Introduction
For centuries, creatures who are more than human, older and more powerful than humanity, have walked the Earth. In the Dark Ages, they were believed in, and feared. Witches were burned at the stake, along with several innocent humans. Werewolves and Vampires were hunted down to near extinction, and such creatures as selkies, dryads, and faeries retreated into sanctuaries- deep ocean trenches and untouched paradises of nature. Over time, belief in them faded away, until it was extinguished almost entirely. They walked amongst people, their identity a closely guarded secret for their own protection just as much as that of their entire species. Of course, there were strays, those who desired to make their presence known, and with a bang, but this world within a world had structured its own form of government to take down such people. In such manners they survived for many generations.
However, in recent times, with the movement for equal rights of all, they have made their existence known to the world, no longer content to hide in plain sight. Unfortunately, the world was not as prepared for them as they had hoped. Some countries were more accepting than others, this is true. But others experienced uproars, riots, and protests, all with one thing in mind: getting rid of the creatures, who had been thought merely stories and things to frighten children at night. They frightened the older generations more greatly than most else. The government, lacking representation to defend these people, gave into the demands of the loudest public- those who were afraid.
Laws were enacted which began by restricting the rights of these non-humans. Then they were forbidden to move states without permission. Certain jobs were impossible for them to gain, unless they kept their identity a secret. Finally, the government passed a legislature known as the Terata Removal Act, which all but forced non humans, whom by this point had been required to register as such, into towns designated for them. Some revolted, others opted to quietly go along with it, preferring peace to conflict. Ultimately, the nation became almost entirely segregated- finding humans in these towns was extraordinarily rare, and finding non humans, especially those who were open about this, in towns with mostly human residents was strange indeed.
Teraton is one of the first such towns- a town into which non humans were pushed, creating a rich community, despite some rivalries between species, for even under the category of non humans there are many internal conflicts.
In fact, there are no werewolves. There were once, but they were hunted into extinction back in the dark ages. Shapeshifters are their modern counterpart, and all shapeshifters do have werewolf blood in their veins. Unlike werewolves, Shapeshifters do not necessarily shift into wolves, although their werewolf blood does lead them to forcibly shift on the night of a full moon. Shapeshifters typically have one, perhaps two, creatures into which they can shift naturally. Otherwise, they must have recently consumed the meat of an animal in order to shift into it- how recently is necessary depends on the shifter, but it rarely exceeds half a day. While there have been records of shapeshifters consuming human flesh in order the change appearance, it is outlawed among the global community. The shapeshifter community of Teraton is incredibly tight knit, having tendencies to form packs of sorts as their Werewolf predecessors had, though the hierarchy is typically a lot looser in their case. Any sense of rank is based on birth first, and skill secondarily. They make up much of the official law enforcement of the town.
Theo Osonia || FC: Emilia Clarke || Taken by LostRiver ||
Chris Waltz || FC: Andrew Garfield || Taken by lizardheartsting ||
|| FC: Benjamin Jarvis || Open ||
Tanya Graves || FC: Mishael Morgan || Taken by Abbi Normal ||
Riley Donovan || FC: Zac Efron || Taken by Abbi Normal ||
Whether referred to as wiccans, witches, witch doctors, psychics, or anything else, witches have existed through many cultures and centuries. Although the Salem Witch Trials offers an example of their persecution in society, they were actually the least discriminated against in this modern era, likely due to the belief that magic is just unexplained science. Most witches have a specialty, such as potion brewing or curses or charms, but can improve in various aspects through study. There are also various fields of magic outside of aforementioned specialties, such as voodooism, mediumship, etc. While there are both male and female witches, they are a matriarchal people, and the family book of spells, some ancient and others comparatively new, are passed down through the mothers and daughters of the family. Witches hold many positions of influence in the community, particularly regarding business owners and the like.
CJ Shantley || FC: George Shelley || Taken by Mostly Toasty ||
Nadia Young || FC: Isabelle Adjani || Taken by Spayce ||
Maya Dre || FC: Shay Mitchell || Taken by BriBriBearx ||
Jeremy Whelk || FC: Evan Peters || Taken by Miss Nomer ||
Jaelynn Grey || FC: Cher Loyd || Taken by Purpl3_Flam3s ||
The Faeries here are not as powerful as one might expect, due to extended time on earth and the like. They are most commonly divided into seasons, the most well known being Summer and Winter. There are also Spring and Fall Faeries, though a good deal less of them. Faeries are typically known as agile, often playful, and physically unable to tell a lie- making them very good at getting around things. Their greatest weakness is their true name, which most keep a secret from all but their closest allies. To know a faerie's name is to have power over them. Faeries have influence over some aspects of their respective seasons. For example- a summer faerie might have mild pyrokinesis, and a winter faerie influence over ice. All Faeries are able to cast illusions, or glamors, but the spring faeries tend to be the most adept at it. Fall faeries tend to be the most in touch with plants. The faerie community is known for being outgoing in the community, but also distant. They interact with others, but are primarily self-governed, and known trouble makers.
Skye Karris || Spring || FC: Imogen Poots || Taken by Cloud ||
Somerald Morris ||Summer || FC: Dylan O'Brien || Taken by aarondalea ||
Ciaran Llewellyn || Autumn || FC: Robert Sheehan || Taken by Retrovertigo ||
Maysilee Morris || Winter || FC: Elle Fanning || Taken by TheHuntress ||
Similar to shapeshifters, demons are often misunderstood to be something which they are not. In their case, they are often believed to be vampires- a species which never truly existed, other than being one of the many names attributed to demons. The defining aspect of a demon is their need to live off of others in some shape or form. Some due so through the consumption of blood, hence the belief in vampires. Others, however, absorb life energy from other beings, while others may drain people of their talents or emotions. Their abilities depend on what they gain life force from, such as those who drain talent gaining the abilities of their victim, or those who absorb life being much stronger, and having greater longevity, than others. Most demons do have the ability to teleport, warp their own density so as to pass through matter like the Cheshire Cat, and to communicate telepathically.
Derrick Grinnell || FC: Gaspard Ulliel || Taken by BriBriBearx ||
Noah Talon || FC: Shiloh Fernandez || Taken by Cloud ||
Rafia Brelyn || FC: Jamie Chung || Taken by Kawaii Desu ||
Lydia Fatebane || FC: Lyndsy Fonesca || Taken by lizardheartstring ||
Victor Samil || FC: Jackson Rathbone || Taken by Aarondalea ||
Selkies are an ancient breed known through many folktales and variations. Modern selkies are somewhat similar to what might be considered merpeople or sirens, but for the fact that rather than grow tails in water, they turn into seals. Outside of the water they hold human forms. Selkies, male and female alike, have the ability to have great seductive and manipulative powers over non-selkie beings, especially those of the opposite gender, although there have been some cases in which they had powers over the same gender. The Teraton selkie community is usually found next to the beach on which the town rests. They often live in the sea, but keep small homes, beach shacks of sorts, near the water. Evolution has led to the process of shedding seal skin being almost entirely removed, as those selkie women who had their skin stolen were unable to reproduce with other selkie. By this point, the process of changing form typically leaves nothing behind, though in some rare cases it might.
Mel Williams || FC: Rita Ora || Taken by Miss Nomer ||
Kit Otari || FC: Logan Lerman || Taken by Andoral ||
Bryne Netherland || FC: Aaron Johnson || Taken By NorthernDragon ||
Belinda Santiago || FC: Ariana Grande || Taken by yourbunnyboo2 ||
|| FC: Marlon Texeira || Open ||
Commonly believed myth about Nymphs: they are all female. This myth likely came from the fact that they were somewhat more likely to interact with humans and such back in the days of the Greek Empire than the male nymphs were. Nymphs are creatures born of the spirits of plants, though not every plant creates a nymph, of course. They have influence over plant life in general, and are able to turn into the plant that they were born of at will. Most nymphs hold some part of their original plant with them at all times, growing weaker without it. Trees and bushes are the most common sources of nymphs, partially because they tend to live longer than single flowers and the like. The Teraton Nymph population lives near a wooded area, and one can tell the moment they step into nymph neighborhoods, because the plants are more flourishing and beautiful than any other part of town. Flowers tend to grow where nymphs step, making them the worst nightmare of anyone with plant allergies.
|| FC: Samuel Larson || Reserved by LittleFox ||
|| FC: Christina Milian || Reserved By LittleFox ||
|| FC: Freddie Stroma || Open ||
|| FC: Freya Mavor || Open ||
|| FC: Rachel Thevenard || Open ||
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{ June 21st | 6:00pm | Teraton, North Carolina }
The Summer Solstice Festival has been a staple of the Teraton community far before it became set aside for the relocation process of the supernatural community in the area. Once simply referred to as the Summer Fair, it has now come to be called by a more appropriate name. It is most greatly celebrated by the witch community of the somewhat small town, and many run stalls or have special sales for the event. Lights are strung across buildings and trees to create a magical, picturesque atmosphere. The festival is something that most look forward to, and while it is not incredibly large, it is a dear part of the community.
It serves as many things. For the witch community, it is expected that young witches, coming of age, begin to create some product, or develop some skill for a service, which they will demonstrate here. The faerie community is also known to take special joy in the event, especially the summer fae, as a matter of course given that it is a summer holiday. Many people also take it as a romantic event, and the music [different bands or DJs on various corners] as well as the lights help this concept along. It also happens to line up to be just after the schools get out, so clusters of high schoolers, middle schoolers, and elementary schoolers can often be seen in various places.
Attractions of Note
Ferris Wheel [Provided By The City Council]
The Magical Lane [All-magic Corner of Witch's Wares]
Local Bands [The best of which playing on a platform in Town Square]
Mel had signed up to work the latest shift at Teraton's only decent night club, where she is employed as a bartender, because she's grown up going to every single Summer Solstice Festival since she could exchange a tail for legs, and doesn't intend to break that favorite tradition now. It's less of an issue with nostalgia and more a case of loving the experience of it all. The bands, the people, the shops- everything is right up her alley, as far as a festival goes. If only there were more dancing. Then again, there is dancing, depending on the band playing, or in the nightclub. She's certain to stop by there before her shift begins. Mel smells faintly of sea breeze, as she always does, and her hair is still damp from having just showered away the salt and sweat of spending the daylight hours surfing and playing basketball, two of her favorite pastimes. Luckily, it doesn't matter if her hair is wet, because the weather is warm, summer definitely taking over where spring had once reigned. She loves it.
I want to go on the ferris wheel, the selkie woman muses, craning her neck backwards slightly to look at it. Honestly, it isn't particularly large, or else it wouldn't have been able to fit in the park that is a center piece to the town, but it does look fun- perhaps a bit slow, though.
Being an ultimately social creature, the woman decides to first find other people to hang out with before doing anything else. She remains on the look out for the usual suspects: Belinda, Jae, CJ, Skye, or Derrick. Anyone will do, really, which is often the general opinion of Mel, who has very few, if any, deep bonds with her fellow townspeople- even the ones she's known since youth. I'll check out the magic shops- Jae or CJ are bound to be around, Mel decides, making her way outside the shadow of the ferris wheel. She passes by the musical stage, where a band which is slightly more folksy than she likes is playing a song that sounds almost celtic. The band is comprised of exclusively Fae.
"You haven't seen Jae or CJ around, have you?" Mel stops and asks an older looking witch, who sells medicinal herbs and healing enchantments. The response is brief and vague, completely unhelpful. In the end, she is forced to resort to texting people, despite generally preferring to just arrive places without notice. Mel isn't one for planning- or, therefore, punctuality.
To: CJ, Belinda, Jae, Derrick, Skye, Chris
Anyone else looking for company?
Mel decides that if she's going to just allow herself to happen upon people, or wait for responses, she might as well do so while listening to music. So she wanders until happening upon something more her stile- a corner with a DJ playing dance music, and several people dancing around to it, and joins in with the movement. It's her natural habitat, after all.
Jem's family is well known for their potions, and thus it is only natural that he be helping out at the family potion stand, where the Whelks are selling panaceas, liquid happiness [without the side effects of most drugs], bottled luck [selling out quickly for some of those carnival-style games], and other such things. Several of the concoctions were brewed by Jem himself, as he is quickly gaining on his parents as far as inventing new sorts of potions go, despite his lack of experience and crystallized knowledge to rival theirs. He can here bands playing in the distance, and a dimpled smile reveals itself every time a customers tops by to purchase something- especially when it is one of his own creations. Typically somewhat insecure, his potions are one thing that Jem is able to put a vote of confidence in with.
He wonders where CJ is, but supposes that the other male witch, and his closest friend since grade school, is working at the Shantley family restaurant. Jae, both a friend and someone for him to occasionally avoid, will probably be found there as well, unless she's selling her own services or wares. Jem doubts that she is, actually. Curses are the girl's specialty, after all, but they were banned from being sold, unless fitting within specific guidelines, by the city council a few years ago after a very, very nasty incident. If one thinks that bullying is bad in human schools, they would shudder to see how far it can go in a school composed of adolescents with supernatural abilities and still forming senses of reasoning and restraint.
"You can go and look for your friends now, Jem. We're all set here," Mathilde, Jem's mother and the person he inherited his distinctive dimples and blonde curls from, tells him with a smile. Her voice is somewhat soft, but holds a certain power to it that leaves no room for doubt that she is incredibly competent in what she does. She is a well-respected woman in the town for a reason, after all.
"Thanks mum," Jem responds with a dimpled smile. "I think I'll go see if CJ's at the restaurant."
He takes off the apron-esque cloth he had been wearing [to avoid spilling potions on himself], and places it down on a chair neatly folded before heading off into the crowd. He walks quickly, not liking to be alone in a large group of people like this for too long. It makes him feel impossibly lost and miniscule, despite being slightly above average in height, and knowing the layout of the town like the back of his hand.
The walk to the Shantley family restaurant is brief. Jem pops his head in and sees Alexander, CJ's brother, walking by. "Is CJ around?"
Jaelynn peeked around a booth with wonder apparent on her face. She should have been on Witches Lane but she wanted to explore some. There were people everywhere. Children screaming and running around most likely high on cotton candy. Adults were chatting up a storm with friends and greeting new ones. The teenagers were doing what most teenagers do. Act cool but when really the child in the, wants to burst free. Jae giggled a little thinking of how cool if a little child squirmed it's way out of a 17 years old chest. Now that you think about it, it's actually not a pretty sight. She shuddered in disgust. No one wants to see that image ever. EVER.
Jae looked down at herself taking in her appearance. She decided to go for dark colors even though she isn't a big fan of it. But whoever made the galaxy idea was probably a genius. The various of colors and the little twinkle of the starts was hypnotizing actually. Was she the only one who thought that? Most likely because Jae wasn't normal. Jae let her eyes wander around a little. She didn't see anyone of her friends here. She was alone at this wonderful festival. Jae pouted and ran her hands through her hair. A habit that she's really not trying to break. She loves playing with her hair. It's so pretty and long. She planed on getting a purple streak in her hair just because it looked good on her. Mel told her that.
Jae continued to walk around, and she noticed that she passed a lot of concession stands. The smell emanating from each one of them was breath taking and made her tummy rumble in anticipation. All Jae needed was one bite of a well grilled hot dog and she will be set. She felt her jeans pockets and felt spare change and some spare bills residing within it. Most likely enough for a drink. Jae sighed knowing that she wasn't going to eat for a while. But liquid will do. "That's enough for me." She spoke and stopped at one of the food stands and waited in line. While Jae waited she took the money out and counted how much she had. $3.75 exact. And then some lint but we're not going to go into that. Jae looked up at the menu and saw that water coast only $2 and soda was $3. Once it was her turn to order she asked for a water bottle.
Her phone buzzed to life signaling that Jae had a message. Grabbing her water, she moved out of the line and took her phone out. She put in her pass code and it opened up, instantly revealing the message.
To: Jae
From: Mel
Anyone else looking for company?
Jae smiled and instantly replied to her older sister. Long story.
To:Mel
From: Jae
My love, my heart, my soul, I'd thought you'd never ask. I've missed the warmth of your presence. COME SAVE ME! I'm at a concession stand near the Ferris Wheel.
Jae pushed the green send button and started to chuckle thinking over her long message. Poor Mel's probably going to be embarrassed. Though Mel should be used to them by now. Jae leaned against a pool and started to drink her water waiting for her sister to come.
Jae looked down at herself taking in her appearance. She decided to go for dark colors even though she isn't a big fan of it. But whoever made the galaxy idea was probably a genius. The various of colors and the little twinkle of the starts was hypnotizing actually. Was she the only one who thought that? Most likely because Jae wasn't normal. Jae let her eyes wander around a little. She didn't see anyone of her friends here. She was alone at this wonderful festival. Jae pouted and ran her hands through her hair. A habit that she's really not trying to break. She loves playing with her hair. It's so pretty and long. She planed on getting a purple streak in her hair just because it looked good on her. Mel told her that.
Jae continued to walk around, and she noticed that she passed a lot of concession stands. The smell emanating from each one of them was breath taking and made her tummy rumble in anticipation. All Jae needed was one bite of a well grilled hot dog and she will be set. She felt her jeans pockets and felt spare change and some spare bills residing within it. Most likely enough for a drink. Jae sighed knowing that she wasn't going to eat for a while. But liquid will do. "That's enough for me." She spoke and stopped at one of the food stands and waited in line. While Jae waited she took the money out and counted how much she had. $3.75 exact. And then some lint but we're not going to go into that. Jae looked up at the menu and saw that water coast only $2 and soda was $3. Once it was her turn to order she asked for a water bottle.
Her phone buzzed to life signaling that Jae had a message. Grabbing her water, she moved out of the line and took her phone out. She put in her pass code and it opened up, instantly revealing the message.
To: Jae
From: Mel
Anyone else looking for company?
Jae smiled and instantly replied to her older sister. Long story.
To:Mel
From: Jae
My love, my heart, my soul, I'd thought you'd never ask. I've missed the warmth of your presence. COME SAVE ME! I'm at a concession stand near the Ferris Wheel.
Jae pushed the green send button and started to chuckle thinking over her long message. Poor Mel's probably going to be embarrassed. Though Mel should be used to them by now. Jae leaned against a pool and started to drink her water waiting for her sister to come.
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{ 3:00 pm}
"Five, six, seven, eight" Belinda counted, making the teen girls around her being performing a synchronized dance. She tried to focus on them but try as she might she couldn't stop watching the clock. Her class would end in fifteen minuets allowing her to run home and get dressed for the festival. She bit her lip anxiously. "Ah Miss Belinda" Mariana Royce, a little fairy teen called. Mariana bit her fruit punch colored lips. " Yes Mariana? Mariana looked around before saying "Um can we leave a little early so we can get ready for the festival?". Belinda beamed before happily releasing them from class. She hopped in her car and quickly drove to her own cottage on the beach. She quickly took a shower and washed her hair before running to her closet. she slipped on a cute little outfit consisting of a light coral crop top and high waisted short shorts which she paired with a soft sweated and platfom 6' booties. On most girls that would look overly sexy but with her baby like features Pin up make up and long hair that hung all the way to her butt, she just looked adoable in the hottest way possibe. She also just barely reached 5'6 in her booties. She slipped out her house and grabbed her bicycle. Once she securely placed her booties in the basket hanging on the front she rode to Derricks house.
{6:00 pm}
Belinda finally rode to Derricks house. She paused at the door to text him when she felt it buzz. She smiled when she saw it was a text from Mel. She glanced at the screen before carefully typing a message, which was a little annoying since she had acrylic french manicured nails.
To: Mel
Message: Hey babes I'm hitting up Derrick for a ride, look for the super long ombre hair, super tight top, super short shorts, and super high booties
Message: Hey babes I'm hitting up Derrick for a ride, look for the super long ombre hair, super tight top, super short shorts, and super high booties
To:Derrick
Message: I'm coming in your house. I have my key. If you have a girl in there hide her now.
Message: I'm coming in your house. I have my key. If you have a girl in there hide her now.
She took her key chain out her purse and pulled out her bedazzled key to her house with a D engaved on the back. She pushed his door open "Hey : Derrick where are you?" She called. She didn't search for him though. She walked into his kitchen, though she knew he probaly had nothing healthy or perishable in there. She ended up justb pouring a glass of water and sitting in his living room. She plugged her white eaphones in her ears as she waited to show. She hoped he was home. She opened up a text again to pass the time.
To: Ciarran
Message: Hey, I better see you at the festival.
To: CJ
Message: Hey think you'll win me a teddy bear tonight?
Message: Hey, I better see you at the festival.
To: CJ
Message: Hey think you'll win me a teddy bear tonight?
The only thing that could have improved the Summer Solstice Festival for Skye would have been if it had been a Spring Festival. However, given the amount of fun Skye had every year at the festival it wasn't too hard for the faerie to forgive the town planners and simply enjoy herself. And she did enjoy herself. Having left the veterinary clinic earlier that day and finished any remaining homework, Skye could now be found participating in one of the many games that had popped up in the festival. The particular object of this game was to hit moving targets with a water pistol. It was a game that Skye wasn't particularly skilled at, but she was determined to conquer it because one of the prizes was a stuffed toy bear. Bears were some of her favourite animals, especially when they were fresh out of hibernation and still slightly dopey from their long sleep.
"Come on!" She said, biting her lip and sighting down the water pistol's length, this time the bear would be hers. The game began, flying targets shot across the area and Skye did her best to keep up. Her hand shook and she knew that her aim was off. Following the rules wasn't going to work, she would have to get creative. Skye blinked, throwing up an illusion in the time it took her eyelid to open. She continued to fire at the targets, but where they actually all missed her illusion created the impression that each hit its mark. It wasn't just a visual illusion, there was a splat sound every time her bullet of water hit the target. Finally the game came to an end and Skye, grinning from ear to ear, turned to the stall keeper, "Did you see that?" She asked, "If you hit all the targets you get a prize, right?"
The stall keeper nodded. "Which one do you want?' he asked pointing above his head to the various prizes available. Skye pointed to the bear and the man pulled it off the rack for her. Skye thanked him and took her prize. She hadn't lied, merely shown the man what she wanted him to see and let him come to his own conclusions. And if it was slightly on the mischievous side, well, she was a faerie. It was only to be expected.
Skye continued to explore the festival, taking the crowded streets slowly as she both dodged around people and paused to look at any interesting stalls. There was plenty to catch her attention, especially in the Magical lane. Her eyes scanned over one stall's collection of products, everything from a clear skin potion or a charm to make your hair gleam to a concoction that allegedly granted the user the temporary ability to turn invisible. Although Skye could use her glamour to effectively become invisible, she was toying with the idea of buying the potion anyway when her phone buzzed, indicating a text message from Mel.
"Anyone else looking for company?"
While Skye was quite capable of enjoying the festival alone, she had no doubt in her mind that with Mel, or in fact any of her friends, the festival would be so much better. So she wasted little time in replying,
To Mel
"Company is always welcome, let me know where to find you and I will come.
Skye."
"Company is always welcome, let me know where to find you and I will come.
Skye."
After hitting the send button Skye replaced her phone in her pocket. She assumed that Mel would have sent texts to a number of her friends, which meant that their party should be a decent size. Skye couldn't help but smile, she was certain that tonight would be very enjoyable. Skye took a last glance at the invisibility potion, memorizing where it was, before turning on her heel and beginning her search of the crowds for her friend.
The public library is an old building, it's walls thick and the windows double glazed to keep out the noise. Even so the sounds of the Summer Festival managed to filter through; the softened music of the bands, the shrieks of joyful children and so on. Noah found the disruption to the library's normal peaceful atmosphere irritating. It also made him somewhat nervous, after all he couldn't stay hiding amongst the rows of books forever and when he left it would be to crowds of town folk.
"Why don't you go enjoy the festival? While you're young enough to dance and flirt with girls." Mrs Long, the elderly librarian said, catching Noah staring off towards the festival for the third time. "I wish I'd spent more time enjoying myself. Now I can't go ten minutes before my feet are swollen and I need to sit down. You've got to live before you get old boy."
Noah simply shook his head and returned his attention to sorting through the recent returns. Mrs Long was a shapeshifter and apparently seemed to be unaware or to have forgotten that Noah, as a demon, had the potential to live past the normal life expectancy for a human. All he had to do was keep feeding on strong life forces, it not only made him physically stronger but lengthened his life.
However forgetful Mrs Long may or may not have been, she was at least determined to see Noah enjoying himself for once. Taking a pile of books she thrust them into his hands, "Put these back on the shelves and then you're leaving." She told him, her hands on her hips in an effort to look stern. "And none of this dallying about either, not when I know you can teleport."
Unwilling to argue with the old woman Noah did as he was told, turning on the spot and reappearing on the other side of the library. However once out of Mrs Long's sight he took his time returning the books to their proper spots, drawing out the time until he would have to leave the relative safety of the library. Eventually he couldn't find any more excuses and on placing the last book back in its proper place he teleported back to the front desk, making Mrs Long jump slightly in surprise.
"Are you sure you don't need me to stay?" Noah asked, still hesitant to leave, "I don't mind staying to help." Mrs Long shook her head and began to make shooing motions at Noah. "I'll see you tomorrow Noah." She added before returning to her work, a satisfied smile on her face.
Noah sighed and made his way out of the library, pausing in the doorway to ready himself for the inevitable. The noise on the street seemed to grow ridiculously loud once he was outside. Noah made to teleport back home, an expense of energy that he wouldn't have usually used on such a short trip, but he deemed it necessary to avoid the festival crowds. However he hesitated as he caught a few notes of music. It wasn't the loud, partying music that he despised so much, rather what sounded like an acoustic guitar. He weighed up the pros and cons of each path and finally, reluctantly decided to seek out the music. Noah flicked up the hood of his jacket and dug his hands into his pockets before sliding into the crowds. He did his best to avoid attention as he followed the faint music. Luckily for him his progress was relatively easy thanks to his ability to walk through solid objects. Whenever he came up against a barrier he simply stepped through it, saving both time and having to ask people to let him pass.
Eventually he found the source of the music, a local duo playing to a small crowd down from the larger music acts. It was Noah's sort of music; calming and real, not like what passed for music in the clubs these days. Noah found a place at the back of the crowd and settled in to listen to the band. Noah couldn't help but let a rare smile pass across his face as he sent a silent thank you to Mrs Long for pushing him outside. Without her interference he might never have known that the festival could actually be enjoyable.
As he sped through the world on an old and beat-up Vans skateboard that used to belong to his friend in New York, Christopher Waltz realized just how small the town of Teraton really was. He had discovered nearly every corner and crevice of the tiny South Carolina community, but the young man never actually took the time to slow down and really appreciate his surroundings. With a perfect sunset sinking downwards from the center of the sky, and the twinkling lights of the Summer Solstice fair shining in the distance, now was the perfect time to do so. There were so many things on Chris's mind, and this simple moment was a sort of meditation for him.
Once he approached the hustle and bustle of the fair, Chris kicked the skateboard up, instinctively grabbing it behind him, and locking it underneath his arm. He took a moment to look at his surroundings, and then entered the festivity. He was greeted by the many vibrant colors and other-worldy scents of the Magical Lane. Of course, Chris was never really one to buy things, but with so much movement, brightness, mystery...one couldn't help but dart their eyes from booth to booth. Chris didn't believe he had too many good friends from the race of witches, (besides Jae and Jem, of course...) but by all means, he was fascinated by the race's culture. They had such spirituality and significant traditions that couldn't help but intrigue him. He took a moment to stare at the glass crystal balls that his neighbor was selling, and waved to Mrs. Johnson as he passed by (she was a master at divination, but was somewhat blind towards modern culture, as she still wore frumpy dresses that smelled like mothballs from the Victorian era). He then passed by a stand run by a tall, robust man with many rune-symbol tattoos running down his biceps. He was a woodcarver for sure, and had many small pieces lined up for sale. From a small card that was taped to the stand's table, some of the items were supposed to bring good luck. The charmed articles, as the sign said, were adorned with small green tags. "See anything you like?" the man asked. Chris's eyes gazed firmly at a long, black bear pendant with a rune sign on the top of the creature's forehead. Like the card had stated, a light green tag was attached to the necklace's chain. "Actually, yeah, I do," the young man replied. "How much for that?"
Tucking a small bag containing the bear pendant in his sweatshirt pocket, Chris hurried past the musical stage that featured a lighthearted band playing nature-like folk music. The charmed pendant wasn't for himself, but for someone else who was a shapeshifter, and happened to have a Kodiak bear as one of her two animal forms. Her name was Theodora Osonia, and she was stunning. Well, at least in Chris's eyes she was. There were always rumors going around about the girl's true motives, but Chris refused to believe any of the gossip that Theo's personality disproved. She was beautiful and intelligent, and could be fierce while also having a joking nature, something that he had never seen before in a person. To put it simply, Chris had an enormous crush on her, and all of his friends knew it. Some of them even picked on him for it, but over time, he learned to accept the jokes and the teasing. There was only one true problem regarding his fancying of Theodora Osonia: he could never tell her he liked her. He had no trouble striding into danger without even a second thought of consequences, but there was absolutely no way that he could bulk up enough courage to tell the young woman anything he felt. He knew he was just too graceless...
Chris was brought back to earth from his thoughts when he believed he caught the sight of Mel Williams's poofy blonde hair bouncing in front of him. Not quite sure it was her, he watched the girl frolic confidently to an energetic spot that sported a DJ and a multitude of dancers.
Suddenly, he could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket.
To: Chris
From: Mel
Anyone else looking for company?
He looked back at the girl again for a brief second, catching her facial features, and chuckled. Indeed, it was Mel. Of course she'd be dancing like a damn lunatic even at the Summer festival when she worked at a night club, for Pete's sake. It was just in her instinct to do so. The dance floor was her habitat, as he knew she would proudly say. He composed a new message, clicked the send button, and started to approach her.
To: Mel
From: Chris
Turn around
He lightly smiled, his hands in his pockets, and tried not to bump into any crazy dancers as he got closer to Mel. He hoped he wouldn't frighten her while she was having fun or anything.
"Hey!" he exclaimed loudly in the midst of the roaring music. It was kind of strange, as his body was stiff and straight while everyone else's was moving to the loud beat. "How are you? What's up?"
Theo took her sweet ol' time strolling down the sidewalk on her way to the Summer Solstice Festival. She had not gotten too dressed up for the occasion with her hair pulled into a messy braid on her right side and she was glad that most other people had decided to dress casually as well. Normally, Theo would not have cared; however, she remembered the first year that she had been in Teraton she had worn a nice dress and heels, not realizing that it was more of a street fair than anything. After that first, awkward year, the Summer Fair had quickly become one of Theo's most anticipated events in the small, normally uneventful town. It was a chance to let lose -not that she didn't do that normally- and also a chance to watch the new witches demonstrate their products and skills -which was actually one of Theo's favorite things about the fair. However, most importantly the festival symbolized summer -Theo's favorite season- which meant hot weather and everything outdoors.
As Theo drew nearer to the festival lights, she offhandedly wondered whether Chris would be there. Since first meeting the caring, lovably awkward young man, Chris Waltz had quickly become one of Theo's favorite people and most trusted friends. It wasn't just that the two of them were both shapeshifters. There was something else about Chris that made Theo love being around the young man and she could never put her finger on it. She knew that he had a small crush on her, but he had never admitted -and she knew that he knew never would admit- it to her. Rather, he'd give her gifts on special occasions and compliment her offhandedly. As she thought about Chris, Theo suddenly felt conscious of her appearance -which absolutely never happened. 'I should've worn something better looking,' she thought and then mentally shook herself from the thought. 'What am I thinking?' Theo had never truly cared about what someone thought of her looks -unless it was when she was pulling a con on someone and she certainly would never think to con Chris. He was one of the few people that Theo completely trusted and one of even fewer people that she had ever considered telling her history to. Her backstory was a part of her that was kept secret to virtually everyone and she had always planned on keeping it that way. 'But what would he think of me if I told him I was a dirty con-woman?' Theo though bitterly to herself. Chris trusted her and he had never believed those rumors that she was a thief. What would he think if he heard directly from her that those rumors were true? 'That's not me anymore,' Theo told herself sternly. She had gotten her kleptomania under control and she no longer needed to steal to stay afloat. And Chris would understand if she told him the whole story. Right?
Theo was jolted out of her thoughts as her left arm collided with a tall, brunette woman who looked back at her with a sneer. Theo put on her normal, playful grin as she turned and called an apology to the woman who had already seemed to forget about her. The five-foot tall shapeshifter pushed the uncharacteristically serious thoughts out of her mind as she shoved her way through a crowd of people that had gathered at one of the booths. She did not stop to see what it was, not feeling bothered to be in the middle of a large crowd.
Coming out of the crowd, Theo found herself in a less dense part of the festival. Dance music was playing loudly and a group of people where bouncing around to the beat, but the crowd was more dispersed, each person giving the one next to them some room to dance around. Theo gave a quick look around at the people that were caught a glimpse of a dancing blonde woman and an awkwardly stiff man. Getting a better view of their faces, Theo saw that it was Mel and Chris standing only a few feet away from her. Theo smiled at the sight of her "rival" and the guy that she had been thinking about just moments before. Getting into the music, Theo chuckled as she began to dance along with the group. She made her way slowly to the two that she had seen previously. She was jostled a bit by a young male witch would was already too drunk for his own good, but Theo pushed him off and continued toward the others.
As she finally came up behind Mel and Chris, Theo laughed and spoke directly the Mel first. "My 90-year-old neighbor's got better moves than that," Theo said with a chuckle and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And she's had both her knees replaced." Anyone who knew anything about the relationship between Mel and Theo would have known that they considered themselves rivals. Not in the sense that they actually hated each other, but in the sense that they would constantly push each other and compete with one another. However, Theo loved their competition and, in truth, she considered herself to be friends with Mel. The friendly rivalry was good for the both of them.
Theo then looked over at Chris and gave him a wide smile. And although no one would notice, her smile was just a bit wider for him than it would be for the others. "Chris," she said with a chuckle before continuing. "Ya know, I never picked you as one to dance much," she said in a teasing manner as she nudged his shoulder. Somehow though, she couldn't help but think back to what she had thought on the way over here. Would he look at her the same way if she were to tell him about her unlawful excursions? Theo was once again forced to push away the thoughts as she continued to dance to the music. She was never one to act in a serious manner -even at times when she should- and she was not going to start on one of her favorite nights of the year in this town.
The heart of summer... What a terrifying time of year.
The heat itself radiating from the scorching sun high above the sky is distracting in itself, for it required all May's strength and focus simply to keep the chilly atmosphere around her. "What is so terribly wrong about an eternal winter?" She mumbled as she stood by the window of their house, her eyes lingering on the sunlight that shined down with much force in the light of day. The blue dress resembling icy flower petals hung loose from her shoulders, her light blonde hair fixed with a simple clip, May looked just as she ever looked throughout the year. The cold didn't bother her, but the heat most definitely did.
"Summer," She turned her head from the window in which she has been staring at for the entire morning along with a part of the afternoon. Such inaction is not at all unfamiliar to May, who has always radiated a calm and serene mood wherever she walked-Even on the day of the Summer Solstice. "Summer?" Her voice rang throughout the little apartment the two twins lived in, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light from the window, looking for her other half.
Nothing. The silence was deafening, but it was not unexpected. It was her brother's time of year after all. With light footsteps, she twirled a piece of her hair in her hands, turning toward the door, her hand hesitating on the doorknob. However hot it is outside of the apartment, as long as she focused, the heat would not dare touch her skin. She closed her eyes, took a sharp breath as she pulled open the wooden door, the heat immediately blasting into the house she just cooled down. However, the gust of warm air split around her, avoiding her presence as it rushed into the door, her skin remaining the usual temperature, cool to touch.
May was never one for modern technology, and thus will resort to finding her other half through old-fashioned means. He wouldn't be hard to find, simply find the busiest faerie on the block. She rolled her eyes slightly at the thought, continuing her strides as she turned out the door. The festival was definitely not far from their apartment, seeing that they chose the location simply for the year-round festivals that goes on within the Teraton community. While each year, the faerie community takes much delight from solstices, the summer and winter faeries are often at each other's throats during their own solstice.
It didn't take more than five minutes for May to stare at the festive lights already up before her eyes, the colors of which were no doubt chosen by the faerie community themselves, extravagant to the eyes. "It needs something more, wouldn't you think so?" A familiar voice rang behind her ears as she turned to stare into the cool blue eyes of another winter faerie, Heath, but he was much taller and it strained May's neck to even look up at him. "It is not our time of the year to decide," Her voice responded in a chilly tone, much out of place within the cheerful atmosphere of the Summer Solstice. "Always the cold little faerie, aren't you, May." Heath continued on despite her tone, scrunching up her hair as he gave the top of her head a small rub. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the motion, reaching her hands up to swat away his. Her tiny size was always something for others to pick on. "Where's your brother? I'm sure he's having fun." Nearly the entire faerie community knew of the two twins of seemingly opposite everything. "Summer's in the heart of summer," A slight playful tone rang in her voice as she spoke the riddle. She said something but it was next to nothing, and Heath shook his head at her words, giving her a slight push on the back. "As I thought, it's useless asking you for information." And with a grin, the winter faerie was off, merging with the rest of the happy festival.
It does need something more, doesn't it..
May's eyes darted up to the lights, the temperature around her suddenly lowering to one that was determined by her brother to be very uncomfortable to the average being living in Teraton. The lights above her shone with a strange gleam before a thin layer of ice clouded over the bulb. The ice twisted slightly, morphing into tiny ice flower petals. Within seconds, the lights above her all shone with the strange icy gleam, the flower petals shone with bright colors.
Now that that was done. It was probably time for some mischievous doings of a typical faerie. But first, she must find her other half.
Cj literally tossed a plate to his brother, a huge grin forming on his face when he didn't drop it. Below them, there sat shattered plates from there three previous attempts of using the plates like frisbees. "No more," Alexander said, trying to be stern, but failing, and cracking up at the shocked face Cj shot him, making him crack up. Madden, entered the room and Cj put on a blank face, quickly exiting the room, and the ridicule his twin sister would give them two.
A huge grin formed on his face as he piled his arms with plates; two cheeseburgers, a specialty salad, and a chicken bartuci; as well as a tray of cups. Cj made his way to table 10, asking two tables along the way how their meal was, and gave the family their food. "How's the puppy, Mr Carpson?" He asked, engaging in a short, but sweet conversation with the family who'd he'd known since his second day at the restaurant. Leaving them to their meals, Cj walked back into the kitchen, receiving a quick shove from Madden as she exited to take orders. Alexander gave him a quick laugh, taking off his apron. "I'm heading out. See you soon, probably," he muttered, grinning at his brother before signaling to a girl smiling in at Alexander from the window. Cj smiled in reply, taking down the order he had just served. After Alexander exited the kitchen, Cj reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle.
He popped two pills, already feeling his last dose wearing off. His mind was getting jumpy, and while serving the waters to the Carpson's, his hand had grown shaky. At least he wouldn't be a mess during the festival.
Speaking of the festival, a quick look at his watch told him he only had five more minutes. His phone vibrated in his pocket twice, a message from Mel and a message from Belinda appearing. Cj sent each a quick message.
To: Mel
Most definitely. Tonight we party hard?
From: Cj
To: Belinda
I'll win you the biggest prize I can, maybe more ;)
From: Cj
Chuckling lightly at his flirty exchange with Belinda, Cj pocketed his phone. He took a peak out of the kitchen, searching for Jae. Where was she? No matter, his eyes fell on Jem, now at the door, talking to Alexander, who then nodded toward him, and grinned. He quickly made his way to the door, almost bumping into an old lady as he moved, careful to apologize. "J-money," he chuckled, giving his best friend their usual handshake and grinning wide. "I've got two more tables, then we're out of here."
He made his way back to the kitchen, checking the order list then picking up two drink trays and a plate of some type of fish. The drinks were for a group of girls, probably about 16, each sending Cj flirty glances, which in reply he smiled. He then brought the fish to a man sitting alone at the bar, a man he knew to have worked at a restaurant in a different part of town. It seemed other's could not keep themselves away from their food, like it was bewitched or something. Dropping the trays back off at the kitchen, and giving his mum a quick hug goodbye, Cj made his way back to Jem, grinning widely at whatever it was they'd be doing tonight.
Whether it happened after a restless sleep or a deep, long meditation, Lydia Fatebane awoke from her bed in a jolt. When her eyes opened, they stared up towards the dark ceiling in fear. For a second, she felt the breath that had been stored in her lungs simply vanish from within her body, and into thin air. When her consciousness and breathing were restored momentarily, the demon pushed herself forward, and dangled her legs from off of the edge of her stiff bed. She ran her cold hands over her pale-white forehead to find that she was sweating. How long had she been out? She checked the large and rusty master clock beside her only to notice that it was now around six o'clock in the evening.
With her throat feeling groggy and her muscles tense, Lydia dropped down to the creaky wooden floor and began to walk out of her bedroom down the stairs that were chipped and broken here and there. There was a reason why her house seemed to match the girl's lacking spirit. The house in which she lived had been abandoned for many decades. It simply collected dust from the end of the street as innocent children gazed upon it, claiming the rickety home to be haunted. It was dark, freezing, tattered, lonely, and somewhat invisible to the eyes of the neighbors who lived next door. To those who entered inside, it felt like living in a coffin. In other words, the house was without a doubt Lydia's dream home.
Somehow, upon first moving to the house, the girl had found a way to get some of the water and electricity in the first floor running properly again. Because the inside of her neck felt painfully dry, the mysterious demon decided she'd get herself a glass of water. She wasn't hungry, as she had hunted earlier in the day and fed herself enough so that by afternoon, she was full of energy. She opened the cabinet, grabbed one of the untainted white glasses, and made her way towards the steel sink. Before she could even get the water running, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes giving off the impression of immediate danger.
"Hey, Lydia."
The voice was seductive, and insane-like in tone. No doubt, it was her sister's.
"Fuck off, Ruby," Lydia softly exclaimed as she took a seat at the kitchen table, reluctantly listening to her sister's telepathic message (and ultimately disregarding her need for cold water). Ruby, her younger sibling and hated "protecter", had been sending messages to Lydia's mind ever since the monotonic girl left home. Ruby Fatebane used to leave telepathic reports in her sister's head every day, but stopped once Lydia had been away from the castle where she formerly called 'home' for more than a year. Usually her messages were mocking in nature, and tended to drag on for minutes. They were a pain to listen to, and probably wouldn't have been so hard to take if Lydia possessed telepathy herself, and could respond back to her younger sister's displeasing words.
"How have you been, Lyds? I hope you haven't been causing too much trouble wherever you are. So listen: Father and have been questioning people from all over the place, and we finally know where you're hiding...well, not quite, but at least we know what country you're residing in. And you can guess that we were both...impressed by your cunning nature in regards to choosing your hiding place." Lydia rolled her eyes while Ruby chuckled for a moment. "You're a clever girl, Lyds; hiding in a warm-weather climate full of sunshine so that us Fatebanes wouldn't dare to try and find you... Anyway, we know you're either in California, or North Carolina. We'll be checking California first, so if you're there, don't worry! You still have plenty of time to start running...we'll catch up to you anyway. Some of these new members have enhanced senses of hearing and smelling...If you're in Carolina, well...unfortunately our much-anticipated family reunion will have to wait a little while, hmm? I do wish you had telepathy like me...I'm forgetting what your voice used to sound like. Anyway, I'll see you soon, Lyds."
"Love you older sister, darling..."
Lydia was inhaling deeply again, and she could feel the muscles in her face growing more tense. It was then the demon noticed the glass she had been holding earlier was not in her hand, but had been shattered into a million pieces and was now residing on the top of the table. She must have been so stiff, she broke the glass with her fingers as she heard Ruby speak. It was fine though; no glass had penetrated through her hand, and all the pieces landed on the table, nothing was on the floor. Suddenly, Lydia just felt the need to be outside. Forget water, maybe she just needed some fresh air. She'd clean the broken glass up later. The demon grabbed her hoodie, flipped up the hood, and exited through the door. When she looked forwards after closing the entrance to her home, bright lights in the distance caught her attention. Her already present scowl grew deeper as she inquired the source of the vibrant lights. What could possibly be going on at this time? She knew where they were coming from, and she had enough energy to teleport, so Lydia did so, closing her eyes in the process.
When she opened her eyes and the ebony-colored smoke surrounding her had disappeared, (smoke appeared around her every time she teleported,) Lydia found that she was in the middle of a busy street. She covered her ears once her hearing processed the booming sound of loud music. There were merchants everywhere, people dancing and smiling...it all made Lydia confused and annoyed. She shrugged and walked forward. Her head looked down towards the ground and her hands were caressed in her pockets. When she came to a stage featuring some sort of hippie-folk band playing their music much too enthusiastically, Lydia saw Noah Talon, a demon like her, smiling at the corny group as they performed. The girl had thought things were weird before, but now things were getting just plain creepy...
"The hell is that smug look on your face for?" For a split second, her face twitched into something of a smirk, and then she turned to face the band in a similar fashion as Noah. She looked at the group as she continued to speak, her hands still in her pockets. "I have no idea why everyone in this town is dancing and selling things and being happy all of a sudden, but whatever the reason, it's making me nervous."
As a creature that has not yet grasped the concept of dreams, any visions or events seen in the state of sleep was perceived as an unhinged reality. One moment, Kit was racing in the cool waters in the furred, spotted body of a harbour seal, and the next, he was staring into the face of a curious human boy. Curious seemed the only world that could trademark Kit, it simply described every piece of his being. His large doe-like inquisitive blue eyes were often rapidly moving in his head, consuming every bit of earth that was not seen in the likes of the sea, or the beach, or the rocks by the water. Everything that met his gaze came to him in small fits of excitement and fear, and since English or any tongue in that matter is unknown to him, the only way to express delight, keenness, and interest was to reach an arm towards the anticipated sight, or object. That and the occasional sigh, mumble, and gush of “ooh” and “aah”.
The sea had swept something unusual on the shore that day. It lay still, lifeless on the wet sand. It appeared to be asleep. Its skin was marbled and spotted from head to toe.
In his dreams, Kit saw the murky waters of the sea on a stormy day. Despite the calamity in the skies, the waters were an empty grey, cold, wretched place. Only one thing swayed in the deep, moving with the currents like seaweed uprooted from the earth. It was a boy, a small boy. His lips, and his skin were white as bone.
After several moments he suddenly began to stir viciously, spewing out spouts of water. He was awake. His thick tail disappeared as he hauled himself across the sand and away from the water. Soon the grey fur fell from his new damp, cold skin. How odd the world looked on two legs, Kit thought as he stared into the sleepy orange sky. The beach was empty save for his peculiar self. The waves came to a lull as the sun sank over the horizon. He sat there for some time, wondering where the light went as the world blackened around him. Kit was often distracted by the simplest of things. Perhaps the sea swallowed it in its wrath. There were plenty of foreign treasures deep below.
The sound of wood striking the stone tiles echoed through the hallway of Rafia's two-story home. The tempo of the footsteps was calm and laid back, clearly there was no hurry. Rafia raised her head and looked at the full-length mirror in front of her, inspecting her dark jean jacket. She smirked whilst grabbing a gray fedora hat, and gently placing it on her head with her left hand. She tipped the fedora so it would cover her eyes, crossed her right leg in front of her left and leaned slightly to the side, making a 'smoochie' face at the mirror. Then she raised the tip - adjusting the hat and turned on her heels, grabbing the car keys on the shelf. Just as she was leaving, she turned her head and looked at the mirror once more, putting her right hand on her hip and then into the back pocket of her light gray jeans.
"I'm going to the festival, Maya" She shouted, her deep and yet ever so feminine voice echoed through the seemingly empty hallway as she leaned against the white wall. She waited for a moment, not quite sure what she was expecting to hear in return, but then she turned back towards the door and opened it, taking a step outside with her right foot first. "I need to run some errands first so I'm not offering you a ride right now. If you really need it, text me and I'll come pick you up. Then again, I'm sure you're perfectly capable of getting there yourself." She yelled into the house once more, then closed the door and made her way towards the crimson Rubicon Jeep standing right in front of the house. She hurriedly sat inside and started the car, driving down a few blocks before stopping.
Rafia was never really a social butterfly when it came to her own personal life. Sex life included. She preferred keeping such juicy details to herself, after all, the less people knew - the easier it was for her to manipulate them into believing differently. She moved slightly towards the right side of the road so she wouldn't block other cars, got her phone and started typing a text:
From: Rafia
To: Ciaran
Yo babes, you better be comin' to the festival.
Heard there's goin' to be a lot of interesting people. (;
"Okay, that's done.. " Rafia muttered those words silently, then looked at a small folded piece of paper lying in the cup holder. 'Right' she thought as she remembered that she had forgotten her wallet at home. Luckily for her, she almost always kept her driver's license in the drawer in front of the passenger seat. She sighed and started typing another text.
From: Rafia
To: Maya
Hey.. Hng..I forgot my wallet at home. I'm a little too far to go back now, but it'd be great if you could get it for me and bring it to the festival, or when I come pick you up. If you need me to. I'll buy you fries if you do.
The vessel put the phone into the black leather purse lying on the passenger seat, turned on the radio and leaned against the back of the chair. 3!Oh3 - We Are Young started playing. She tapped her foot against the gas pedal to the rhythm, but not hard enough to actually push the pedal. The music was loud enough to block out any sounds coming from outside the car, which pleased her. Out of boredom, she reached for her phone, and just as she picked it up, it started buzzing.
"Rafia Brelyn speaking."
"Hey Raf', it's Oliver. The guy from the gym? You said you wanted to meet later today? Wanna go to the Festival?"
"Oh. Oh, I'm not going to the Festival," she paused. Oliver was nothing but food for her, but she's been sucking boys dry for three days in a row now, and not even in the sexual sense. "Right. No, I can't meet you today. You know what. Actually - I can't meet you at all. Just, don't talk to me. And trust me on this, I'm being nice right now" and with that, she dropped the call. Getting intoxicated off of something as delicious (For Rafia) as blood and then feeling hung over wasn't really for Rafia, especially because she might actually go get some alcohol and a double hang over didn't sound fun. She stared at her phone, waiting for a reply from either Ciaran or Maya.
That morning, much earlier than it was currently, Somerald had burst out of bed with a large smile already plastered on his face. Laughing, he had punched the music player on the side of his bed to loud, blasting “I just can’t wait to be king” at the loudest volume, scattering the birds that had been sitting on his open window ledge. “Oh I just can’t wait to be king!” Summer sang, pulling his head through his bright orange shirt while fumbling his way towards his window. Looking down at himself and shrugging at his sweatpants, flip-flops, Somerald ruffled his hair and laughed again as birds came down to rest on his shoulders. “This day is the best day of all the days in the year!" he said with a booming voice, excitement dancing in his eyes. “The Summer Solstice!”
Shaking with excitement, Summer leapt out of his window, the birds chattering as they flew away again and followed him in the air. His laughter permeated throughout the whole alleyway in which Summer and May’s house was hidden in, currently covered with vines and flowers of the like. Pausing suddenly, Summer jogged his way back home and kicked the front door open- it was virtually almost always open until May noticed- and grabbed a piece of paper and pen, scrawling with his messy handwriting: Must be off to festival, will see you soon. Summer cast a look down at the note and nodded with satisfaction, peeping up at the closed door of his sister’s room, feeling waves of cold air from it. He didn’t want to wake up his sister- she needed her rest anyways.
Bounding out once more, Summer looked around as he rushed onto the main road and calmed down. Though his smile was still planted in place, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of dampening as he walked onto the street filled with people. Probably because he had spent so much time with May, he couldn’t help but feel a bit unsure around other people. His usual straightforward speech also transformed into something more so like his sister’s whenever he spoke in front of anyone besides May, and he really couldn’t do much about it. Some may call it PTSD, but the memories of the carnage of their last abode really didn’t haunt him much. Shaking his head, Summer sighed and grinned at the birds that had perched once more on his shoulders. “Shall we, then?”
Summer had gone almost everywhere; the fun and excitement had pulled him from one place to another. He constantly manipulated the emotions of those around him, making sure that they felt the sense of ecstatic happiness that coursed through his own veins. Summer couldn’t stop himself from laughing, as he flitted through the crowds, his physical presence unnoticed but his powers obviously noticeable. His fun came to a stop as he stopped to take a sip of water, throwing the change on the counter as he grabbed a bottle of water. Where is May… he thought, looking around at the people in front of him as he leaned against a wall, his sweaty back sticking to his shirt.
Summer? May’s voice filled his head. Summer paused what he was doing and dropped the bottle of water in his hand, a small smile forming on his face as he started a jog home. Summer? Summer chuckled a bit and decided to not reply- he wanted to see if he could scare May for once. He waved his hands, causing the birds on his shoulders to scatter. "I will find you all soon again!" He said to the birds that fluttered above his head, ignoring the glances that he got from the other supernaturals. "Distract May for me!" The birds twittered back in response and sped off, leaving Summer all alone.
He turned from the large street back onto the small alley that led to May and Summer’s apartment, ignoring the sudden cold that he plunged into. May... He sighed as he shivered, as he turned around as he sensed that his sister wasn't in their apartment. Casting one last cursory look at the house that was hidden by multiple trees, Summer shrugged and made his way off again, only to spot that his sister had been but a few steps away from himself. "May! Summer yelled, forgetting his earlier ploy to scare his sister.
Shaking with excitement, Summer leapt out of his window, the birds chattering as they flew away again and followed him in the air. His laughter permeated throughout the whole alleyway in which Summer and May’s house was hidden in, currently covered with vines and flowers of the like. Pausing suddenly, Summer jogged his way back home and kicked the front door open- it was virtually almost always open until May noticed- and grabbed a piece of paper and pen, scrawling with his messy handwriting: Must be off to festival, will see you soon. Summer cast a look down at the note and nodded with satisfaction, peeping up at the closed door of his sister’s room, feeling waves of cold air from it. He didn’t want to wake up his sister- she needed her rest anyways.
Bounding out once more, Summer looked around as he rushed onto the main road and calmed down. Though his smile was still planted in place, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of dampening as he walked onto the street filled with people. Probably because he had spent so much time with May, he couldn’t help but feel a bit unsure around other people. His usual straightforward speech also transformed into something more so like his sister’s whenever he spoke in front of anyone besides May, and he really couldn’t do much about it. Some may call it PTSD, but the memories of the carnage of their last abode really didn’t haunt him much. Shaking his head, Summer sighed and grinned at the birds that had perched once more on his shoulders. “Shall we, then?”
Summer had gone almost everywhere; the fun and excitement had pulled him from one place to another. He constantly manipulated the emotions of those around him, making sure that they felt the sense of ecstatic happiness that coursed through his own veins. Summer couldn’t stop himself from laughing, as he flitted through the crowds, his physical presence unnoticed but his powers obviously noticeable. His fun came to a stop as he stopped to take a sip of water, throwing the change on the counter as he grabbed a bottle of water. Where is May… he thought, looking around at the people in front of him as he leaned against a wall, his sweaty back sticking to his shirt.
Summer? May’s voice filled his head. Summer paused what he was doing and dropped the bottle of water in his hand, a small smile forming on his face as he started a jog home. Summer? Summer chuckled a bit and decided to not reply- he wanted to see if he could scare May for once. He waved his hands, causing the birds on his shoulders to scatter. "I will find you all soon again!" He said to the birds that fluttered above his head, ignoring the glances that he got from the other supernaturals. "Distract May for me!" The birds twittered back in response and sped off, leaving Summer all alone.
He turned from the large street back onto the small alley that led to May and Summer’s apartment, ignoring the sudden cold that he plunged into. May... He sighed as he shivered, as he turned around as he sensed that his sister wasn't in their apartment. Casting one last cursory look at the house that was hidden by multiple trees, Summer shrugged and made his way off again, only to spot that his sister had been but a few steps away from himself. "May! Summer yelled, forgetting his earlier ploy to scare his sister.
Bryne Netherland
The waves washing up on shore looked inviting, almost as if they had their very own siren call as he watched the sand darken before the waves slipped back to its watery bed. Bryne was all alone, sitting within the small alcove he had discovered only a few weeks ago. It was amongst the rocks that faced the sea; during the day the sun beamed down on them and left them warm which had made the young man feel quite at home.
And home was hard to find, for Bryne, nowadays.
His grandmother had passed away only two months ago in her sleep. Of course, he had seen the signs but Bryne had chosen to ignore them and treated her as if she was the most precious stone he had ever seen or held. It was of course from her old age, her bones had grown weaker and she had started wheezing in her sleep but it didn’t make him love her any less. She was his home, his life revolved around her and it now all felt as if it was all torn away from him.
He took a very long drag from his cigarette, his eyes falling closed as he blew out the smoke through his nostrils. The sea’s air soothed his tired lungs and cleared his head for a moment as he took a shaky breath in. Then it hit him; the date.
“Fuck.”
It was Summer Solstice, the onetime of the year where he was allowed to linger around the edges of a crowd and observe others without drawing attention to himself. Bryne enjoyed people watching, he was obscenely good at picking out small details on a person and telling them their ‘whole life story’, although he was really just stating the obvious but no one really pays attention like he does.
It was also the one night where he could blend in and pretend everything was alright. The moods of others affected him and even made him smile from time to time. It also gave him an excuse to silently swoon from afar if he was lucky enough to see Noah Talon.
“Ah, Christ.”
Bryne finished his cigarette and flicked it away, he had smoked it right down to its filter and a few of the ashes had singed his fingertips. His brows furrowed as he stared at the butt of the still glowering stick before raking a hand through chestnut coloured curls, he might as well go.
If only to forget for just a little while longer.
Lost in his own thoughts Ciaran deftly navigated the rocky patch of beach he’d spent the warm, sunny day at. Hopping nimbly from rock to rock he was careful to avoid wet patches and made his way back to the belongings he’d left behind earlier. In his haste to get to the water he’d left his clothes crumpled and his boots flung about. Taking a moment to rest the thin, lanky boy tossed himself to the sandy ground to dry out a bit and reached into the pockets of his jeans to retrieve his phone.
Unsurprisingly Cerry had lost track of time and grinned widely to himself as he thumbed through the messages he’d received while he’d been swimming. Ciaran had meant to spend his day clamming and having decided that the timing wasn’t right instead wasted his day away in the water. In that time he’d heard from Belinda.
To: Ciarran
Message: Hey, I better see you at the festival.
With a light laugh to himself, he shook his head, his damp curls dripping water onto his quickly drying shoulders. There was no other place he’d rather be today. His people were nothing if not festive and for someone who was as much of a busybody as Ciaran to miss the social event of the summer just wouldn’t be heard of. He quickly responded back to her, a lopsided grin overpowering his face.
To:Belinda
Message: It wouldn’t be much of a festival if I wasn’t there, now would it? Keep an eye out.
Quickly he flipped down to see that Rafia had also tried to get in touch with him. At the mere sight of her name his heart noticeably quickened pace. The young faerie was extremely attracted to the demon and spent a majority of his time with her, at least when she allowed it. It seemed as if tonight would be one of those times.
From: Rafia
To: Ciaran
Yo babes, you better be comin' to the festival.
Heard there's goin' to be a lot of interesting people. (;
It seemed like he was well in demand this evening, a fact he was quite pleased with. With a practiced, lazy skill he quickly texted Rafia.
To:Rafia
Message: None quite as interesting as yourself. Trust me, I know. I’ll find you, don’t worry.
Rising to his feet Ciaran quickly and efficiently brushed the sand from his legs and slipped into his jeans. Throwing on his shirt he left it unbuttoned as he pulled on his boots. Grabbing the rest of his gear, the young man took a look around and realized that he’d trekked much further than he thought to reach his current destination. With a quick look to the slowly darkening sky, Ciaran sighed and began to the journey back to his truck
Cerry had finally made it back to the place where he’d began and was glad of it. It was dark now and he still had to head home and shower before he could make the festival. It wouldn’t do to show up smelling like fish. It wasn’t quite the mystique he was going for. Head down, his bright green eyes focused on the impressions his boots made in the sand Ciaran almost didn’t notice the boy in the darkness. Stopping in his tracks, he froze as if he’s just caught sight of a wild animal. Knowing that if he made any sudden movies the boy could very well bolt away. To where, Ciaran didn’t know. All he did know was that the boy was stark naked and seemed out of it. Slowly putting his bit of gear down, he held his hands open, his palms facing the sky. Ciaran was still a good distance from the boy and did his best to seem non-threatening.
“Hey there, friend.” Ciaran called, his voice warm and comforting. “Are you okay, do you need anything? Like clothes, perhaps?" The inquisitive faerie asked, unable to suppress his curiosity about the stranger on the beach.
Derrick Grinnell
The whole town felt lifted on air with the buzz of the Summer Solstice. Derrick preferred to stay inside until later in the evening, when the parties were starting up or he was preparing his own. Several bottles stood tall in the refrigerator at the moment, but he would be locking up his house for the night this time around. His whitewashed home was intensely close to the fairgrounds and he suffered a headache each and every year. Good vibes were not Derrick's forte. Alas, though, his phone buzzed along the deep oak wood of his night stand. He regrettably awoke and rolled over to open the message.
To: Mel
always. i'll make my way over there soon.
always. i'll make my way over there soon.
He sent the message and covered his face with the blanket again. Five more minutes never hurt anyone. His mind was just beginning to drift off when his phone went off again, this time from Belinda. He read the message and then paused to stretch his long body out along his bed. Mid-stretch, he froze as the text actually sank into his mind. He looked to the side of his queen-sized bed only to find it empty. All of the Redbull and vodka had left last night's memory a hazy blur. Surely he would have remembered bringing someone home though.
Belinda's lovely voice rang through the walls of his rather small home. Through his stretch he hadn't heard the door unlock. "I'm in here," his sleepy voice called. Derrick threw the covers off of his body and slid into a pair of jeans and a black hoodie before walking out of his room, stepping over clothes on his floor along the way.
He didn't bother with walking around the corner, preferring to slip through the walls that separated him from the living room. His ghostly figure snuck up behind Belinda, and he leaned down over the couch to kiss her cheek.
"Why aren't you at the festival yet, babe?"
Maya Dre
Rafia's voice startled her, and she was glad the demon wasn't in the room to see her jerk the curling iron away. She sighed and put it away, having finished the last curl anyway.
"I've got my own ride," she shouted. "Don't hit my car on the way out, I had to park close because of that douche next door again." A moment later she heard the front door open and close and she had the home to herself. Her spirit relaxed as it always did when the demon was out of her home. Rafia always had her on edge.
She threw on gold bracelets before slipping on blue pumps, then made for her car outside. She took a deep breath to calm her excitement as she ignited the engine. The purr of the engine was a sound that emanated throughout her heart. She remembered her racing days with nostalgia and wished she could fly down the streets again. Her phone made a ping. She tried not to be irritated as she climbed out of the car and into the house again to retrieve the wallet Rafia had forgotten. Then, she was off to the festival.
The first thing she saw when she was parking was the lit up ferris wheel, standing proud next to the ocean as one of the main attractions. She wished she could teleport when she was standing in line. Lucky demon bitches. Once she was in, she began searching for familiar faces. She didn't see any, so she brought out her phone and sent a text.
To: Cj
Are you at the Summer Solstice yet? :) I'll be in magical lane, we should meet up.
To: Rafia
I brought it for you. I'm already at the festival so just call or something when you get here.
Are you at the Summer Solstice yet? :) I'll be in magical lane, we should meet up.
To: Rafia
I brought it for you. I'm already at the festival so just call or something when you get here.
After his brief encounter with Alexander, who soon leaves, presumably to go walk around with the girl who had been staring through the window when Jem walked in, the dimpled boy does find the person he's looking for. Hopefully the Shantley parents are planning to let their primary workers take the night off. It would surprise Jem if they didn't- it's not like they've kept the siblings locked in working for the past several festivals. As far as families go, CJ has a really good one, Jem thinks. They all seem to get along very well, at least. Not that Jem would ever complain of his family- they stick together, even if his mother and father have the tendency to argue quite a bit. It's a good thing neither of them are the sort to put aggressive words into action- especially with his parents' potions, which would be too perfect for bits of revenge or irritation and such.
CJ promises to be done soon, which merits another smile from Jem- not that his smiles are really a rare commodity to come by. Both of the friends, best friends since childhood, are known to be the sort who smile quite a lot. After all, they share a sort of sociable cheerfulness, as well as the fact that it kind of brushes aside any other issues the two may have. In Jem's case, people tend to forget how bad his sulking can be, or how emotionally sensitive he is [almost child-like], when faced only with a boyish smile and a joke. That's the way he likes it, of course. He's too dependent on the presence of others to allow them to slip away so easily.
As his brunette friend returns, this time for them to set off and enjoy the festival, Jem finds himself smiling once more. "So, where to first? Games? Music? Meet up with people?" he asks, never having had qualms with letting other people make decisions for him, especially ones so trivial. Besides, he doesn't know how long CJ's parents will let one of their few waiters go for- or how busy the restaurant usually gets during the festival, now that he thinks about it. He's never hung around the place during the Summer Solstice.
"Maybe we could find Skye?" he adds, mentioning their mutual friend [though he perhaps sees the spring faerie as more than a friend].
Mel owns a phone. She knows how to use her phone. She even goes sofar as to use it fairly frequently. That being said, she is one of those people who will send a text, put her phone down, and not look at it again for an hour, leaving the other person mildly confused. At the moment, she can argue the excuse that the music and dancing and cute guy dancing diagonally from her served to redirect her attention. Whatever the argument, the young woman doesn't notice the response texts that float in, focused on dancing and the music and the fact that the weather is impossibly perfect at that moment. It's her ideal summer day, really- perfect weather, perfect waves, perfect shots, and good music.
And, she soon finds out, good friends. It's fortunate that Chris actually physically approached her, because she hadn't noticed his text, just as she hadn't most of the other messages. Hearing his voice, she turns around to face the shapeshifter, whose hands-in-pocket, make-self-smaller stance looks impossibly awkward among the pulsing semi-crowd. She grins at him, her wide and easy smile as distinctive to her as Jem's dimpled one is to him. "Hey! My mood, man- on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend," she adds with a twist of her smile that gives it a funny looking quirk towards one side. As her speech patterns often suggest, Mel is a rather relaxed, non serious person. "Speaking of moods, here comes your lady love," she refers to his less than subtle crush on Theo Osonia, the girl hair that Mel has often compared to a supernova. To Mel's credit, she drops her voice slightly, out of courtesy for Chris's anxiousness.
Mel raises her eyebrows at Theo, smile quirking once more, "I took lessons from her." She looks over Theo once, then beams. "Nice to see you aren't wearing heels this year."
Finally, her attentions are located in such a way that she feels a text coming in. Leaning in towards Chris, she whispers [as quiety as she can to still be heard, "I'm gonna ditch this crowd. But first, I'll leave you and lady nova over there to the privacy of the mob." With a wink and shoulder nudge, she is out of sight, weaving through the crowd until she reaches clearer lands, where she can check her phone and wait for Chris and Theo to join her, if they choose to. This is just like Mel- bring people into her own habitat, only to leave them there to fend for themselves.
To: Jae
Oh, love, I'm blushing. I trust you'll wait for me. For a few minutes. Or an hour. I'll get there eventually
To: Belinda
I'll be looking for that top- and maybe the face. :-)
To: Skye
Maybe near the Ferris wheel. Stay tuned.
To: Chris
Wow, long time no see. Having fun in the crowd? Knowing you, I'm surprised you aren't crowd surfing yet!
To: CJ
The hardest! If you're nice, I'll give you cheaper drinks during my shift.
Belinda was happily listening to Mariah Carey swoon in her ear when her phone buzzed in her lap. She smirked as the texts came in the first from CJ then Ciaran.
To: Belinda
I'll win you the biggest prize I can, maybe more ;)
From: Cj
To: CJ
Im gonna hold you to that ;)
I'll win you the biggest prize I can, maybe more ;)
From: Cj
To: CJ
Im gonna hold you to that ;)
She bit her lip to hold in a big goofy grin. Cj tended to have that effect on her. He was like a male version of herself. He was adorable, flirty, and sweet. The dimples were just the cherry on top.
To:Belinda
It wouldn’t be much of a festival if I wasn’t there, now would it? Keep an eye out.
From: Ciaran
To: Ciaran
Will do
It wouldn’t be much of a festival if I wasn’t there, now would it? Keep an eye out.
From: Ciaran
To: Ciaran
Will do
Ciaran was the opposite situation. The two got along smashingly but he insisted on believing she was just going to ditch him. He seemed interested in her but refused to let her get close to him. Which infuriated her to no end.
Belinda had already made herself comfortable. She draped her sweater over the side of the chair and slipped her booties off. She was locking her phone when she felt a soft kiss on her cheek. She grinned knowing it was Derrick. "Why aren't you at the festival yet babe?" He asked. She shrugged. "Because I wanted a ride there and I knew all the good mojojojo in the air would be killing you. Soooo I came to give you a boost." She turned so she was supported by her knees on the couch and was facing him. "Your welcome" She said with s grin before pulling him closer by his hoodie until their lips touched. Kissing him was natural for her almost by instinct. She pulled back when she felt herself going overboard. She knew she probably released to many pheromones but she really didn't care.
"Now lets go to that festival, your driving" She said easily as if they weren't just making out a few minutes ago. She slipped her sweater back on along with her booties, applied a fresh coat of red lipstick and pushed her big black round glasses onto her hair. "C'mon no time to waste" She said sliding her small hands into his and leading him to his car outside.
Once Belinda and Derrick arrived at the Festival she almost ran out the car. She was at the excitement level of a small child. She pulled him along as she searched for their friends.
Belinda spotted Mel first as they walked around. It was hard to miss Mel with her platinum blonde hair and golden skin. She raced up to her and threw her arms around her friends neck. "I've been looking forward to this like forevor! She gushed as she let her friend go.
Kit drew his gaze away from the sea and looked up towards the stranger. He had a mess of dark tangled hair and eyes that reminded him of the murky, green areas of the deep. What did he want from him? The stranger’s mouth moved quickly, producing a sequence of noise Kit could not decipher. He sat there, legs crossed on the wet sand, watching him for several moments. He smelt particularly odd, and had a sarcastic face that made Kit very uncertain. “Kit,” he said then, patting his left hand on his chest. “Kit.” He stretched his legs forwards and giggled as they turned into the tail of a harbour seal’s. Then, as a wave pulled in and touched the rest of his skin, Kit disappeared with the waves.
His head popped out from the water. His hair was wet and clung over his face. Kit made his way to the shore again, where the stranger stood. Drops of water fell from his naked skin, every step he took felt like an added weight to his might. “Kit,” he said again, his lips stretching into a warm smile. Patting himself again, he gazed at the stranger and lightly tapped the tip of his fingers onto his chest. Once he pulled them away, small patches were made where he left him. “Kit,” he said once more, patting his chest, and then lightly tapping the stranger's one last time. Kit watched him with large, curious eyes.
A breeze came over him then, brushing his skin with goose bumps and nipping him with cold.
“Clothes,” Kit muttered through gritted teeth. “Clothes.”
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Nadia waited for a customer to count his change and stared at the muddy haze of people moving through the festival. He handed her a hairbrush with shaking hands and she forced a smile. “Is this her hair?” she asked. He nodded. She took strands of hair from the hairbrush and sewed it to a voodoo doll. She stuck the center of it’s stomach with a pin. “Here” she said, handing him the doll. Nadia was wearing a dusty dress that she found in the back of her closet. She did not feel charmed by the friendly atmosphere tonight. There was anxiety about being alone but she reminded herself that she had to learn to hold her own hand, and to find security within herself. She flipped the sign hanging on her booth to the side that said “closed”. She put a cigarette in her mouth and lifted the heavy box of her things, walking quickly to her car. Her grip loosened and the box slipped through her fingers. Soil, pendulums, candles, lavender, salts and voodoo dolls spilled onto the street.The crowed moved around her, avoiding the mess she had just made. She knelt down onto the warm pavement and began to put back the broken pieces into the box.
Rafia was on her way to the festival, quite quickly too. A cop stopped her for driving too fast, but she managed to manipulate the old man into ignoring it. Manipulating people was so much fun for Rafia, it could've been a drug if it drained anything more than her hourly limit of ability usage, but Rafia didn't care much. She could handle things quite fine without the help of her demonic powers, or atleast so she would consider. The demon hasn't ever yet had the fun of an actual physical fight, not even when she drained the poor boys who wandered into her spider web, in fact, she manipulated them into giving themselves to her willingly, and she'd either walk away clean or with cold blood on her hands, but it didn't matter, the police would never be able to track her down anyway.
She heard her phone buzz, she was hoping it would be Ciaran, but it could also be Maya, which wasn't too bad since the Witch might've actually been nice this time and gotten Rafia's wallet. The traffic light turned red, and she slowed her car down just as she approached the "Stop" on the road. She reached into her purse and started digging in a hurry, untill she latched onto her phone with her nails and finger tips, then swiftly pulled it out.
2 Unread Messages
'Just my luck, might be both of them' she thought as she unlocked her phone using her Mega-Secret-Pin-Code which Ciaran might've known from all the times she let him borrow her phone, which made the pin code a little less secret. As soon as she hit the '2 Unread Messages' on the top of her screen, the traffic light turned green and there was a row of cars behind her, most likely people who were hurrying to the Festival while all the tickets to the fun rides were still available. One of Rafia's favorite puns for that was ' I am the fun ride', but no one would actually know that. Or would they?
There was now only a five minute ride untill she reached the festival, so there was no use in bothering to reply untill she got out of the car. As she was getting closer, she could see families walking down the sidewalk towards the park, all wearing festive summer dresses, and some kids even wore costumes. It always confused her: Why did such a small thing like a Summer festival mean so much to a Human? Infact, didn't they celebrate those almost every month, or atleast every Season? But she managed to answer that question herself, Teraton had to stand out somehow, maybe it was it's way of saying "Hey, we're different!"
She got out of her car, parking it just a few houses down the street which lead to the festival. She locked the Jeep and began walking towards the fun, finally being able to reply to the text messages. First, she opened the one from Maya.
To: Rafia
I brought it for you. I'm already at the festival so just call or something when you get here.
From: Maya
I brought it for you. I'm already at the festival so just call or something when you get here.
From: Maya
Rafia snickered silently to herself as she read that. She appreciated how much the Witch did for her, especially since the two almost hated eachother, but she truly appreciated that Maya would still do that for her. There were moments when Rafia and Maya were actually nice to eachother, gave good advice, but that wasn't as often as the two of them had wished. Infact, Rafia never knew why she was so mean to Maya, perhaps it was her fear of getting close to people, even friend-wise. She nodded slowly and started typing:
To: Maya
I'll be there in a few minutes. Where are you?
And BTW, thanks. (;
From: Rafia
I'll be there in a few minutes. Where are you?
And BTW, thanks. (;
From: Rafia
Then she checked the other message. It made her content to see that it was from Ciaran. She loved talking to the boy. He was her best friend, like, an actual friend. She sometimes felt bad whenever she was mildly mean to him, but she had to keep things in line, she could't risk 'humanity' infecting her with this thing called "Love." What was love? Rafia didn't know, she didn't want to find out. She's heard people say it was scary and a waste of time. Finishing her trail of thought, she began typing swiftly.
To: Ciaran
You're such a charmer. I'd apologize for making you wait, but you know I'll make it worth your while anyway. *;
From: Rafia
You're such a charmer. I'd apologize for making you wait, but you know I'll make it worth your while anyway. *;
From: Rafia
Cj grins at Jem, exiting with him. "Can we do them all?" He chuckles, holding the door for two girls who look about their age, and then continuing with Jem. His comment about Skye draws a nod from Cj, his eyes looking over his best friends face for the usual glint he gets when speaking about the young faerie. He nodded again, his phone vibrating. Pulling it out, he turned at the end of the road, signaling Jem to follow. "Where is she now," he questions, banging out the texts he had gotten.
To: Maya
Heading over now. For sure, I'm with Jem. Find us?
From: Cj
To: Mel
Then I will definitely be nice. When are ya working till?
From: Cj
To: Belinda
I'm down. Let me know when you wanna meet up :)
From: CJ
After sending the texts, he pocketed his phone, turning his whole attention to his best friend. If he was being honest, which he generally was, he missed hanging out with Jem. Sure, they hung out a lot, but it seemed any time they were together now a days, Skye or another girl showed up, which was totally fine, but they hadn't hung out just them two in a while. He shrugged off the thought, pulling his hand up to run it through his hair. They were walking somewhere, and Cj had to put all of his mind into keeping on track, wanting to move and touch everything on any side of them. The food, the people, the loud music. It was all so distracting. His head bounced around, but he was able to keep walking with Jem. Hopefully Jem didn't notice the slight change in his attitude; they'd amped up his meds. But then again, Cj was always this bouncy.
Jae doesn't even know how long she was just standing there. She would take sips of her cool water. Sometimes wave and smile at those who recognized her. She even talked to one of the guys running the stand she was next to. Jae found out his name was Dustin. What a nice name to have isn't it? When her phone buzzed to life with a message on the screen. Jae smiled and put her bottle in between her legs. She shivered. It was freaking cold She dotted in four numbers and her phone unlocked to show her the message she received from she guessed was Mel.
To: Jae
From: Mel
Oh, love, I'm blushing. I trust you'll wait for me. For a few minutes. Or an hour. I'll get there eventually
Jae smiled and shook her head. It was a typical thing Mel thing. Quickly she wrote a reply.
To: Mel
From: Jae
I'll be here..ish. I'll mostly will be wandering around. Let's hope I don't get caught XD
Jae pushed send and pocketed her phone. She picked up her water and chugged the rest of it. She made sure that every last drop was gone before she tossed it in a nearby recycling bin. "What to do, what to do." Jae thought a loud. Just for added effect she tapped at her chin. There was a Ferris Wheel but it's sooooo sloooowwww! So that was definitely a no no. "Looks like I have to win myself a teddy bear and a stuffed lion." Jae declared with a look of determination clear on her face. Jae looked around. She was near all the food and drink stands so didn't see any games. That only means one thing walking. DUH DUH DUUUHHHHHHH!
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"C'mon man that's not fair. I got one of them down. That counts for something right!" Jae protested pointing at the last standing metal milk can. The man shook his head and chuckled. This was Jae's fifth attempt and she was not going to leave until she got the blue panda. Once again the man set up the bottles stacking two on three. He handed her two balls and Jae took them eagerly. She looked at her target, threw her hand back and catapulted the ball. It hit the top two nicely and Jae smiled in triumph. But the game was not over. Jae took in a breath and closed her eyes. If anyone where to look at her they would think she was training for the Olympics or something. Jae opened up her brown orbs and threw the ball. The world seemed to stop as the ball flung towards the three bottles.
"Are you kidding me! I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! Jae cried in anger. It only hit two leaving once again, one. Jae groaned and crossed her arms over her chest in frustration. This was a sign to steer clear. 'This game is rigged." She huffed. The man just snickered at her.
To: Jae
From: Mel
Oh, love, I'm blushing. I trust you'll wait for me. For a few minutes. Or an hour. I'll get there eventually
Jae smiled and shook her head. It was a typical thing Mel thing. Quickly she wrote a reply.
To: Mel
From: Jae
I'll be here..ish. I'll mostly will be wandering around. Let's hope I don't get caught XD
Jae pushed send and pocketed her phone. She picked up her water and chugged the rest of it. She made sure that every last drop was gone before she tossed it in a nearby recycling bin. "What to do, what to do." Jae thought a loud. Just for added effect she tapped at her chin. There was a Ferris Wheel but it's sooooo sloooowwww! So that was definitely a no no. "Looks like I have to win myself a teddy bear and a stuffed lion." Jae declared with a look of determination clear on her face. Jae looked around. She was near all the food and drink stands so didn't see any games. That only means one thing walking. DUH DUH DUUUHHHHHHH!
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"C'mon man that's not fair. I got one of them down. That counts for something right!" Jae protested pointing at the last standing metal milk can. The man shook his head and chuckled. This was Jae's fifth attempt and she was not going to leave until she got the blue panda. Once again the man set up the bottles stacking two on three. He handed her two balls and Jae took them eagerly. She looked at her target, threw her hand back and catapulted the ball. It hit the top two nicely and Jae smiled in triumph. But the game was not over. Jae took in a breath and closed her eyes. If anyone where to look at her they would think she was training for the Olympics or something. Jae opened up her brown orbs and threw the ball. The world seemed to stop as the ball flung towards the three bottles.
"Are you kidding me! I CAN"T BELIEVE IT! Jae cried in anger. It only hit two leaving once again, one. Jae groaned and crossed her arms over her chest in frustration. This was a sign to steer clear. 'This game is rigged." She huffed. The man just snickered at her.
Noah watched the musical duo as they entered an instrumental portion of their act, the guitarist picking notes as naturally as easily as someone else might walk down the street. Noah, a decent guitarist himself, watched with interest. It was only when he felt a shift in the surroundings that he looked up to find Lydia Fatebane coming towards him.
"The hell is that smug look on your face for?" She asked, her own face almost revealing its own smile. Noah shrugged, letting his face settle down into a more neutral appearance.
"I liked the music." He added, although that was all he felt he needed to explain. Noah wasn't much for talking and thankfully he felt that he didn't have to explain himself fully to Lydia. The other demon was much easier to get along with than many of the town's other residents. Lydia turned and joined him, her eyes glancing at the group in front of the two demons. "I have no idea why everyone in this town is dancing and selling things and being happy all of a sudden, but whatever the reason, it's making me nervous." She said, obviously the summer festival was not for her. Noah, once again, shrugged in response. He didn't know either why the festival caused such high spirits. Sure, the music was nice, but there were too many people around for Noah to be completely at ease. You would never see him dancing in the middle of the crowd or grinning with delight at some item being sold.
"Perhaps they just like the excuse to let loose?" He suggested. Noah himself had always avoided the festival in the past, or when he had been forced to attend he had always made sure to avoid the most popular streets. Now his ears could pick up the distant beats of club music and he was sure that if he rounded the corner in search of it, he would find groups of revellers dancing to the loud music. That people liked that kind of music and actually danced to it, in public was something that left Noah confused. "Or perhaps they just like to make a show of themselves." Noah added, picturing the mass of people who would be dancing to the club music.
"But what brings you out tonight?" Noah asked, turning his eyes towards Lydia. If it was rare to find Noah at the festival it would be even rarer to find Lydia. Together they must make quite a sight, after all neither demon is particularly sociable or known for their love of large crowds and people. The Summer Festival seems like the last place to find them, yet for some reason Noah was still there. Although once this band ended their set he doubted how long he would stay. Large crowds made him uncomfortable and the Summer Solstice Festival always guaranteed the largest.
While Noah was contemplating his dislike of large crowds and dancing enthusiasts, Skye was thriving off it. Technically she was meant to be searching for Mel, and any other friend that she might come across, but the Spring Faerie was finding it hard to stay focused on any one particular thing. With her soft toy bear, the prize from one of the stall games, she had set off through the crowds to find Mel. It had only taken five minutes before her eyes caught sight of some distraction or another which inevitably delayed her from her search. She had yet to actually make it out of the Witches' lane, all their goods were too interesting to bypass without a quick look. She passed the stall run by Jem's family, but on not seeing her friend there she didn't dally, although her eyes did catch on a number of items for sale. Thankfully the buzzing of her phone saved her from completely losing track of time and from spending all her money.
To: Skye
From: Mel
Maybe near the Ferris wheel. Stay tuned.
From: Mel
Maybe near the Ferris wheel. Stay tuned.
Turning on her heel she headed back the way she had come, towards the Ferris wheel. This was a dangerous route to come, back through all the tempting goodies that were on offer. Luckily she was able to show a bit more restraint since she had already inspected most of the items. However this route also took her back passed the games where she saw one of her friends struggling to conquer a bottle throwing game. Or rather she heard Jae angrily shouting at the stall operator before she saw him. It wasn't the same game that Skye had recently so successfully beaten, but it was similar. Skye could understand Jae's irritation. Skye paused and quickly sent Mel a reply message:
To: Mel
From: Skye
Keep me posted. I'm just helping a mutual friend beat the 'man'.
From: Skye
Keep me posted. I'm just helping a mutual friend beat the 'man'.
It was just like Skye to send a vague message like that. She could and was direct fairly often, but she also liked to play with words. It came from being a faerie, she couldn't tell lies so she liked to play with truths. Putting her phone away she skipped up beside Jae.
"Give it another go." Skye said, flashing Jae a friendly smile and giving her a wink when the man wasn't looking, "I'm sure this time you'll win a prize.' Skye patted the head of her own toy bear prize, everyone deserved to win a soft toy in a festival game at least once in their lives. Skye grinned, and if she had to help Jae do that by creating an illusion of the milk bottles disappearing, well she was more than happy too. That was the curious thing about Skye, she wasn't against breaking the rules or tricking others, but she absolutely detested liars. Many people would consider a lot of Skye's actions as similar to lying, after all she was known to deceive people by omitting truths and using illusions to confuse them. But Skye didn't see it in the same light. As long as she didn't outright lie to people she could live with herself, and quite happily.
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"Alone is what protects me."
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I am the son of fire and ice- but, well, more fire than ice, I suppose.
Victor Samil
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This hyena isn't laughing
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