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An unlikely group of seniors suddenly find themselves in the middle of an all out supernatural war in their quiet town of Beaumont Hills.

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Beaumont Hills, California. The sleepy mountain town where nothing much really happens aside from the odd murder, animal attack, unexplained supernatural phenomenon. What the residents of this small town don’t know is that their home is the base of an ancient supernatural power. laying in the center of Beaumont Hills preserve is holy land, a place of power, ancient forms of magic and supernatural energy. To druids, this place is known as the nemeton and at the heart of it lies a white oak tree, growing ever strong from the sacrifices, rituals and offerings awarded to the land it grows from over time. There is a thickness in the air, the literal supernatural power that breeds within this place. For thousands of years it has called to the supernatural, beckoning them to this place.

Thousands of years pass and still, the power of the nemeton is unyielding, drawing in creatures, beings and beasts to the small sleepy town, But there is something amiss, for those who venture into town, seeking the abundance of magical gifts of the nemeton, they are bound to it, unable to leave the county limits.

The Power of the nemeton is overwhelming, seemingly forcing unsuspecting humankind into trance like states and asking for offerings, offerings which sometimes bring the unexpected. The dead have been brought back to life, each one crawling out of the earth in the preserve wondering how the fuck they got there. The unbalance in the universe causing misfortune and death throughout the town.

For the moment, the residents of Beaumont Hills are trying to break the binding spell over the town, but they have no clue as to how to do it, or who cast it in the first place. The more supernaturals that enter, the more dangerous the town has become. Hunters, Watchers and Slayers have been called to arms, summoned by those who call the town home. There is a battle brewing with war at the helm, and his fingers clutched white around it.

An unlikely group of seniors; some friends, old lovers, enemies, suddenly find themselves in the middle of it all. It seems they must put their differences aside to save their beloved home - and graduate alive.



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001. The Alpha
Turned his freshman year of high school Liam feels as if he finally has taken back control over his life. He is graduating with his best friend, and has caught the attention of his childhood crush, now if he could just survive his senior year.
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002. The Human
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Image003. The Werecoyote
Riley has only just moved to Beaumont Hills, California last year, and is a bit of a loner and tries to keep to herself. She was turned only two years ago, still struggling with the fact that she was turned, she and her older sister decided on moving halfway across the country as a way to escape and try to blend in a new town with new people. She is now in her senior year of high school in Beaumont Hills, and is still trying to come to terms with who or more precisely what she is now, as she is still rather new to the whole supernatural thing.
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004. The Banshee
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005. The Kitsune
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006. The Druid
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007. The Kanima
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Reagan Venandi, of whose last name translates into 'Hunter,' has lived in Beaumont all her life. She was an average girl that shuffled quietly from class to class without notice until a series of unexplainable deaths and events led her down a strange path. After the death of her father at the beginning of her junior year, her mother introduced her to the supernatural world and trained her to uphold their family duty. Now she's a senior with a vengeance and deadly aim.
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hello, thank you for your interest in my little supernatural/teen wolf inspired plot! I'm going to keep this short and sweet (bc I don't have too much to say n' I don't want to bore you away). All site rules apply, and above all else, be kind. As you can see there are only eight roles, and I have already taken one. I plan on this being a very close-knit roleplay, full of literate, experienced writers. If all roles fill up, I will be open to adding more! Take that into consideration before reserving. PLEASE take a look at the species ooc before reserving to solidify your reservation because, it plays a large role into the temperament of the character itself. The hunter & human are more self-explanatory so I left them out. This will be super character-driven and will rely on the relations between the characters, but I do have a solid plot in mind that will unravel itself as time goes on. This is for sure a mature roleplay: blood, guts, drugs, alcohol, sex so please keep that in mind before reserving. When you reserve, please include a small character bio (you can look at 001. Alpha for inspiration) as well as your faceclaim and hex. Feel free to leave a 268x150 gif, but if you can't find one I will find one for you. (Character ages should be 17-19) I believe that's it for now! Thanks.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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"Hey, earth-to-Olivia" Liam spoke waving his hand in front of his best friend's dazed gaze. The two had only arrived at their Fall Homecoming Formal, appropriately named 'Fright Night'. Leave it up to Beamount for the creepy themes. Liam had to admit however, student council really went all out with the theme- the gym actually looked pretty cool all decked with pumpkins, lights, graves, even the food was themed. Unfortunately, the pounding bass from the speakers in the gym was starting to give him a slight headache. Not to mention the strong smell of sweaty teenagers and too much cologne. Yeesh. Liam turned back to his 'date' if he'd even call it that. Olivia and him had been an unlikely duo since their freshman year. Attached at the hip if you will. Liv understood him like nobody else did and for that he kept her close, protected. As much as she hated it. They had made a pact the summer after their Freshman year that if they were too chicken to ask someone else to the dance they'd go with each other. This was their third dance.

Olivia was definitely spaced out. She didn't finally snap to until Liam's hand wove in front of her face. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry it’s just-” Her gaze fell to the floor for a small moment. Something wasn’t right, at first she tried to sum it up as that she ate something wrong or her shoes were too tight. But there was always something different about her feelings when they were related to her banshee heritage. They lingered, and were more of a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. “Something’s not right Lee”. If she was being honest with herself, something had been very wrong in Beaumont for a couple of weeks. Liv had been hearing voices nearly everywhere she went and last week set off her house alarm from sleep walking. On edge had definitely been a kinder term to describe her temperament.

Liam placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Like Olivia not right, or Banshee not right?” He spoke, feeling his wolf-side begin to stir at the thought of any possible danger. “Banshee” Her voice barely came out above a whisper. Liam’s stomach dropped, he had known by know that when Olivia felt something wrong - something was most definitely wrong. Her Banshee senses took a lot of getting used to, and still freaked him out a little. Granted, he could turn into a terrifying wolf at will - but it was Beamount. Who didn't have some freakishness to them?

He scanned the dance floor for anything out of place, but noticed nothing more than Mr. Jacobsi flirt with Ms. Binns at the punch station. Liam turned back to his best friend, trying to soften his eyes and offered her a comforting smile. “Hey, listen it’s probably nothing alright? Remember that time you called me saying you saw me in flames and I just left the toast in a little too long? Not to mention looking at all these sweaty, horny, teenagers is making me feel a little nauseous” He grinned when he got Liv to giggle a little. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Well we might as well try to act somewhat normal right? Care to dance?” Olivia said holding out her hand as she gean to do her embarrassing shimmy that had annoyed Liam since freshman year. She grinned when he rolled his eyes reluctantly but placed his hand in hers. With that she dragged the both of them to the dance floor.

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No one had asked her if she wanted to go to the dance. Yet, her mother was insistent on remaining as typical of a teenager as she possibly could. Only, Reagan was not a typical teenage girl. The thought of the high school fall dance was dizzying, and as her mother applied her make-up, she wondered how the world could move on and she was still stuck in that closet, watching her father being mauled to death by a werewolf.

How could anyone be sane knowing what she knows now?

None of that mattered because her teachers told her to go, that this would be good for her. Her counselor insisted that she try to make friends again as if she had any to begin with. The lacrosse team coach thought that maybe taking on tutoring again will get her mind off of things, but Reagan knew that was just his way of saying his team was comprised of a bunch of academical idiots, and he needed her assistance.

There were little moments of understanding, like when she was with Brook's grandmother trying to get a handle on this new path. In fact, Brook was probably the only one still on the team retaining some semblance of a good grade, and that was just because she needed him, too. Maybe not him directly, but his grandmother who could help make the world make sense again. Her family was a fanatical group of hunters, and the death of her father has only emboldened them to step their A-game back up. At the helm of this conquest is her mother, and at her side - well, it is Reagan. A teenager was hardly capable of making her own life decisions in a normal world, let alone in one that was rife with the unexplained and supernatural.

None of that mattered, did it? She was at the dance, staring through the doorway with her clutch in two hands at the lap of her dress. Her jaw tensed, and she walked in with a cautious slowness that could only be described as a panicking fear that began to settle in the pit of her stomach. A few of the students turned to stare at her, but they soon went back to their business. Others were passing by, entering late, or leaving to do less PG-rated things. There was Liam with his best pal out on the dancefloor, but she didn't have much interest in either of them. Besides, something was telling her to be more wary of him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was there.

Fright night, she thought to herself, as the urge to turn away screamed at her. There were the faux tombstones and graves, the comically frightening decor that seemed to poke fun at the monsters and death that actually plagued this town. She didn't know how long she had been standing there - seconds, minutes, but the hold on her clutch had become deathly, and her stare blank like a doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

This whole thing was a bad idea, and she turned away to leave. It was wrong of her to be here. She should be with her mother since activity in the Venandi family had begun to be picked up in the recent days strangely. They were out and about, and she was here - trying to go to a Fall dance with a horrifically ironic theme to it. There was no one here she wanted to see, and no one that wanted to see her. Except for Brook, and he was a little annoying.

Her heels clicked noisily down the school corridor as she made for its exit.

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"You ready, Ry?" a voice came from behind the other side of the door of the girl's room. Silence filled the room for a few moments until the door opened the face of Riley, who had a rather unamused and annoyed look on her face. "Does it look like I'm ready for this?" she questioned as she was still in her normal clothing, which was black sweatpants, a plain graphic t-shirt, and baggy pullover hoodie. The Highschool's Homecoming dance was something Riley hadn't been anticipating or really wanting to attend, especially with her being an introvert on top of not wanting to go out and be by herself surrounded by people that knew each other and were friends or were in relationships. She'd feel out of place and wouldn't want to be around people like that longer than she'd really have to.

"Why aren't you ready yet? You have to be there in ten minutes!" her older sister exclaimed as she walked over to the closet and looked through the clothes, trying to find something last minute that she could wear. "Ready for what? A homecoming dance full of horny teens that will be getting drunk and more than likely hooking up after or even during the dance? I'd rather not be the only one standing out and feeling awkward the whole time, El." she retorted as she sat on the bed, looking at her sister who was still looking through the closet for something, anything at this point. "I got it!" Ellen exclaimed as she pulled out a jacket and pants from the closet, holding them up to her. "You really want me to go dressed like that?" Riley questioned, as Ellen had been trying to get her to wear dresses or something more feminine for the past three weeks for this.

Ellen turned back and looked at her after setting the clothes on the bed, arms crossed as she looked at Riley, "Well if you didn't delay this for so long as well as put down every other outfit I suggested, you would have had something much nicer than this. But it'll have to do. Hurry up and get dressed and ready, you have like five minutes now or you'll be late." Ellen insisted as she pushed the clothing into Riley's arms and pushed her into the bathroom to change and get ready. A few short minutes later and Riley exited the bathroom, dressed in the outfit Ellen picked out, with a rather annoyed look on her face, "Do I really have to go to this thing? No one would even notice I wasn't there, nor would anyone be saddened by it, El." she insisted, simply trying to weasel her way out of going. It was true though, she didn't really have many friends, if any really, and she didn't think they'd even notice if she didn't show up to it, as she was new and a loner for the most part.

Riley had attended a few festivities that the school put on since she first attended the school the year prior, but she hadn't really had any fun or even felt like she belonged there. Ellen simply nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead and a gentle hug, "You'll have fun, you deserve to go out and be a normal kid.." she said softly as she stood back and looked at her sister with a small smile, Riley only sighed as she gathered her things, "Kind of hard to be normal when you're me and you can turn into a fucking monster...But I'll try to have a good time, just don't be surprised if I come back early.." she muttered as she walked passed her sister and out of her room, grabbing her keys and other things as she made her way out of the house. They lived in the northern side of town, far away from people and the more populated part of town, towards the forest and woods, as a way of keeping them out of the public eye, as well as Ellen having a good amount of money to get a nice place as they had. It was a score of a house and was easily affordable for her as she had a good job and they managed to get it for a good price. Riley had finally made it to the school, and by the time she checked her watch she was very late, easily about half an hour late to be exact. That's one way to make a grand entrance, being extraordinarily late, way to go, Riles, she thought to herself.

Riley had quickly made her way into the school after showing her Student ID and Homecoming ticket to the ushers as the school had an astounding amount of security guards on the property tonight, not surprising with things going a miss. Riley more or less found herself running down a few hallways and rooms making her way to the gym for where the dance was being held, turning a sharp corner after she slowed her pace down she found herself bumping into something or someone. Normally she would have sensed someone coming around the corner, but with her mind being busy with other things her senses were rather dulled down than what they normally would be. She finally looked up to see who she had walked into, and it turned out to be a somewhat familiar face.

Riley couldn't remember what her name was, but her face was all too familiar. She could tell she was human, from the smell alone and the overall sense she got from the girl, but something felt off and she wasn't sure what it was. Just something about her radiated a stronger presence than others. Riley shook it off as clearly being paranoid and anxious, she was just a girl. That's it. She shook her head and gave her a small smile and awkward chuckle as she looked up at her, "S-sorry, my bad." she stuttered, not meaning for it to come out as such a jumbled mess.

She shook her head again, subconsciously slapping herself in the face, "Look, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, it's entirely my fault. And are you leaving already? I thought the dance just started?" she said with a bit of a coy smile and chuckle, "How about this, I make it up to you for getting you a drink or whatever else you want? A way of saying sorry for the inconvenience I caused, sound fair?" she questioned, her offer and apology were genuine, as Riley didn't like walking into other people or causing awkward situations to arise. She honestly felt bad and was trying her best to make it up to the girl she had awkwardly bumped into. "Name's Riley by the way, I don't think I ever caught what yours was? I'm new and trying to get to remember as many names as I can."

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It was obvious Brook wasn’t someone who was comfortable all dressed up. He had no idea who the original owner of his suit was, he’d gotten it from his older brother, Lake’s cupboard, and how it’d found its way in there Brook will never know since Lake spends most his life in flannelette. Either way, it clearly hadn’t been meant for Brook, the fit was all wrong, baggy in some areas and tight in others.

And if you took away the suit, you couldn’t really consider Brook all that dressed up. His hair was uncombed, the suit pants were creased, his shirt was only half tucked in, and his tie sat haphazardly as he’d given up after the third attempt. Not to mention the bits of white paint coating his hands after helping paint up the old shed that afternoon. He’d gotten the bulk of it off his face and hair, but there was still the occasional speck that he’d missed.

Brook grinned as he spotted Liam and Liv on the dancefloor. He’d started on beer with his brothers that afternoon and had already worked up quite a buzz by the time he arrived, so he was feeling cheery as he moved through the packed house towards the pair. “Lee-mur!” He boomed to his best friend, throwing a rough arm around both Liam and Olivia’s necks.

School dances these days always tended to end up the three of them, of course, Brook refused to feel like a third wheel, he’d known Liam longer and so he was certain that if anyone should feel like a third wheel it was Olivia.

See, when it came to school dances, Liam and Olivia always took each other, the Siamese twins that they were. And, well, Brook had learned to stop asking girls to dances because he had a track record of being a fucking awful date. One year he thought he’d hedge his bets by asking a few girls, on the night of the dance neither Lisa nor Ella were happy to they’d be sharing a date. Another time he’d completely forgotten he even had a date to pick up, it wasn’t until the third last song he remembered her, needless to say she hadn’t wanted to make it back by the last song. The final straw had been when he’d accidentally kissed his date’s twin sister. Nora did eventually forgive him, admitting that it had been dark, but by then he sworn off taking dates to dances.

Brook still had his arms locked around his friends’ necks when he spotted Reagan. He sighed bumping his head against Liv’s, “How is it possible that’s she’s made herself even hotter?” Both Liam and Olivia knew of his moony eyed crush on the girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day, he’d never really made an effort to hide it. If he thought there was any chance in hell that she would’ve said yes, he would have asked her to the dance. She was stunning in her dress, and Brook wished he was closer with Riley so he could break into their conversation.

Releasing his friends, he stepped back with bashful smile, “Not that you two don’t look great.” He smiled playfully at Liam and slapped him across the back, “Sharp tux. Great hair.” Then he looked to Olivia and took in her outfit, for a persistent nag she looked hot. “Is it too late to switch and be my pity date? I could use the ego boost.” That was the truth of it too, he’d ego had taken a beating today when he’d tried jumping off the roof onto their old trampoline, only for the rusted springs to break. His right shoulder was painted with black and blue bruises, he only hoped Liv wouldn’t find out or he’d never hear the end of it.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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xTommy did not want to be here. Drinking cheap tequilla behind someone's truck was better than doing nothing on Friday night, but listening to the lacrosse team talking about the hot babes wasn't exactly stimulating conversation. The tequilla had no effect, but the burn distracted him from listening.

Tommy didn't plan on going to this dumb dance in the first place. He was content to continue investigating the secrets of Beaumont Hills, but when his foster father, Harrison, pulled out an old suit and explained how they wanted to him to have a high school experience, despite only being at their home for two weeks, it wasn't like he could refuse. Tommy tried, but when Harrison also mentioned he was the police escort for the dance, it only made it harder to say no. The officer wasn't too much of a stickler for underage drinking so he was willing to turn a blind eye to Tommy and his group's indiscretions.

"Hey Jackson! A bunch of us are going to head to that old haunted place by woods after this. You down?" Max, one of the small-brained members of the team, asked. Tommy took a drink of his glass then smirked. "On Fright Night? Careful the monsters of Beaumont Hills will be out to get you. OoooOoooo." His cheap imitation of a ghost gave the group a laugh as he pretended to haunt Max. If only they knew of the creature with them right now. The beefy guy pushed him off before joining in. "Now can we go inside? We paid for these tickets and I'm not hanging out in parking lot the whole time."

The group followed him like normal. He was the leader of the pack, although he didn't know why the guys decided to follow him. It was a sight to see, watching all of them enter at once. It would've been intimdating if the leader wasn't the new class clown, the very everyone described as the new hot guy too. Tommy at the center, looked different than normal. While he was never unattractive at school, it's only amplified by his crisp black suit and his hair was styled instead of his messy waves.

He surveyed the area and noticed many familiar faces. His best friend Liam was there along with his usual trio. His eyes stayed on Olivia however. If he had arrived earlier to the school, Tommy might've asked her to the dance. A few of the guys mentioned she always went with Liam which would've pushed him to ask, but he didn't think he'd be here. He'll grab her for a dance later. Tommy made sure to wave at the trio, sarcastically before sending a wink to Olivia. Riley and Reagan also caught his eyes. A possible friend and an unknowing enemy was only slightly appealing. He noticed Peter wasn't there though. He'd text his sidekick later if he was bailing on him for tonight.

Guess it's the loner and the hunter tonight. He left his group, saying something about making his rounds. From what his super ears overheard, the two had bumped into each other prior. "Is it R right I join the R's? T is pretty close if you think about it." It was a dumb pun, but Tommy had a feeling it would work. "Any of you care to dance or are we hugging the wall tonight?"

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She was minding her own business, yet also not very attentive to her surroundings. Her heart pounded in her chest - beating like rapid butterfly wings as that weird feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. Having watched Liam there on the dance floor, then seeing all the decor, it made her feel strange. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something wasn't right. Something wasn't right about any of this; not the school, not certain students, not this town. She had been drowning deep in her thoughts with that hurried pace, so when someone bumped into her - or perhaps she into them - it was of no surprise.

As Riley collided with her, Reagan's fingers loosen their grasp over her clutch. It dropped to the floor, and the hunter simply closed her eyes to breathe for a second. When they open, she dragged them to the figure that would soon greet them and notices that it is one of the girls she knows from a few classes. A sigh of relief slipped from her lips and she put on a smile.

"S-sorry, my bad," she stuttered, and Reagan began to feel a little guilty. Who knows with whom the fault truly laid regarding this collision? Neither of them paid attention, and they were both in somewhat of a hurry - one to leave and the other to arrive. The latter fashionably late, and when she looked over the outfit it brought yet another friendly curve to her lips.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm sure that I probably bumped into you, or we can just say we both bumped into each other. That way we are both totally absolved of all blame," she proposed as she bent down to pluck the fell clutch from the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, it's entirely my fault. And are you leaving already? I thought the dance just started?" Reagan had been caught trying to vacate the dance early, and now it would seem that leaving is no longer an option. However, could it be so bad? If she had a friend with her, then maybe she could distract from all the thoughts that certain faces conjure.

"Oh, I was going to go powder my nose," she lied, making up the most ridiculously girly thing that a teenager could to get out of other explanations. Of course, the Werecoyote could probably hear the irregular rhythm of her heart during that tidbit of dishonesty.

Riley continued, "How about this, I make it up to you for getting you a drink or whatever else you want? A way of saying sorry for the inconvenience I caused, sound fair?"

Reagan smiled wide at that and then offered the girl a grin that could only be a playful coyness, "By all means, let's. I didn't have a date tonight, so, since we are blaming you for this - you are going to have at least one dance with me. I hope you know how." She held her arm out, expecting Riley to oblige her by offering an arm for Reagan to hook her own through.

"Name's Riley by the way, I don't think I ever caught what yours was? I'm new and trying to get to remember as many names as I can."

"Reagan. I think we have a couple of classes together," she replied while they walked back to the gymnasium for that dance.

As soon as she stepped back in, Thomas was on the approach. God, he was so hot. Goofy, but hot. How on earth can this guy be here and the only person that might have asked her to the dance would have been Brook. Look at Brook - he was a walking disaster. Look at Tommy - put together. Life was unfair. "Thomas, looking sharp as always. Take Riley - she told me she has all the moves,” she offered the girl up as tribute to dance with him. She leaned toward her and whispered. "He's cute, so you should dance with him. I have to go fix Brook so we can take a picture together.”

She always noticed Brook because he stuck out just as tidy as ever. That was sarcasm. She could have had a date tonight with him, but he wasn’t worth it. She remembered hoping that maybe, maybe after all of the tutoring before her father died, that he would have asked her to a dance or two. But she had never been his type, and she was very sore that she was his type now. If he wasn’t decent to her, she’d have cast him out of her life like she did with all of the others. However, as annoyed as she was by him, she had difficulties keeping her distance.

He also needed her to help him not look like a hot piece of garbage. She left Riley and Thomas, came up behind Brook, grabbed his arm by the bicep, and turned him to face her. She just popped a quick and uneasy smile off for Liam and Liv, but Liam made her feel… strange. She didn’t want to really engage him. She had the perfect excuse to distance herself.

"You’re so embarrassing,” she whispered harshly at him as she rose to the tips of her toes and pushed down on his shoulders so he could hunch over a little to smooth out his hair. Then she helped him tuck things in. Yes, even into his pants. There was no real reason to be ashamed about making these adjustments because he was one of many boys in his family, and as much as she wished he would go away sometimes, she was here to give him that feminine touch. She didn't mind the paint chips. That just came with the package. She was sure his grandma would thank her when he could take a decent picture at the fall dance. "We are going to take a picture together later for your grandma, but I am not going to stand next to a slob,” she scolded Brook whisperingly. Not that anyone looking that knew them were oblivious to their strange friendship. Especially since it seemed to have flip-flopped from her crushing on him without his caring, to him crushing on Reagan without her feeling the same. To his knowledge, at least. Brook has always been attractive to her, but he didn't make an effort to be anything more than friends.

After a few moments of bickering with his clothing, she looked up at him - still close while she flattened the collar of his jacket. "No date tonight, I take it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering your type of girl and your level of-” Reagan stopped there, not wanting to call him forgetful, but he knew.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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Riley silently listened as the girl who's name was Reagan talked. Right, that's what her name was, she remembered it began with an R, just couldn't remember the full name. She did remember faces and voices better than names, maybe due to her supernatural side? She wasn't sure, but as Reagan spoke, Riley picked up on a few nuances. They were slight, but with a trained eye and knowing how to read people, it was obvious she was lying. Riley didn't need to be able to hear her heartbeat increase and beat rapidly in her chest to know she was lying, the pounding in her head was enough of a sign. She may have been one of the worst people when it came to social interaction, but her ability to read people even without the use of her supernatural abilities was a plus. She simply smiled and nodded as Reagan and her conversed, thankful that the former wasn't angry that Riley had accidentally bumped into her, even insisting it was both of their faults if they were being honest.

If anything, Riley had to be honest, it was more so her fault for not keeping an eye out. A small shadow of a smile creased her lips when Reagan initially agreed to the offer allowing her to do whatever she wanted in terms of a few drinks or whatever she may have wanted, within reasonable limits of course. She was actually surprised that Reagan had come to the dance alone, but so did she as she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of people either. Riley awkwardly and carefully took the other girl's arm and began to walk until a familiar enough voice sounded behind them. It was Thomas, one of the lacrosse team members, and somewhat of a friend of Riley's, if one could even really call it that. He was nice enough to her and so she returned the favor of not entirely shutting him down as she otherwise normally would. And it didn't hurt that he was one of the most popular kids in their school as well as rather good-looking if she was to be honest, even if she personally wasn't really attracted to him, or anyone for that matter, except for a few students. But that wasn't the point.

Riley silently rolled her eyes and gave a playful sigh as he made a pun out of their names, as well as his way of asking if he could join them for a while, as well as a possible dance. She was about to speak until Reagan pawned her off onto him, insisting she was able to dance, well at that on top of it. All she was able to do was give Reagan the thousand-mile glare as she watched her walk away to go see some of her other supposed friends. Awkwardly she turned back to Thomas with a small chuckle as she bit her bottom lip, "H-hey, Tommy." she said with a small smile and chuckle. Looking away for a moment as she took a long sigh, she was there for a dance, so why not dance at least once with a friend?

"Anyway, why don't we show these posers up, eh? The best couple to dance the worst wins?" she asked with a mischievous grin as she outstretched her hand to offer him to dance.

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ImagePeter wanted to believe that this night couldn't possibly get any worse. But with his luck it truly was only getting started. For one, his date, Amanda Kyle, hadn't bothered to show. She was rather quiet and plain but PJ liked her freckles. Not to mention it was one of his father's friends daughter so he didn't really have a choice when asking her to go. Before the dance he would've lamented on the idea that he would much rather be dateless but camping out by the punch bowl with two faculty members proved to be a little worse than he imagined. Scanning the floor he saw a few people he knew but doubted if they knew him in return. There was the 'golden trio'; Liam, Brook, and Olivia. Out of those three, Liv was the only one who really ever gave him the time of day. Thankfully he spotted Tommy amongst the crowd of students, near Reagan and Riley and started towards them.

As he rounded the table to go say hello to Tommy he was bumped into by Trinity Meadows, definitely already tipsy from most likely a pregame session with the cheerleaders. Unfortunately for Peter this meant the contents of the 'vampire' punch she was holding spilled all down the front of his white shirt. It looked like a murder scene. PJ grimaced as Trinity tilted her head to the side, giggling manically, "Oops! My bad!" before pushing past him back to her congregation of plastics. "Thanks! It's not like I spent my entire paycheck renting this damn thing" Peter called after her his voice dying as he neared the end of the sentence. "This is just - great" He mumbled as he half-heartedly tried to dab the large stain out with a multitude of napkins but the damage was already done. PJ glanced a few more times at the dance floor before quickly making his way out of the gym and into the hallway.

It was dark, save for the strips of moonlight peeling out of the windows that painted the floor beneath his feet. As he walked towards the bathrooms the sound of the music coming from the gym began to fade to a dull hum. He would be lying if he wasn't a bit creeped out. Peter pushed the door into the boy's bathroom, taking a quick peak at the stalls noticing one of them was closed. Avoiding any sort of awkward encounter with one of the students he coughed slightly to let his presence be known but the bathroom remained eerily silent. "Alright then" He mumbled under his breath and went to the sink closest to the door, grabbed a handful of paper towels, wet them, and began to dab his undershirt like he had watched his mom do countless times when he had gotten something on his shirt. It only seemed to just dilute the red color and spread it further. He kept giving half glances back to the stall - which remained closed - and felt the hair on the back of his neck begin to stand. Something wasn't right.

Then began the scratching. It was subtle at first and for a moment he thought he was hallucinating. It was coming from the stall. He tossed his mess of paper towels into the trash and didn't move any closer to the stall. "Hello?" He spoke quietly, his voice bouncing off the walls in an echo. As soon as he spoke the scratching stopped abruptly, and PJ's face paled. "Hey, this isn't funny okay" He could only assume it was one of the Lacrosse boys poking fun at him. Brook most likely put them up to it. "Seriously, who's there?" Peter's voice took on a more angry tone, this wasn't the first time someone had tried to scare him. After his brother passed, he became the butt of most jokes around Beaumont. Some of the Lacrosse boys went as far as dressing up like wolves and hiding in his backyard to scare him, his dad chased them all out with a rifle. They had died down even since Peter began flying under the radar.

"Okay really this is just stupid, I-" As soon as Peter took one step towards the stall someone began violently pounding on the door from the inside and he cried out falling backwards into the trashcan. He scrambled to his feet and dashed for the door throwing it open, and ran down the hall. Peter took the chance to glance behind him a few times, and felt as if he saw something but he was too scared to think about it. As the sounds of the gym got closer he began to feel more safe and slowed his pace taking one more look behind him, nothing. Maybe he really did just imagine all of it. As he turned back forward, he ran smack into someone in front of him, nearly taking them both down together.

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Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Peter Simmons
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"Kicchan, which one is better for tonight? This one, or this one?" Hiroto draped two shirts, one in plain white and one decorated with sunflowers, over himself while standing in front of his roommate - Kanzaki, who was busying rummaging through the mountain of books stacked all over his working desk as always.

The other Japanese boy put down his book and gazed upon Hiroto. "Well, which part of the 'formal' word you don't understand? Obviously the white one. Unless you want the whole stadium to looked at you like some sorts of alien from the realm of Lady Izanami." The young boy answered with his usual snarky tone and deadpan expression, before returning his attention to whatever he was reading. Of course, staying with a-thousand-year-old fox spirit who always acts like a four-year-old child can be pretty more handful than one would imagine.

Hiroto pouted and stuck out his tongue at the younger boy, before taking off the T-shirt he was wearing and changed into the white shirt. "So, you're still not going to come, huh?" Hiroto suddenly went to Kanzaki's side, sat down on the floor and rested his head against the boy's calf, and gazed up to the boy with "the cutest, most irresistible" expression he could possibly muster up, "Don't leave me alone, pretty pleaseeeee ~"

Kanzaki sighed before turning to Hiroto, flicking him hard on the forehead, "Ouch." Hiroto let out a sound of displeasure before Kanzaki spoke up, "The answer is no. No and no. And that may have worked with those frat boys you hooked up with, but not with me, old man." He stressed the last part of the sentence especially hard, and it seemed to sting Hiroto even harder.

"Grrrr, always such a meanie. I'm gonna put extra wasabi in your lunch tomorrow." Hiroto pouted even more before standing up and put on his tie and jacket and headed to the door. "Well, I better leave now. The party won't last forever."

"Have fun, just not too much fun, please. I'm going to kick you out if tomorrow I see you sprang all over the couch all naked with a guy like last time. There's a place called 'hotel' existed for that." Kanzaki left a final remark before Hiroto walked out of the apartment. Sometimes he totally made me forget that this is my apartment... He rolled his eyes, but smiled. Kanzaki may shows himself to be a total meanie-face at times, but he pretty much is just a tsundere so it was fun teasing the boy. Other than that, it was difficult to find someone you can trust around here, and someone who is of the same birthplace at that, so Hiroto knows he can count on the boy.

The trip from his apartment to school was undisturbed, thankfully. Not that Hiroto can't look after himself, but bumping into some rogues tonight was the last thing he wanted then. Upon entering the gym, as expected, a rather chaotic crowd of teenagers dancing and bumping into each other was the first thing that greeted him. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys parties. It just that they could have held it outside the school yard or something, rather than stuffing them all into a giant box like this. He had never been a huge fan of confining spaces.

Grabbed a drink from the serving table, he smiled and nodded to those who greeted him. Hiroto pretty much was acquainted with nearly all the kids from his year, after all. Scanning the room, he found out that his closer friends were standing in a circle nearby. There were Riley, Brook and Thomas - or the supernatural team, he could say. Hiroto then put down the empty glass back on the table before approaching the group, until someone who was walking in front of him suddenly turned back and smacked him in the face, nearly caused the two of them to stumble down.

With his reflexes, Hiroto was quickly back on his feet of course. "Hey, mind your steps, please." He spoke to the boy, before realizing another familiar face, "PJ? Oh, nice bumping into you here." There was a pun intended for that, "You came alone? Thought you had a date with you, was her name Amanda or something?"

And it didn't take him long to saw a rather... unpleasant expression on Peter's face, as if someone or something had been stalking him. "Hey, you okay?"

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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LIAM HAYES
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Liam counted help his straying gaze every few moments as him and Olivia shuffled to the beat in the midst of the crowd. Her unsettling notion when they walked in had set him on full alert mode, and he regretted slightly as his senses were practically on overload in all the worst ways. He noticed Reagan but their gaze was brief as she quickly looked away once they made eye contact. Liam never intentionally tried to dislike anyone, but something about her just sent alarm bells off in his head. But he had to tolerate her presence for Brook. Out of all the potential girls he had to pick, of course he would go for Venandi.

Speak of the Devil.

Liam couldn't help the wolfish grin that appeared as his best friend pulled him into a bear hug. He definitely had been drinking - Liam was a tad jealous. Alcohol affected him in different ways than normal humans. Him and Brook had tested it out their junior year to see how much alcohol he had to consume before he got drunk. It was a horrible idea, as nothing is more rowdy than an extremely drunk werewolf. The two boys had practically a list of horrible ideas on their record, Olivia stopped counting after Sophomore year.

"Brookie! Fashionably late, as always. Hey - you never responded to my text asshole. Liv and I are getting milkshakes after at Skyline if you wanna come" It was a tradition after each dance for them to get milkshakes or ice cream at Skyline, the small mom and pop diner in Beamount. Of course, however, his friend was entirely distracted in other things cough cough Reagan as he obviously threw some looks in her direction. "I'd be careful man - that one definitely bites. Granted you've scared off every other female in this town, so at this point your options are running a little thin" He chuckled slightly a goofy grin on his face, Liam always teased Brook about his bad luck with females. Relationships were odd for him. Liam pretty much had it all but he hadn't had a girlfriend since his eighth grade year, Penelope Bridgewater, and that really didn't even count. It wasn't that he didn't catch the eye of females - in fact he did maybe too much. Ever since his lycanthropy he had made sure to stay far away from any potential romances. He had Brook and Olivia, and he reminded himself that was all he needed.

Thankfully, Brook changed the subject rather quickly to their outfits, he had his mother to thank for his appearance tonight. "Oh you flatter me Delaney. I'm going to say that that's either Kyle or Jacobs" He glanced at Brook's outfit which fit him quite loosely, out of his brothers Kyle and Jacob were a little taller than Brook. Liam was aware of the Delaney's situation and the majority of their clothing were passed down amongst the brothers. Lee always tried to make it casual, he never wanted to ostracize his best friend for his clothing choices. He doubted Brook would even care, but Liam was Liam. "But you pull it off quite nicely, if you don't go home with someone tonight I'll eat my words" Brook slapped him on the back and he instinctively put his hands near his hair, protectively. "Hey, watch the hair man. This took me like twenty minutes". Before he could say anything else Reagan appeared from behind Brook grabbing his arm, offering a rather strained smile in Liam's directly before tugging Brook away. He returned her smile in a half smirk, but winked in Brook's direction mouthing the words 'Good Luck'. He was surely going to need it.

Through their bromantic conversation, he had ineptly forgotten Olivia's presence but noticed she was already preoccupied in someone else. Thomas Jackson. Liam just caught his eye as he sent a sarcastic wave in their direction. His blood practically boiled. Ever since Tommy's arrival he had gone out of his way to make Liam's life hell, and catch the eye of his best friend in the process. None of this would've even mattered to Liam really if it wasn't for Olivia. He knew his territorialness was way of the charts now that he was a wolf, but it was something he couldn't help nor hide. When Tommy winked a quiet growl bubbled out on the bottom of his breath. God, what was with that boy. As much as the others proclaimed Liam was taking it too far, he knew something was off about Thomas. And he was determined to figure out what it was. "I really don't understand what you see in him".

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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OLIVIA CROSBY
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Olivia let out a slight yelp as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders and bring her in for a bear hug. Brook. Even though the hug was more than rough, and she wanted to scold him about his obvious buzz she bit her tongue and smiled. Olivia really wasn’t feeling the whole ‘mom’ thing tonight, especially when the boys she cared for were unruly jocks. She’d just let the boys be boys. “I’m willing to let you join, as long as you don’t eat all my fries like last time” She said with a slight giggle.


As the boy’s ensued in the normal conversation of God knows what Olivia zoned out into her own little world like she always did. These days she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own thoughts, her Grandma said it was normal for a Banshee. It honestly scared her a little. Freaking herself out was a normal thing, and she hid it under the guise of being ‘overly cautious’.

She attuned her hearing back into the conversation as Brook became all doe-eyed when he saw Reagan standing with Riley on the dance floor. Liam was annoyed by the crush, but Olivia thought it was cute. “Well why don’t you just go tell her that you dork? Every girl loves to hear a compliment once in a while”.

Olivia’s eyes softened at Brook’s comment and she laughed quietly, patting him affectionally on the shoulder. “I think I could save a few dances on the floor for you” her eyes strayed from his face to just past his shoulder for a brief moment and speaking her last words under her breath. “But it looks like someone already planned on stealing you away”. None other than Reagan Venadi made her way over to the group, offering a weak smile to her and Liam before dragging Brook away. Olivia gave him a thumbs up and a small wink as he was taken away.

Olivia was about to comment on the irony of those two to Liam when she felt a pair of burning eyes in the back of her head. She turned her head slowly locking her eyes with, of course, Thomas Jackson. Her face blushed instantly and she found herself staring at him for a little too long. Ever since he had enrolled in Beaumont, the boy had been but a mystery to Olivia. A few meaningful glances here and there or an accidental brush in the hallway. It was practically driving her mad. Liam had pretty much shadowed all the male attention in her life, and scared away any guy who ever wanted her number. Frankly, it pissed her off but she loved the boy too much to argue with him. Like he’d ever listen to her anyway. Still, Tommy was the first boy in a while to actually notice her. Liam hated it. She’d be lying if she didn’t get butterflies every time she locked eyes with him.

Then he winked and Olivia bit her lip to keep from grinning, finally breaking eye contact to look down at the ground. Her little moment was ruined however when she heard practically a snarl come from Liam. Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger and her face was a look of shock. “Liam Hayes. Please tell me you did not just growl at one of our classmates!” Her tone came out hushed and irritated. “I really don’t see what you think is so wrong about him. He shows you up in practice a few times, and now he’s a villain?” She began to see the comeback build up in his mind and she quickly interjected. “Save it, Liam. I do not want to argue tonight. I came to have fun, so if you could keep your wolf where it should be, and get me a glass of punch I would greatly appreciate it”. She sighed turning away from him, glancing back to wear Tommy was standing only to find him engaged in conversation with Riley, who’s hand was outstretched in an offer to dance. Oh. Olivia looked away quickly feeling a little stupid for assuming that she was the only one he would be interested in tonight.

“Olivia” The voice sent chills down her spine. Spoken as if someone had whispered right into her ear. She jerked around only to see that no one was behind her, and Liam was all the way across the gym at the punch table. Clenching her hands tightly, she took a deep breath trying to center herself. There would be no ghosts messing with her homecoming, “please not tonight” she said quietly to herself.

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xWhile Thomas appreciated the boost to his ego from the compliment from one of the hottest girls in school, it hurt when she walked away from him to go over to Brook, even though he despised her with every fiber of his being. He was hoping to do some prying into how much she knew about the town. Reagan had the attitude of most hunters, but she didn't appear to be very well trained. If she didn't have an inkling about the two supernatural creatures in front of her, she either was a terrible hunter or recently trained. Most likely the latter since teenage hunters are rare.

Looking at Riley, he could see and feel the tension coming from her. Dancing is something Thomas has some skill in so hopefully he might make it a little easier for her. He gave Riley his most dazzling smile as she stuttered out a hello.

"Hey Riley. Let's dance," Thomas says taking her held out hand, with an exaggerated flourish as he leads her towards the dance floor, "I can show you how to two-step if you like. A family I lived with was from Texas and they always said 'these youngins' nowadays need to learn some non grindin' dancing.' Probably one of the most intense classes in my life, but by golly it's fun." His elaborate Southern accent was overblown, but it always was good for a laugh. Riley probably one.

"I mean I can be the worst if you like. Check it." Thomas does a poorly attempted shimmy, which gets some laughs from the couples around them on the dance floor. "Or we can get freaky with it." Using his hips, Thomas does what can only be described as twerking yet also not twerking. Thomas couldn't help bursting out laughing. It amazes him how ridiculous he can be. "Are we the worst yet?" Taking Riley's hand, Thomas pulls her to him, "Now that that we're officially the worst. Let's try something a little more classic." He places her hand on his shoulder and takes Riley's other with his hand, his right hand lays on Riley's side. Thomas begins to lead the two of them in an easy sway as they dance in circles. Thomas is grateful it isn't uncomfortable between them. Riley's not too bad at dancing.

"Look at you! I think we're ready for Dancing with the Stars," Thomas moves them to the edge of the dance floor, "I think you're ready for a spin." Thomas spins her and it goes well, but Thomas freezes when he catches sight of Peter running into the gym, red shirt and obviously terrified. He almost dropped Riley as a sense of dread began to come over him. Something was wrong tonight. He couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, but it looming in the air. Everyone else seemed undisturbed by this sudden change...

"AH!" Thomas yelped, drawing eyes from those around him. He could feel his eyes shifting to the yellow slits of his other side. It can't come out now, not in front of everyone. Thomas tore his hand from Riley's and shoved it in his pants' pocket, which might've looked dirty if it wasn't for the claws coming out his hand. Something bad was coming. The kanima only comes out on full moons, when Thomas allows it (which isn't right now), or when Thomas is threatened or in danger. He had to get out of here before the scales came out. "I-I'm sorry. I gotta go." Thomas couldn't have left her sooner and he normally would've felt bad for leaving a lady in the middle of a dance, but the creature was demanding his attention. Thomas stormed out of the gymnasium, going down one of the dark hallways to hide. Maybe no one noticed it. Riley would have been the only one to see his eyes shift so he'd have to deal with that later.

Thomas collapsed on the ground, trying to keep his breathes even to calm his heart rate. If the kanima came out, it would attack or try to find a master. The petty jealousy a teenage can have combined with a murderous lizard was not a good combination. He could feel the his eyes going back and forth from reptilian to human as he noticed movement down the dark halls. It wasn't someone from school by the way it would slink around. As the kanima began to take more control, Thomas hollered at it with malice, as his voice became more animalistic, "Get out of here or I'll kill you!" A loud growl escaped his mouth. Thomas panted, feeling the scales form on his body. 'Here we go.' he thought, closing his eyes. When his eyes opened, only yellow slits remained.

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Riley smiled as Tommy greeted her and took her to the dancefloor, and chuckled as he began dancing in a variety of ways, all were bad after the other, especially after he used a southern accent when he told her of how he learned to dance from a family in Texas. She didn't know if it was the terrible attempt at the accent, or the story itself, but a genuine smile and chuckle creased her lips. Normally, she would be the one-off the dancefloor, against the wall drinking some punch, but with it more than likely being spiked, she decided against it. And what could come from dancing with Tommy at least once, even if neither of them was necessarily a good dancer? She was there to have fun and enjoy the evening, and she was going to the best she could. Riley couldn't help but smile and chuckle as Tommy started to do an awkward and terrible attempt at the shimmy, which caught the attention of some of the other students. Which was then followed by what she could only assume was an attempt at twerking? If one could even call it that, that was the one that really made her laugh, not out of finding it funny, but more so because it made her feel a bit embarrassed. But that was the point, to be a bad dancer with him, and so she joined him in the tomfoolery. After a bit of the terrible dances, he offered her his hand for an actual dance, which she gladly accepted. One of the few things her parents did, was taught her how to dance, and surprisingly, she wasn't the worst one.

She was finally beginning to enjoy dancing with Tommy as he felt with the spin, and then suddenly, he stopped the dance. A look of panic and uneasiness overcame his face, and Riley understood it all too much. Any normal person would have been dropped or have fallen by the sudden stop, but Riley managed to react fast enough and catch herself. She looked at him silently as everything else seemed to fade into the background and become white noise, everything else was muffled and a slight ringing sound was heard as she looked at Tommy. Something wasn't right, not just with him, but in general. All of the small hairs on the back of her neck bristled, standing on end as her coyote senses took over, going into overdrive as her ears picked up the faintest of sounds, people's heartbeats, people at the punch bowl sipping their drinks, and breathing. So much all at once, that was until Tommy broke the silence as he apologized and quickly left her, running out of the gym and down the hallway, disappearing out of sight. But she managed to catch someone before the boy ran off, normally his dark eyes flickered for just a moment, something she had seen and experienced herself multiple times before. They suddenly turned a golden color and almost reptilian in appearance. Riley just stood there in silence as she tried to rationalize what she just witnessed, Tommy was someone like her, maybe not exactly like her, but he wasn't human. At least not fully. She finally found herself coming back to reality as she realized all eyes were on her as Tommy had caused a small scene, she was only able to laugh awkwardly and gave a small wave as she noticed a group of people she knew somewhat, there was Liam, Brook, Olivia, and Reagan. Something about those individuals, in particular, seemed off, something wasn't right about them, and if she were to go off on a limb, some were like her, different and not exactly normal.

Riley could have used this for the perfect moment to dip out and go home, forget about this night and just be home, in bed, watching Netflix. But something told her to stay here, stay here and make sure no one gets hurt. Her mind was a flurry of different thoughts as she finally acted out, she followed down the same hallway that Tommy went down, it was dark, and would have normally been impossible to see through, but thanks to her coyote side she was able to see perfectly, she saw a figure on the ground. As she got closer she realized it was Tommy, but...something was off. He looked different, his hair was gone, his usual pristine skin was now covered in scales, and his eyes, were golden slits. She grew close to him as she spoke, "Tommy, are you-" she started but was cut off as something, or someone forcefully pushed her aside, sending her flying into the wall of lockers that lined the wall. With a small and soft groan she looked up at whoever it was that pushed her, but all she was able to see was a dark figure that kept to the shadows, she found herself letting out a small growl as her eyes shifted from their normal hazel green to a dark, golden color, slightly illuminating as she scanned the area. Her senses were now on high alert as she couldn't see anything. "I-I need to leave...I'm sorry, Tommy.." she muttered softly as she slowly rose to her feet and made a run for it down the hall, hearing something begin to chase her down the hallway she quickly dodged into a room, locking the door behind her. Taking a deep breath as she slowly backed away from the door, she found herself in the girl's bathroom. Riley looked into the mirror, her eyes were now back to their normal green, but something was still off as she heard a shuffling sound outside of the door, as if someone was outside of it, and trying to get inside. A low growl escaped her lips as her eyes shifted back to the golden color of her coyote side as her teeth elongated, just slightly, letting her beast side come out to play, whoever or whatever was on the other side of the metal door caused her heart to race a mile a minute, but she was prepared to fight, whatever it was, even if she was slowly consumed with fear and panic..

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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After Liam’s comment about Reagan, Brook couldn’t help his laughter. “Some of us are looking for a girl who bites.” The phrase treat them mean, keep them keen, was definitely written with Brook in mind. He saw it as a mark of good taste that a girl wasn’t into him. “You’re one to talk, you could certainly live to scare off a girl or two. I’m happy to put in a good word or two with Penny if that’s what it would take?” Liam always laughed at Brook’s poor luck with the opposite sex, and Brook always made fun of Liam’s one and only ex. Penelope Bridgewater right after her whirlwind romance of a week and half had joined the goth crowd, she was all studded boots, black lipstick and upside down crosses now. Brook still thought her and Liam could make it work if they gave the relationship a second chance.

Brook couldn’t help grinning at Liam guessed that his suit was a hand-me-down from either Kyle or Jacob. “Lake.” He answered holding out the jacket and spinning around to give his friend a good look. He know that Liam would be as surprised as Brook was to find Lake in possession of anything this nice. And just to be clear, nothing about the outfit was that nice. He smirked as Liam mentioned his hair taking a full twenty minutes to do, Brook couldn’t believe anyone, boy or girl, could spend that long staring at a reflection of themselves. “And it still looks like that?” He gave out a mocking whistle. “Can you put in a request to get your time back?” Of course, Liam’s hair looked great but he wouldn’t be Brook if he didn’t poke fun.

Offering to save him a dance, Liv finally managed to break through the bromance that always seemed to bloom between Liam and Brook. See, she really was the third wheel. Then someone was tugging on him to turn around. His face split into a goofy grin when he saw it was Reagan. It was a rare sight to see her approaching him. “Reags!” He grinned pulling her into a bear hug without caring about wrinkling her dress or messing up her hair, he had no mind for how much care girls put in that sort of stuff.

Then she was tugging him around as Liam and Liv gave him good luck signs. He struggled against Reagan’s grip for a moment as he swung back to look at his friends, suddenly desperate to defend himself. “And those fries Liv! You hadn’t touched them for like an hour, how was I supposed to know you still wanted them?”

Truth be told, Brook didn’t mind be dragged away by Reagan. Well, there was the obvious reason, that boys never minded being dragged around by girls who liked like her. But also because despite her and Liam having such a big part of his life, them mixing was something he really ought to avoid more than he does. He already knows they aren’t a fan of each other, and he feels a little prick of guilt every time he avoids telling either one the truth.

Brook ignored the embarrassing comment from Reagan, he’d heard worse from her. However when she tugged him down to her level, her hand found his bruised right shoulder and he hissed ducking away from her hand. He covered it up with a goofy grin, “You’re gonna start resembling superman with those muscles. How’d you know he was my type?”

Then she begun on the adjustments, starting with his hair. If you’d asked him before that moment, he would’ve said Reagan running her hands through his hair would’ve been like a dream, but the truth was she’d never make it as a hairdresser. She was brusque and rough, her nails scratched his scalp, and her ring caught on his hair a few times. He really should’ve expected this from her though. Then she went to work on the rest, tucking everything into place, when her hands went to work tucking his shirt into his pants, he could only swallow and look away. “Uh, Reags?” Unfortunately everything about it was business like.

Which she confirmed with her following comment. "We are going to take a picture together later for your grandma, but I am not going to stand next to a slob.” Right, he’d forgotten for a minute Reagan only liked him for a grandmother, Faye. He’d rather be used for far less wholesome ends.

“Slobs a bit much,” He muttered irritably, feelings his trademark bad mood kicking in. Of course, Reagan was well used to Sooky Brooky act and continued on unfazed, moving in for his tie and yanking it tight without remorse. “Hey, hey, I need to breath.” He argued wedging a few fingers between his collar and neck to loosen it before he passed out.

Finally finished she patted down the front of his jacket and comment about his date-less status. "No date tonight, I take it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering your type of girl and your level of-“

Brook grinned and quirked an eyebrow. He couldn’t resist the bait she’d just left hanging there. “Charm? Wit? Handsomeness?” With a laugh he glanced over to see a very tipsy pair of blonde cheerleaders, Trinity and Ava Meadows, passing them by, they paused to give him a wave which he returned. “Well, I was going to ask one of the Meadow twins, but they actually like me.” He winked at her and ran a hand through his hair, unthinkingly ruining her work. “Besides I figured no one wanted a jealous Venandi running amok at Fall Homecoming. It’s an ugly sight trust me.”

He glanced over at Tommy causing a scene on the dancefloor, leave it to him steal the show. “And you? Break it to me gently about coming here with Tommy.” He’d seen them together early and it didn’t take a genius to put the dots together, especially with how Tommy acted around her. He didn’t blame his friend, Reagan was clearly the hottest girl at school.

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Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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She hadn't meant to help Brook's grumpy side come out there for a second. Just like she hadn't noticed that his shoulder recoiled slightly from her pressing touch. Regardless of all his complaining, she felt like she had tried the best she could. Sometimes there was no helping him, but as she took a small step back to look at all her attempts, she actually smiled. He was cute and simple, to put it all into an easy perspective. Then she laughed, but it sounded... uneasy.

She took another step back from him, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. It was as though she retreated back to that quiet timid girl persona just for a moment, "Sorry - I was just... I guess I needed a distraction." Yet she left it there, and he'll probably be beaming at the thought that he gets to serve as that distraction from whatever was going on in her head. It could be anything right now. There's a lot of weight on a teenage girl's shoulder, and she's still a bit confused about how to deal with it without it impacting her.

“Charm? Wit? Handsomeness?” Trinity and Ava passed by, and Reagan swore they gave her an evil look. These were the girls that talked about her behind her back all of the time. They were exactly Brook's type, and he's standing here with her - of all people. “Well, I was going to ask one of the Meadow twins, but they actually like me. Besides I figured no one wanted a jealous Venandi running amok at Fall Homecoming. It’s an ugly sight trust me.”

She leaned forward and slyly offered to stroke his ego just a little bit. "I'd be this jealous," she slowly brought her index finger and thumb together slowly to imply a small amount, but hey - it was not zero. It wasn't that she didn't still like Brook, it was that she simply didn't want him to know. He deserved to suffer in the same way she did when the tables were turned. Only, it was harder than she thought not to cave in to the fact that he liked her now.

Of course he would move onto Tommy, of whom was not nearby. The hot guy of the school. He made her laugh and made a point to be around her. Reagan was none the wiser to his affliction, or she'd say that it was kind of awkward to have someone try their best to befriend her. Naturally, she tells herself that it was simple - she hasn't quite grown into the shoes of the 'hot girl' in school yet. “And you? Break it to me gently about coming here with Tommy.”

She shook her head and swept some of her hair behind an ear. Maybe her cheeks flushed a little, and that could be misconstrued in her having wanted Thomas to ask her but that didn't happen. Or it was something else entirely. "I was hoping someone else would ask me, but he hasn't noticed me yet. So, no date." That was mostly true, but a lot of boys tried to ask her to a date and she sort of turned them all down. Or ignored them. She forgot most of their names. She avoided all eye contact with Brook when she said this though, turning away to look at someone else. With her great luck, it was likely another guy on the Lacrosse team for Brook to be jealous about.

Reagan didn't notice the commotion going on behind her, but she did still a glance at Peter. It's been a while since they spoke, and she made a mental note to grab him later. However, her cellphone beeps in the process of storing said information, and she sighs, "Probably my mom checking up on me. God, she just doesn't leave me alone." But the text message that met her eyes, as she plucked the phone out of her clutch and looked at it. Hunter tracked something to your school, but its radio silence. You all need to get out of there. We are all too far away. Don't engage. Please don't.

Her eyes snapped up to Brook, and her heartbeat quickened. She stepped close to him, a hand grasping the fabric at his side while she rose to the tips of her toes and whispered, "She said that there's something in the school. Just -" she let him go and started to back away, her clutch caught between her side and an elbow. "- just get out of here, okay? With the rest." Because what teenager listened to their mother?

She turned away and started to run out. As her heels clacked purposefully across the corridor to the exit, her eyes caught the red fire alarm just begging for her to pull it. After all, she didn't know there were Werewolves and Kanimas and Werecoyotes in this school that were actually friends or friends of friends. So, she set it off. As it began its deafening warning, she ran into a boys bathroom in an effort to not be trampled over.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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LIAM HAYES
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Liam begrudgingly stood in the vicinity of the punch table, an empty cup in hand, as he kept throwing quick glances back at Olivia here and there. A few of them met with a chilling glare. He hadn't meant to upset her. He never did. Yet every time he said some backhanded comment about Thomas the girl acted insulted herself. Women, he though to himself with a small eye roll. He had yet to understand perhaps the most complex and scary species the world had to offer. Liam had just made it to the front of the punch line when he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a foul taste overtook his mouth. He whipped his head back to the dance floor only to see Thomas making a disastrous exit, nearly knocking a few students down as he dashed out the door. No one ran with that kind of fever, unless they had something to hide. It was only a few seconds later before the new girl, Riley, dashed right out after him. His grip on the cup tightened and it crumpled easily in his hand. Without a moment to waste he tossed the cup (with scary accuracy) into the nearby trashcan, dashing over to where Olivia stood gripping her shoulders with both his hands. "I knew there was something up about Jackson, and I'm going to prove it to you!" He said not even giving her a moment to respond before he dashed out after the two.

By the time he got out into the hallway, the scent had already begun to fade. Liam jogged down the corridors before the more floral yet earthy scent led to the girl's bathroom. Riley. It had to be. He would've loved to ask her about Thomas but not even that was motivation enough for him to invade the girl's bathroom. By the time he rounded a few corners the other scent had gone cold, and the hallways became eerily silent. Liam nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud crash came from the room adjacent to him. The Locker Room. Of course he would hide there. Liam crept slowly to the door, resting his hand on the handle as his eyes slowly flashed a brilliant shade of red. Everything was telling him not to open the door, which gave the boy all the reason to open it.

The door creaked as Liam slowly pushed it open, met with the unpleasant smell of gym socks and dirty cleats. "Thomas, I know you're in here" Liam took a step into the room the door sliding shut behind him. "There's no use in hiding who or whatever you are anymore, Jackson". He slowly made his way across the outer edge of the room, peeking around the corners of the lockers that blocked his view of the room. Subconsciously, Liam felt his claws and fangs ease their way out as he peaked around the last corner. "I don't know what you want but I'm not going to let you hurt-" Liam whipped around to face the corner that held the showers as he heard the faintest of shuffling. "Gotcha" Liam muttered under his breath as he stalked to the showers whipping around the corner - and instantly regretted his decision.

Liam instantly shoved his hands into his pockets to hide his claws from the unsuspecting couple he had just walked in on, his face flaming red from embarrassment. There was no mistaking the fiery red hair of Amanda Kyle as she had her back to him gripping some boy by the suit jacket - well he really didn't want to elaborate on the crime that was going on in front of him. "I'm sorry- I definitely thought-" Liam froze as Amanda turned her face to him, maybe he would've screamed if he wasn't in such a state of shock. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Amanda's eyes were glowing like bright, white flashlights and her face was covered in blood. She still gripped the collar of the boy, his head bobbing to the side showcasing the large chunk that had been taken out of his shoulder. Liam stumbled a few steps back, as Amanda smiled showcasing several rows of what he could only describe as 'shark teeth'. "Holy shit" He sputtered before she dropped the boy and lunged at him, knocking the both of them down in the process with Liam pinned under her.

Liam instinctively sunk his claws deep into her shoulder holding her back as she snapped her teeth inches away from his neck. She shrieked in pain and he took the moment to throw his upper body weight into her, knocking her off of him. He scurried away, now fully half-shifted into his alpha form his eyes glowing scarlet red. It only took her a few moments to regain her composure as she lunged again, but this time Liam was ready for her as he caught her by the wrist launching her into one of the lockers. The girl made a sickening crunch and went limp as she landed on the floor. Liam kept his eyes trained on her as he stumbled back to the door, panting in fear. He had never seen anything like that in his life. And this was Beaumont where he'd seen practically everything imaginable. Amanda Kyle was quiet, and spent their History lecture doodling hearts in her notebook - not eating unsuspecting freshman.

His friends. Hell, everyone, he had to get them out of here. Turning his back to her was probably the worst mistake he could've made. As soon as he turned for the door she lunged out of her 'play dead position' attaching her bear trap of a mouth around his side. Liam cried out in pain as he desperately tried to push her off of him but the girl had a grip of iron. He had never been more grateful for the fire alarm in his life. On any other day he would've cursed under his breath at the damn sound but it might've been his saving grace.

The horrendous shrill noise, suddenly filled every nook and cranny in the school and Liam clamped his hands over his ears and grit his teeth as the sound bounced around in his skull. It seemed, however, that the noise had the same affect on Amanda as she released him with a shriek, writhing on the ground in pain. Liam took the opportunity to dash out of the Locker room, and prop himself up against the door to hold it shut. He glanced at his side, it was still nasty, no telling how long it would take his healing to catch up with that. Liam braced himself as he heard Amanda scream in rage and began throwing herself against the door. It took every ounce of strength to hold it close - the girl (or whatever it was) had freakish strength. She threw herself against the door a few more times and then it just stopped. Still, Liam had learned his lesson from earlier and didn't move from his position yet a minute passed and it remained silent. Eventually his curiosity overtook him and he gripped the door handle, claws out in case the psycho piranha had any intention of tricking him again. With one hard push he flung the door open to find the Locker room - completely empty. His eyes frantically searched the room before they landed on a vent just above one of the lockers, it was wide open. "Oh shit".

The fire alarm should clear the school out which is exactly what he wanted. Still, he didn't feel any better. Knowing his friends, they were definitely the ones who pulled it - and had no intention of leaving. To make matters even worse neither did the monster.

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Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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PETER SIMMONS
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ImagePeter was thankful that he had not run into a terrifying monster but rather the kind face of Hiroto Naozaki. They had a few classes together when Hiro first moved to Beaumont, and with someone prying had eventually won over Peter's friendship. Not that he minded at least, he enjoyed the boys presence. "Hiro - hey sorry, I guess I wasn't watching the road" He said with a hint of a smile, he was still pretty shaken up from his encounter in the bathroom. At the mention of Peter's date his face flushed a slight red with embarrassment, "Amanda Kyle. Yeah, I guess she had better plans than hanging out with the likes of me". A small look of recognition passed over his face and he reached into his suit jacket pulling out a now crumpled corsage, "I guess I won't be needing this anymore". Peter stood there rather awkwardly his expression fixed on the corsage. His mind wandered slightly to how the crumpled flower pretty much summed up his night so far.

He glanced up at Hiro's comment shaking his head slightly, "Y- Yeah, guess just a little heartbroken and still covered in punch" he meant it as a joke - but it definitely didn't come out that way. Peter hoped the half smile he cracked saved him from sounded entirely morose. God, wasn't he sardonic tonight. Peter didn't want to say anything about the incident in the bathroom, he didn't want Hiro thinking he was the 'crazy boy' that the school made him out to be. "But enough about me - are you here alone too?" Peter glanced around the two for a second before returning his gaze to Hiroto, "Oh god I hope I didn't scare away your date, did I?"

Peter was about to ask the boy if he'd like to dance when Tommy pushed past them and out the door taking PJ's attention with him. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to process what just happened. Maybe a bad date? Or bad food? Peter never trusted that small Hibachi restaurant on the corner of Coone and Pine after Sophomore year. "I- I should probably go check on him" He realized that checking on Tommy would mean going back out into the hallway which meant passing the bathroom again. "You know, he's probably fine".

Suddenly from above the fire alarm rang, Peter jumping out of his skin. He was already on edge and that set him off entirely. His hand instinctively grabbed the cuff of Hiro's sleeve, before releasing it awkwardly. "Sorry - I don't know what's gotten in to me" He mumbled as the pissed off students shuffled by, and out the gym. Some part of him felt uneasy about the whole situation but he just assumed it was some stupid senior prank. "I guess this is probably a bad time to ask for a dance?"

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson

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OLIVIA CROSBY
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Olivia felt terribly awkward standing on the dance floor by herself, she silently cursed Liam for being such an ass. Especially on Homecoming night. As if these heels weren't bad enough, she didn't need her best friend baring his teeth. She glanced back again over to Thomas, who looked like he was enjoying his dance with Riley, a frown slightly overtook her face and she looked away. Come on Olivia, it's not like there's anything there anyway. Quit being ridiculous. Besides half the population at Beaumont had their eyes set on him, and while she was particularly guilty of maybe most definitely being apart of that half she really had no chance when it came down to it.

Olivia tried not to glance back over at the dancing duo but when a small breeze lifted a few curls from her face she turned in their direction only to see Thomas bolting towards the door. She barely even had time to react when Liam suddenly appeared gripping her too tightly by the shoulders, a glint in his eye. Oh god, this could only go horribly wrong. "Liam you're being-" She didn't even get the chance before he bolted after Thomas. "Liam stop!"

Olivia stared at the door for a few moments before pushing past the students after her friend. As she pushed past the door into the hallway she saw a shadow round a corner and at that moment only assumed that it was Liam. She chased the form past a few corners before she lost them completely. Olivia suddenly felt the temperature drop a few degrees and froze in her spot. She finally realized, she had no idea where she was. It was Beaumont High. But it wasn't. The walls were too high and the hallway seemed to stretch on for ages. "Hello?" She called quietly her footsteps echoing of the walls as she began to walk down the never-ending hallway. "Liam?" Liv took a few more steps and then suddenly on her left - a door that definitely wasn't there before burst open and she let out a small little shriek stumbling a few steps back.

It was then Olivia released she wasn't entirely there. She hadn't really found a name for the weird Limbo world that she occasionally slipped into. Liam told her to pick something cool - like Shadow Land - and then she promptly smacked him over the head with her Chemistry notebook. As much as she hated whatever this world was, she knew that she was only brought here to learn. They or 'it' showed her images, scenes, of things that happened or things to come. They never made any sense - to her enjoyment - but they proved to be useful. So she removed her heels, just in case she had to run, god am I really that used to this? She thought as she slowly approached the open door.

It was her chemistry lab, or at least that's what it looked like. That's when she heard it - the noise - bones crunching and cracking. It sent chills down her spine. She didn't even realize her hands were trembling as she slowly passed the first chem table, then second, empty, empty, empty. Olivia was biting her cheek so hard she could taste blood in her mouth. With each step the noise got louder until she reached the last table in the room. Liv inhaled shakily and slowly turned the corner her face paling at the sight before her. She didn't even have much time to process the sight in front of her before it whipped it's head in her direction, it's beady black eyes looking directly at her. Then it lunged. And Olivia did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.

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RILEY MONTGOMERY
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Riley stayed hidden in the girl's bathroom as she tried to come up with something, anything at this point on what to do. In the eery silence, she was able to hear the sound of her beating heart that pounded away in the cavity of her chest, rattling every time it pumped. She could feel every hair on her body stand on end, and all of her senses were in overdrive, she could hear the faintest of sounds, even the sound of rain that pattered on the roof of the school, all the way to the breathing of the fellow students. It was rapid and frantic, she began to slowly stand up until a piercing sound echoed throughout the school. It caused her adrenaline to course through her veins even more as she didn't know what it was immediately until she realized it was the fire alarm. Someone must have tripped it as a way of evacuating the school. While it was a good idea, it was also stupid as a blind panic was the last thing they needed. Fuck.., she thought to herself as she realized she was alone in the bathroom, locked behind a metal door. Hiding away as the others could potentially be slaughtered by whatever was now hunting them down. It was such a cowardly thing to do, but what good would exposing herself just to help save some strangers that were never even nice to her? As well as never even paying her any attention? She shook her head, she wasn't a defenseless human, she would be able to take care of herself and others if need be, at least that's what she told herself. But she wasn't the only one, at least that was confirmed by whatever it was that Tommy turned into, she'd need to talk with him later on that, only if he wanted to discuss it that is.

He didn't outright attack her, if anything he seemed scared and nervous of whatever it was that was here. She knew her and Tommy weren't the only ones, the others like Liam and Olivia seemed off, she couldn't tell what it was. But she knew they weren't human. She took a deep breath as she looked into the mirror, the moonlight piercing through the window cast a ghostly shadow over half of her face as she examined herself, her eyes were fluctuating between her normal, human green, to her beast's golden color. She was in full control as the moon wasn't full, at least not completely, but her senses were still incredibly high, more so than normal, probably due to whatever danger that was outside of that door. She could feel her claws slowly elongating the longer she thought about whatever was out there, it was relentless and kept to the shadows, giving it an advantage. Or so it thought anyway. Riley began to slowly creep towards the door until a blood-curdling scream pierced her ears, causing her to collapse to the ground in the fetal position, covering her ears with her hands. Even with normal hearing it would have been agonizing, but with super hearing it caused her to grow nauseous. Finally, after it ended, just as soon as it came, whoever screamed was silenced. She slowly lifted her head, looking at the door. "What the fuck...Was that?" she muttered to herself as she slowly recollected her composure as she rose to her feet. It was the sound of a female, but it wasn't just any scream. No, that was far too high pitched and loud to be human, but it didn't sound like an animal. It was definitely human, that much she knew. Riley thought to herself for a moment, what would be able to produce such a scream, at such a high pitch? Her mind jumped around trying to decide on what she read, if she ever even read about it. "What was it called...Fuck..." she mumbled as she paced before finally realizing she had read about it. According to Celtic, or more so Irish mythology, the sound of crying or in many cases, screaming, was due to the cause of the spirit of a woman. Or so the lore went. Banshee, her mind suddenly told her. Right, Banshees, they were an omen or sign of death, or in minor cases, danger. They were merely the messenger, never the cause of death. That at least caused some relief, but also caused panic, someone here had to have had some sense of dread, and that caused her to regret coming to this after all.

Riley growled, "Stop being such a bitch. Go out there and help. if you don't, what better are you than dead?" she mumbled to herself, trying to reassure herself that getting out of the damned bathroom was a better solution than being a sitting duck in a damned bathroom. Riley reached for the bathroom door, taking one more deep breath as she unlocked the door and slowly stepped out. Her eyes were of her coyote side, slightly illuminating her face as she looked around. There was nothing but silence as she stepped into the empty and trashed hallway. There was no one in sight, but she still had the feeling of eyes watching her. Carefully and as silently as she could she walked around the corridors, still not seeing anyone. Riley turned one more corner and saw a familiar figure standing in the hallway, looking into an empty room. She could smell blood, lots and lots of blood. Covering her mouth she turned the other corner, quickly leaving the scene as the last thing she'd want to do is get the attention of Liam now, even though he was clearly injured. Silently as she could she crept down the hallway, that was until she heard a sound from one of the air vents along the ceiling above her. Stopping in her tracks she slowly looked up, inside the vent was a gap, and what she saw caused her stomach to drop, as well as her jaw. In the small gap, were two dark, mirrored looking orbs, peering down at her. The longer she looked she recognized what she was looking at. It was a face, a terribly disfigured and altered face, it was human, at least, that's what her brain allowed her to think. But something about it was so...Off? The features didn't look right, the skin wasn't entirely skin anymore and its eyes. The eyes. They were like looking into endless voids, that if she didn't know any better, she could have gotten lost in them.

"What the fuck..." Riley muttered all too loudly, clearly having garnered the attention of whatever it was that was looking down at her. Her eyes glowed a dark gold as she mustered as much strength as she could and glared back at the creature, feeling her canines and nails growing until her jaw was extended beyond its normal appearance. if this creature wanted to fight, Riley was prepared to give it one, even if she wasn't all that capable in her abilities. If she was to die here, at least she would go out fighting as well as she could.

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When Reagan held up her thumb and pointer finger to indicate her lack jealousy, Brook practically beamed. He’d long since learned to take what he could get when it came to her. “I notice that’s not zero Ms Venandi.” He smirked at her, he was deliberately ignoring her meaning and was probably annoying her. Oh well, if he can’t make her fall head over heels with him, he’d settle for vague annoyance.

At the mention of Tommy, a blush lit up Reagan’s face as her eyes locked on something just past his right shoulder. That combined with the hair fidgeting made her look like a girl in with a huge crush. He was sure Tommy would be thrilled. When it came to Reagan, Brook was already prepared to be disappointed, so he wouldn’t hate his new friend for it, even if he wanted to.

Then she said something surprising. "I was hoping someone else would ask me, but he hasn't noticed me yet. So, no date." Brook without any hesitation or tact did a full 180 to find the person who had stolen her focus. Brayden from the team.

“Brayden?” He asked turning back to Reagan with a frown. Brayden was a burly, 6’4 red head and was undoubtedly the team’s best defender, responsible for most their wins this season. “Hairspray Brayden?” He was also gay, and while Brook tried not to stereotype, the only way to describe Brayden accurately is, really gay. He’d seen Hairspray the musical 29 times, a fact that had earned him the nickname, hairspray Brayden. He’d also had a sweet sixteenth that was Disney themed, Liam and Brook had gone as Cinderella and Prince Charming, Brook had won rock-paper-scissors so he got to wear the dress. Though it took them weeks to convince Liv to be the fairy godmother. “Reags, he’s gay? And I'm pretty sure taken?” Brook said trying to put it as sensitively as possible, even putting his hands up to protect himself.

Her cell phone went off before the conversation could continue though, and her whole demeanour changed. He knew in an instant that he was no longer looking at high school girl Reagan, this was hunter Reagan. When she grabbed him and begun to whisper in his ear, he wasn’t expecting flirtatious poetry, but even still he was shocked with her new information.

She was backing away and commanding him to leave before he could even comprehend it. Reagan had already crossed the room and hit the fire alarm before he realised he needed to stop her going after it. It wasn’t out of concern for her safety, he knew she could hold her own, but if there was something out there, Liam would be going after it to. Which meant their paths would cross. Not to mention with all the super naturals here at the dance, Reagan was just as likely to take out a friendly.
With the wave of his peers heading towards the exit, Brook hand to duck and weave his way across the room. Reagan got a good head start of him, and by the time his caught up she had ducked into the boys’ bathroom.

He rattled on the door, not wanting to burst in whatever she was doing in there. “Reags, I really think you should leave with me.” From his side of the door, he ran his hands through his hair and looked at the roof, a lukewarm appeal like that was never going to convince her. Especially not when she thought he was the one in danger. “Look I can explain it, but you’ve got to go with everyone else. Just fucking listen to me for once.”

That was still pretty shit, and he might have tried a third time to appeal to her through the door, but a shrill scream filled his ear drums, rattling the lockers that lined the hallways. It really was a horrible sound that Banshee’s produced. Olivia.

His attempts to get Reagan out of the bathroom were forgotten when he saw Liam run out of the locker room a few metres down on the opposite side of the hallway, bloodied and in a panic. “Uh, never mind Reagan, don’t come out!” Brook yelled to Reagan, as he propped a hand on the door to hold it close if she ignored him and tried to leave anyway. He looked down the hallway, and locked eyes with Liam who was trying to hold his own door closed, against whatever it was that was causing the chaos. Reagan couldn’t come out now when Liam was half wolf and fighting. “Liam’s here. He’s um-“ Reagan would know that meant not to talk about anything hunter related, but he still needed her to stay in the bathroom. Brook was in a full blown panic now. “Naked?”

He shot a panicked look to Liam, raising his hand that wasn’t holding the door shut in a helpless gesture. “Yeah naked. Like, super naked. You don’t want to see this. I think it was, like, a prank.” He widened his eyes at Liam as the lie got further and further out of control. “I mean a dare?"

Finally the thumping against Liam’s door stopped, and when nothing jumped out after he opened the door, Brook released his hold on the bathroom door and ran over. He hadn’t been able to see what had attacked Liam, but as he came up beside his friend he could see the bloody carnage, and corpse left behind. He spoke in a hushed voice so Reagan wouldn’t overhear from the bathroom she was hopefully still in. “We’re going to need an incantation to make sure he doesn’t come back like our hungry friend. I’ll find Liv and deal with that. You catch this thing?” Brook wasn’t the supernatural of the pairing so he figured tracking down Liv was how he was going to be most useful.

He started to leave before turning back to Liam for one last word, “And for god’s sake, you better heal before Liv catches sight of you, man.” With that he disappeared down the corridor, pausing only to yell irritably at Reagan wherever she was, “And you, for god’s sake, just go home!”

He followed where he through Liv’s scream had come from, and stumble across the science rooms, one of which had smashed out windows. He ran into the room without thinking much for his safety – he never did. “Where’s my favourite fairy god mother?”

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"Y- Yeah, guess just a little heartbroken and still covered in punch." PJ replied while trying to force a rather apparent fake smile to hide his fluster. He can sympathize with the young boy though. Tonight was supposed to be fun and all and lady luck just had to have the tendency to drop the dime at the worst moments possible. Hiroto then smiled with PJ as he patted him on the shoulder, "I already told you that you can always confide with me on just about anything, y'know. Ol' Hiro here's a dab hand at listening and washing people's sadness away ~" He winked while doing a horizontal peace sign over his eye.

"But enough about me - are you here alone too? Oh god I hope I didn't scare away your date, did I?" PJ assumed, which almost took Hiroto aback. He sighed, before flicking PJ on his forehead, much like how Kanzaki did it to him earlier. "You really wow me with your imagination sometimes, y'know. Yes, as much as I wanted my 'date' to come with me, he's just so stubborn that I left him at home doing whatever interests him." He pouted, "So yeah, I'm pretty much by myself. Hey, if we're both alone then we can be-"

Before Hiroto could finish his sentence, someone pushed them aside and walked past them in a rather hasty manner. He was almost going to express how rather annoying it was that he was constantly being pushed around by people, but held it back upon realizing the person who just did that. "Isn't that Tommy?" He asked, and it seemed PJ also noticed it as well. The boy then suggested going after Thomas to see if they guy was okay, but then suddenly took it back. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by Hiroto. The boy definitely must have seen or gone through something.

As if things hadn't been odd enough, the fire alarm went blaring, and taking Hiroto's enhanced sense of hearing into account, he was so startled that he jolted in a rather funny manner. "For the love of eight millions gods..." He held his chest while collecting the pieces of his soul that had just scattered everywhere, "I hate it when that happen." He commented, while realizing that PJ was as startled as him and, more pleasantly surprising, was grabbing Hiroto's sleeve, before shyly releasing it. Chuckling at the cuteness, he replied, "No worries. Hold onto me as much as you like. And yeah, I'll be more than honored to have this dance with y-"

Something is seriously wrong today, maybe it was the divine intervention, or he's just really in a fit of continuous string of bad lucks. This time, it was his phone that interrupted him. Letting out yet another sigh of displeasure, he took out his phone, "Excuse me ~" He said to PJ, before answering. And of all people, it was Kanzaki.

"Haiiii, miss me already ~ ? The party isn't over yet, you can still make it here if you want to see me that badly, Kicchan." Hiroto jested to the person on the other side of the phone.

"Save that for later. Know the time and place just for once, will you?" The sudden seriousness in his roommate's tone caused Hiroto to frown, "The yin-yang balance at school is all over the place. Something really sinister must have entered the campus and probably had already caused quite the trouble there."

Kanzaki is an onmyouji - a Japanese equivalent of the druids in Beaumont. Though unlike the druids who draw upon the power of the Nemeton, Kanzaki is attuned with the power of yin and yang - which are the energies that flow among all living beings, and could tell when and where the balance is disrupted within the town through a special compass that he owned. If this case happened, it could only mean that something with exceptional negative energy must have appeared and shadow the positive energy of a whole area.

"Get yourself and your friends out of there immediately. Whatever that is happening there, you won't leave unscathed if you confront it directly." Kanzaki urged.

"Got it. I'm onto it now." Hiroto agreed wholeheartedly to his roommate. If there was someone he could trust even if the sky falls, it definitely would be Kanzaki. He put his phone away and turned to PJ, "Hey, it seemed that this isn't a false alarm. I heard that there's a problem with the electrical system or something and a fire could start, so they're probably thinking it's better safe than sorry."

Looking around, Hiroto saw that his other friends were nowhere to be seen. He had to look for them before something happened. He was thinking if he should bring PJ along, but it would be too much of a risk. "You go ahead and leave with everyone. I promise I'll catch up with you later. Just call me if anything pops up, 'kay?" Hiroto winked to his friend and left for the other exit of the gym where he saw Thomas leaving earlier.

Foxes are known for their acute sense of smell, and Hiroto was no different. It was not difficult for him to pick up Thomas' trail of scent. Summoning his katana and held it in his hand, he cautiously navigated through the dark hall. He halted when he saw a figure just up ahead running towards him, and thankfully, it was exactly the person he was looking for, still in one piece.

"Hey Tommy, it's me Hiro. You good? Oh..." He called out to Thomas, yet was taken aback upon seeing that he was turning into his kanima form, for some reasons. "Okay, okay, no worries. This should help..." Hiroto waved his hand and conjured a cloud of mist that wrapped around Thomas. A layer of illusion was placed upon the boy that made him look as if he had never turned.

"That should do it. It will only last for the evening though so we need to get out of here before anyone see you." Hiroto smiled, "But first things first, have you come across the others? Something real bad had just turned up."

And suddenly, an ultrasonic scream boomed throughout the area seemed to have given the answer to Hiroto's question. Its' deafening volume wasn't a good combination with Hiroto's sense of hearing, which caused him to cover his ears with his palms and his face distorted in discomfort until it ended. "A banshee's scream? But the only banshee around here is... Olivia, right?"

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“Reags, I really think you should leave with me. Look I can explain it, but you’ve got to go with everyone else. Just fucking listen to me for once.” Brooks attempted to plead with her, which surprised her. Since when did she need protection? Yet something in his voice - an inflection in tone or just the fact that he’s standing out there trying to get her to leave made her feel like he was hiding something. Of course he was, though. Everyone she ever knew was hiding something from her - treating her like some little girl that needed protection from a world she didn’t understand. It took her dad dying for anyone to offer her a sliver of truth. Now that she had it, there was always that one person that didn’t want her to. Brook didn’t want her to. He never did.

Then there was a scream, and she pressed her palms against her ears. A wince crinkled her features; the discordant noise threatening to bust her poor eardrums. What the fuck was that?!

“Uh, never mind Reagan, don’t come out! Liam’s here. He’s um-“ He’s um - what?! When she tried to open the door to go take care of supernatural business, she found a hard time getting past Brook’s resistance. He was a lacrosse player, after all, and so there was no denying his fitness level. “Naked?” She started to bang on the door. And she banged. And she banged. It became an angry banging that alternated from both fists colliding with the door to sometimes her palms slapping against it. "Let me out, Brook! Let me out before I fucking - ugh!"

No threat followed. Brook was trying really hard to formulate one obnoxious lie after the other, but he was horrifically bad at it. “Yeah naked. Like, super naked. You don’t want to see this. I think it was, like, a prank” Liam wandering down the hallways naked as a prank? Who did Brook think she was?! She continued to bang on the door some more until there was finally nothing. Nothing but the commotion in the hallways, but it sounded like Brook had left. It was so sudden that she actually thought that something must have snatched him up.

”Brook?” She pressed the side of her face and a palm against the bathroom door, listening to anything. ”Are you still there?” So she did the only thing she could do, she placed her hands on the door handle and cautiously opened it. After she poked her head out quietly, she saw him. She didn’t hear him because she didn’t have supernatural ears, but she saw him. Not only him but someone else. She squinted her eyes. No, that was something else. Luckily for Brooks, Reagan couldn't be sure.

She rifled through her clutch, stuffing a taser in the only place she knew she could - between her boobs, and pulled out a ring dagger. There wasn't much that she could carry, and something told her that she wasn't going to have an easy time getting to her car to retrieve her bow. Not to mention that there was a gaggle of students out there doing god knows what. Oh, and teachers. Oh, and probably the sheriff and the fire department. If they weren't there already, they would be soon.

With dagger in hand, Reagan slowly began to inch her way into the hallway. She shot 'Liam' a glance, but she wasn't stupid. If Brooks was speaking to him, then maybe it meant that there was a reason for it. A perfectly innocent reason that he was going to explain to her later because she thought she deserved to know. She would have approached the half man half beast to take a closer look, and perhaps there was even a moment when Liam was looking at her, and she looking at him. It was a quiet moment where her heartbeat was quick, but not a fearful quick - it was something else entirely. Maybe some part of her knew the truth - sought some familiarity, and now he knew that something really wasn't right with Venandi.

She looked up, however, caught by the pitter-patter of something above them in the air vents. This confrontation would have to wait another day because there was clearly something else in the school with them. She had long since taken off her heels in the bathroom, leaving her bare feet to the mercy of bare floors that were not always the cleanest. But damn, it was hard to run in a pair of pumps. She turned away from 'Liam' and began to seek out the other beast, trying to track Amanda Kyle down.

That path led her to both the Chimera and Riley. Riley looked like she was ready to pounce on her (she'd kill herself later for that punny thought once she finds out that Riley is a werecoyote). She stopped short of the pair, her eyes locked with the Chimera. It's eyes were abyssmal in nature - very much like looking into a dark well with no hope of there being a bottom. However, she soon found herself also looking over at the blond, uncertain as to what brought her here. Why didn't she leave with the rest of the students? Oh, but then she took a cautious step forward to get a better look of the shapeshifted face.

"Riley?" she inquired calmly and confused. It was the blond locks, the familiar attire. It felt like her gut dropped to her feet. She suspected there might be supernaturals at school, but she didn't think they were so close to her all this time.

She couldn't focus on that now. The Chimera's throat rumbled with a threatening growl. Amanda flexed those deadly clawed fingers, and then ran. She first went to the side, only to kick off of the wall and propel herself at none other than its biggest threat - Riley. Her feet and arms were outstretched, aimed to take the Werecoyote down and pin her to the floor for a good slashing.

It looked like Reagan would be working with Riley tonight. The Hunter took off, hoping to aid the girl beast thing in some way. She tried to jump on the Chimera's back, but Amanda was bloody and it was hard to get a solid grip. Even then, Reagan as only human. Before she could even wrap an arm around her or raise the blade to attack, Amanda reached behind her, grabbed Reagan by the arm, and flung her into a nearby wall. To Riley's advantage, the Chimera was no longer focused on slashing her. For now. Amanda was still on top of the Werecoyote, but the attention was elsewhere.

As Reagan's body flew, the taser became dislodged from her cleavage (whatever of it there was), and smacked the floor next to Riley.

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For a few silent, and terrifyingly eery moments, Riley was locked in a staredown with whatever, or more so whoever was in the vents above. Neither one broke their thousand mild glare as they seemed to be looking into each other's soul, and then some. The creature in the vent had slowly made its way down, stepping softly onto the cold floor beneath it, eyeing Riley up. Which gave her the proper amount of time to get a look over for who she was looking at. The familiar hair, the height, the face, albeit it had changed, but the scent remained the same. It was a girl she has seen in a few classes, she remembered her name and face, that was about it. Amanda Kyle, her brain told her. Was supposedly going to be someone's date, but didn't show up. Now she knew why she already took a bite out of one of their classmates. A small growl erupted passed the Werecoyote's throat, trying to seem more intimidating than she really was, to be honest, she was absolutely terrified and would have wished to have been able to leave and forget this ever happened. Or even better yet, this could all have been a dream. One since twisted dream her nightmare wracked brain concocted up. But she knew all too well this was real and happening before her very eyes, especially when she heard soft footsteps stop behind her, an all too familiar scent. Reagen Venandi, Great, she thought to herself. First having to fight, whatever Amanda was now wasn't already bad enough, now a human had seen here. This wasn't going to end well.

Riley kept her face looking towards the creature across from her, never giving it the time to attack without her noticing as she spoke with a soft and low voice, "Reagan. I swear this is not what it looks like. I'm not your enemy, that is-" she said as she nodded towards Amanada, "You don't have to believe me, but trust me, I wasn't here to hurt anyone, not until-" without any warning, Amanda lunged forwards towards Riley, slamming her into the hard surface below. Suddenly the Chimera had her pinned, slowly lowering its head as it looked at Riley, giving her a low and predatory growl, finally going for a few slashes with her clawed hands. Riley was only able to growl back and push with all of her strength as she was clawed at, merely light cuts were all that Amanda had gotten out of her slash fury as Riley extended her arms, pushing her as far away as she could. "Fuck off, Amanda" she growled as she struggled with the Chimera, trying to pry her off of her. While she was struggling, she hadn't realized that Reagan had decided to go in for an attack of her own, but it only managed to help distract the Chimera for a moment as the human was swatted away like a paper ball, and into the lockers against the wall.

A low and angry growl escaped her lips as she witnessed what had happened. Reagan, help? It didn't make much sense, but seeing as how Riley hadn't attacked the human, she didn't pose herself as a threat to the human, at least not tonight. With the Chimera distracted, Riley thought of what to do, seeing something beside her she grabbed it, realizing what it was. A small, sly grin formed on her face as she held it, slowly moving her finger onto the trigger, "Fuck you, bitch." she snapped, with inhuman speed she took the taser and slammed it into the beast's side, allowing the electricity to flow through the Chimera for a few moments as the beasts reeled back in pain, falling off of Riley and onto the floor beside her. Riley panted heavily as she rose to her feet, tossing the taser back to the Hunter, never taking her eyes off of Amanda who laid on the floor, twitching and convulsing due to the unexpecting attack. For a brief moment she looked off to the side to see Reagan slowly regaining her composure due to being slammed against the wall like she had, for a brief moment her anger vanished, her eyes going back to their normal green, "Venandi, you need to get out of here. It isn't safe. I promise I will explain everything, just not now." she said, looking back at the Chimera, who twitched some more, then stopped moving all together. Riley looked back to Reagan, her features slowly turning back to their normal appearance as she regained her composure, "I'm not your enemy, Reagan. I-I would have told you about this some other time, when it was more appropriate. But I'm not here to hurt you, or anyone else." she said softly, looking back at Amanda..."Wait...Where'd she go?" she muttered, seeing the spot where Amanda was prior, was now empty, except for a small puddle of blood, leading off until it stopped.

"This...Isn't good. We need to get out of here, now. She's someone else's problem now, the others. They can handle it better than we can." she said insistently. Riley looked at Reagan for a moment, then down the hallway into the gymnasium, the only light was a flickering and strobing light that gave the room an eery tone if the fact there wasn't a predator in this school making things bad enough.

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