if Knoxville was still there.
Other than the howling wind, the only other noise in her home was the crackling flames in her fire place and the soft rustle caused by her own movements. The couch and small table and its lone chair, which normally occupied the floor space in her sitting room, were pushed back and out of the way. Now, in the center of the room, stood a waist high, square, table made of wood. This was her altar, which was draped in a simple white cloth with light blue trim.
( From a mason jar... )
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| Saturday: February 16, 2008 |
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posted on november the 30th at 11pm
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Who: Sascha and Irei (and others? TBD)
When: midday
Where: Outside of Elysium
What: Tragedy is afoot (or a hand!)
Irei couldn't help but grimace about the current situation he found himself in. The world seemed to be intolerably flat, devoid of life, and it seemed to stretch out into eternity. What made it worse was the cold. It had snowed again, and Irei's coat didn't seem like enough to keep his body temperature from dropping dramatically. For a man who had basically lived primarily on a tropical island most of his life, this was becoming entirely too much to handle.
He had joined the search party with Sascha with the intent of finding the poor delusional blind girl who he called his piano teacher. He had found he was unable to call upon Dexter's spirit once they were outside the barrier. Could it have been the barrier itself messing with his powers? Or perhaps the spirit was so lost within his and his sister's troubles that he no longer heeded the necromancer's call? Either way, there wasn't much that Irei could do about it. Still it bothered him, made him believe that they wouldn't be finding either of the women Dante kidnapped, let alone Dante himself, but he didn't speak his doubts out loud purely out of habit. People rarely listened to him anyways.
He looked at his friend, and knew that Sascha was worried about the young woman who had become friends with them. He smiled that fake little smile of his in an attempt to be reassuring. "Do not worry. I am sure we will find her soon." He patted Sascha's back and was thankful for his leather gloves even though his hands still felt numb.
The party had moved toward an area that made a more likely hiding place for three people, despite if two were unwilling or not. he was unsure of the exact reasons for Dante kidnapping both women, and just assumed they would both be unwilling seeing as it was called a double kidnapping. He halfway wondered if Dione really cared about her situation. She seemed to lack the motivation to do much aside from breathe, but sometimes his opinions of people were overly harsh.
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