Announcements: Initiative: Promoting Forum Roleplay » Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat β€” the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Platonic numbers » No complaints (a little bit of rappin) » Any multi-player roleplay videogamers here? » Needing a woman's perspective on a concept » Gluts and Gaps » Universal Basic Income » Impending Pursuit Q&A » Eudaimonia » Loot! » Natural Kinds » I have a funny idea » Life in the 21st century. » Song of the Runes » Plato’s Beard » Clues » Nihilism » Strange Tales From Hadean » Art Gulag [ Come get this Commish! ] » Visibility of Private Universes & Profile Customisation » Presuppositionalism »

Players Wanted: Players wanted for a science fiction adventure. » Players needed for Fantasy Romance reboot » One(1) male & Two(2) Female Roles OPEN <3 » Talmora: Kingdom of magic » Looking For A New Partner » Hellboy characters » 18+ Writing Partner [Fantasy, Romance, Etc.] » 18+, Multi-Para to Novella Writers please! » Looking for roleplayers » Fun tale full of angels, demons, and humans » Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life Ω©( Β΄ο½₯шο½₯)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. »

Bellingstone

Bellingstone

0 INK

Though seemingly normal from the outside, the town of Bellingstone harbors its own secrets - a population of "supernaturals" that live in the presence of an ever-increasing population of unassuming humans.

9,391 readers have visited Bellingstone since Scarlet Loup created it.

Introduction

Image




ImageImage
Nestled half an hour outside of Pittsburgh is the once-sleepy town of Bellingstone, Pennsylvania. Its small-town aura, mixed with its proximity to the city, makes it a charming, suburban paradise. Time has caught up with the town, adding a new hustle-and-bustle to everyday life, but it has retained a peaceful air about it - one that the residents have spent decades trying to cultivate.

You see, Bellingstone was product of an unlikely friendship in the early 1800s - Felix Wolff and Ivan Moreau. The two immigrants struck up a close friendship in New York over their shared characteristics in a country that was no more welcoming to their kind than their previous homes. Felix came from a long line of German werewolves, whereas Ivan had lived for centuries as a vampire. Looking to found a community for their kinds to be safe from the threat of humans, they ventured West and bought up land in the mountains.

With the assistance of werewolves and vampires alike, the town seemed to appear almost overnight. By winter 1818, Bellingstone had become a fully-functioning town that was, more or less, completely concealed from the rest of the world. By word of mouth alone, supernatural beings heard of the community and ventured out to find it, allowing the town to flourish. By the time the Civil War had come and gone, a few hundred residents populated Bellingstone. All was peaceful until after World War II.

The Interstate Highway System was developed for the purpose of making life easier for those living in Pennsylvania, but for the residents of Bellingstone, it added a new concern - hiding from the humans who passed through the town for a quick bite or a refuel. Eventually, though, the same people returned until a small human population found root in Bellingstone. The town completely changed, having become a must-see tourist stop, and it just about lost its small town vibe as the population of humans within the town grew to equal and then overwhelm the population of supernaturals.

And so, our story begins in the year of 2017 on a quiet, Saturday morning in late spring. A warm day, a day for book club gossip among the vampires, afternoon dips in the lake for the mermaids, and whatever it is humans do on such a day. The charming facade of the town may fool some, but there has been tension brewing for decades now. The sudden death of the previous mayor has unnerved most, and the upcoming election, and its surprise candidate, has many alarmed.




Image
those wolves that live within the Bellingstone Pack

Image
Axel Wolff || 31 || Alpha Male || Self-Employed, Owns Felix's Diner || FC: Brandon Flowers || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

Image
Sydney Green || 29 || Alpha Female || Waitress at Felix's Diner || FC: Blake Lively || TAKEN: Sunshine and Whiskey

Image
Junsoo Moon || 26 || Beta Male || Bartender; Dance Instructor || FC: Byun Baekhyun || TAKEN: SleepingInTheGardens

Image
Payton Wright || 26 || Beta Female || Electrician || FC: Gabriella Wilde || TAKEN: maloneyc16

Image
Ellis Bleddyn || 32 || Author ||FC: Andrew Lee Potts || TAKEN: usernamesareadrag


Name || Age || Occupation ||Face Claim || OPEN


Name || Age || Occupation ||Face Claim || OPEN




Image
a not-so-affectionate nickname for the vampire population of Bellingstone

Image
Ivan Moreau || 277 || Librarian || FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

Image
Benjamin Young || 117 || Doctor || FC: Matt Bomer || TAKEN: maloneyc16

Image
Ophelia Hawthorne || 267 || Music Teacher || FC: Lana Del Rey || TAKEN: BleedingLover

Image
Name || Age || Occupation || FC: Alicia Vikander || RESERVED: ItsViolet

Image
Ember Payne || 122 || Homeschooled; Crafting || FC: Elle Fanning || TAKEN: BurningBridges

Image
Lucy Payne || 128 || Secretary at Payne Auto Body Shop || FC: Dakota Fanning || TAKEN: Lilac

Image
Theodore Payne || 137 || Mechanic || FC: Christopher Mason || TAKEN: BurningBridges



Image
those who can not be categorized including humans, minor populations, and actual lone wolves

Image
Albrecht Wolff || 35 || Ex-Alpha Male, Werewolf || Lawyer, Mayoral Candidate || FC: Lee Pace || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

Image
Adelaide Renuex || 36 || Witch || Sheriff of Bellingstone || FC: Angelina Jolie || TAKEN: la.lune

Image
Oscar Stein || 37 || Warlock || Co-owns "Escape"; Mayoral Candidate || FC: Michael Fassbender || TAKEN: Sunshine and Whiskey

Image
Valerie Alastair || 140 || Faerie || Journalist || FC: Margot Robbie || TAKEN: nations

Image
Syth Flicker || 24 || Witch || Librarian || FC: Adelaide Kane || TAKEN: JackiiLogi

Image
Poppy Clarke || 26 || Human || Art Conservator || FC: Poppy Chanelle || TAKEN: Girl2Fine2

Image
Andre Clarke || 30 || Human || Co-owns and bartends "Escape" || FC: Don Benjamin || TAKEN: Girl2Fine2

Toggle Rules

1. Please respect the feelings and thoughts of all roleplayers in this thread. We are all here for the same reasons and we all deserve to be treated in a kind, courteous manner. Any fights outside of the roleplay must be taken outside of the roleplay. Please do not rope any third-parties into arguments. OOC is for courteous conversation and suggestion, not bullying nor fighting.

2. Godmodding, bunnying, and metagaming are strictly prohibited. Godmodding is defined as cheating the system so your character is virtually invincible. This is similar to the term "mary-sue" or "gary-sue" in a way. Godmodding usually involves a character leaving a battle unscathed. This also includes unapproved hits and/or kills. Bunnying is the use of another character, who is neither your own nor an NPC, without the permission of the character's owner. When your character is attacking, assume each hit misses. When your character is defending, make sure to allow a believable amount of punches/kicks/etc. to hit your character. The term metagaming refers to accidentally or purposely using outside knowledge that affects the roleplay. For example, if your character knows of a sneak-attack, yet wasn't present at the discussion of it, then it is improbable and considered metagaming.

3. Keep your characters consistent with their personality! Make sure their decisions reflect the way they would actually think or act and not how you personally would think or act.

4. Try to keep the gender ratio equal. Also, try to make characters of various backgrounds and age groups. Diversity is essential to keeping a roleplay exciting. I'd love to see old and young characters!

5. Please, please do not post one-liners in the roleplay. Each post should be a paragraph at minimum. I'd love a minimum of 300 words, but that doesn't always work in dialogue situations, I know. Just try to elaborate as much as possible. Use imagery and describe your characters thoughts, feelings, etc. Flesh them out!

6. Use proper grammar and spelling, please!

7. I understand that life becomes hectic and we become busy but please try to post as often as possible and please do not leave anyone hanging in a roleplay. It isn't fun waiting around days for a response, and it isn't fair to everyone else. Please post in the OOC or private message me if any conflicts come up that will last over forty-eight hours -- or twenty-four hours if it is your turn to post.

8. You must provide the species of your character in the reservation. It is preferred that you choose your faceclaim in your reservation message as well. Reservations will last for forty-eight hours unless you contact me. If no one else has placed a claim on your character, you are welcome to continuing working on them, but I ask that if you have failed to meet the deadline and someone has already submitted, that you step down. You may also add new members to the roleplay. I would like to fill up the roles I have already created. I ask that reservations be made in the OOC, please. You will also find the character skeleton there. Please note, there are other species available, and you can request for new species to be added!

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 12 authors

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Axel Wolff
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image



Image



In Albrecht Wolff's humble opinion, he had been doing a damned good job of staying under the radar since he had returned to Bellingstone. Had being the key word, of course, for it had only been two days, and he had gone ahead and filed his formal candidacy for mayor the evening before. It had been two weeks now since Jethro's death, and the town had finally come to the conclusion that a new mayor would need to be appointed, lest the balance be lost. It had been the perfect opportunity to slide into the political spectrum, for with a surprise election, proper petitioning could hardly be called upon. The town needed a mayor now.

With his application filed, however, that meant he had been thrust once more into the spotlight, something he had managed to stay out of for six years now. No doubt the newspapers would run with the story over the next day or so, and he'd hate to see that as his first interaction with the people he had left all of those years ago. It had been easy enough to hide in his house or run to his car to go to the city for work, but it was Saturday, and he knew that with the weather, he'd find a majority of the town out and about.

And so, he ran about the house, looking for a pair of sneakers which he had already managed to misplace in his hurried unpacking. But there they were, propped up beside the fridge, and he tied them up with ease. There was nothing that screamed "normal" or "trustworthy" quite like an early morning jogger. Shoving his keys into his pocket, he took in a small breath and let it out before stepping outside.

He began slowly, holding a pace that allowed him to slow down to speak with passerbys but also didn't seem too conspicuous, and made his way down the street towards the center of town.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Axel Wolff
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image



Image



It was probably for the best that Axel hadn't heard of his brother's candidacy, nor, for that matter, of the elder Wolff's return to Bellingstone. Certainly, that would have led to some sort of late-night bloodshed, and with the death of Jethro Clarke, the town certainly didn't need any more drama.

While Albrecht prepared himself for the first step on his campaign trail, Axel had already been in town for at least half an hour now, heating up the stove and generally preparing the diner for an influx of company. While not the most profitable endeavor in the town, the diner still held a great significance to Axel. He remembered the days of clambering into a barstool while his father worked the counter. Every once in a while, he'd pass the boy a crayon or an apple, and Axel had done his part in entertaining customers with childish babble.

In those days, Al had raced between tables, his height already remarkable and making him a lanky mess. He would also stop by Axel's seat, but only to nudge a crayon off of the counter or kick the foot of the chair. It had been that way for years - until, of course, Axel had learned to cook. It was the only thing he truly, honest to God, knew how to do, and perhaps that was why he found it as a sort of safety blanket. Certainly, it had saved him from Albrecht's wrath for the better part of his days.

But now Al was gone, and he had been gone so it didn't matter any longer. Axel pulled himself out of his reverie as he finished wiping the same front counter where he and his brother had so often fought. He had to continue preparing him for what the day had in store -- not that he knew the true extent of what he faced.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Sydney Green
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

S Y D N E Y . G R E E N
___________________________________

Image
____________________________________
Hex; #D58223
Location; Wolff's Diner

___________________________________
For the first time in a long time, she hasn't been able to sleep at night. Her mind kept playing back certain rumors that was circulating around the town of Bellingstone and she just could not believe them. Sydney tried to tell herself that the rumors weren't true but something inside of her knew that the town's gossip was indeed true. After she did her usual routine in the morning, she got dressed for her shift at the diner in a few minutes. She let out a soft sigh as she tied her long, blonde locks of hair into a high ponytail and grabbed her cell phone, sending a text towards Axel.

To: Axel
I'll be there shortly. :)


Once she sent that message, Sydney grabbed her car keys from her dresser and rushed through the front, unlocking her vehicle and getting inside then cranked up the engine. As she began to drive off from her home, Sydney had started to wonder to herself where on earth could Albrecht be and how come he hasn't tried to reach out to her if he has come back to town. She wanted to shake these thoughts from her mind but that really wasn't happening anytime soon, which sucked because she doesn't like feeling this way. After she drove for a few more moments, she had finally made it to the diner but sat in her car for a moment while she wondered to herself if Axel has heard of Albrecht's return and if he did, why hasn't he said anything to her or the pack about it.

Sydney had to ask Axel about it to see if he really know anything or not. That was her ultimate goal whenever she was to enter the diner. She got out of her vehicle and closed the door behind her, locking her car with a simple click of a button. Sydney pushed open the door that led to the inside of the diner and immediately sought out Axel, who was wiping off the front counter. With intent in her eyes, she went behind the counter and stood beside Axel, arms folded over her chest and her left brow raised. "So, hear anything interesting lately, Axel?" She questioned him in a sort of sassy tone then adjusted herself so that she could walk away from him momentarily, placing her belongings in the appropriate area and grabbed her apron, pen and pad before she went back to stand beside Axel, once more. "Please tell me that the rumors are not true about Albrecht's return." She stated towards Axel as she proceeded to count the register, just to make sure they have enough money and change for the day. As she awaited for Axel to respond, Sydney leaned on the top of the counter that he had just wiped down, her eyebrows raised up towards him again.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by nations
β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image

β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ
xxearth faerie β–Ύ journalist β–Ύ profile
-
-
-
V A L E R I E ALASTAIR
Red heels tapped against the sidewalk as Valerie walked out from a boutique whose window displayed the season's newest collection of dresses. On her left arm hung her purse and bags. Fashion had decided to go with bold colors and patterns, much to the faerie's liking.

The pleasant weather had encouraged Valerie to come out to the town center this early in the morning and she was glad that at least it was paying off so far. She usually opted out of going out in the day during the weekends, instead staying home after her morning jog to tend to her plants and read, since she preferred to rest and go out to the city for a drink at night.

Valerie had been out and about throughout the whole week; with the murder case still being investigated and after finding out that there would be elections held from the mayor's office, Valerie had been forced to work more out in the town by the newspaper. While the idea of covering such topics did interest Valerie, considering that there had been very little to write about in Bellingstone since she arrived several years ago, the faerie couldn't help but be worn down by the hours she was forced to be in her human form.

And now, she had begun to hear rumors Albrecht being back. Valerie didn't know him despite living in Bellingstone while he was still here, but the mayor's office had let her into a little secret that had caught her attention. Although she hadn't started working on a story yet and looked further into it, she was interested in picking up some information today while she was at it.

Pursing her lips, Valerie looked at the streets through her sunglasses, remembering a reason why she never went out this early into town: she could never find enough things to do to fill her time until lunch. Afer a few seconds, she took a left. The diner was a couple of blocks down. A cup of tea never displeased her and she could always find something or someone on the way there.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oscar Stein
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

O S C A R . S T E I N
___________________________________

Image
____________________________________
Hex; #0C2A0C
Location;
His home | Center of Bellingstone
___________________________________
Oscar woke up feeling good and he does not even know why though he didn't want to question it either. He was up and about within his home as he wandered around for a minute before he stood in front of the sink, washing the remaining dishes in his sink from his breakfast. From there, Oscar went out to his front yard, grabbing the newspaper off of his porch in the process then continued to walk towards his mailbox to check to see if the mailman has came yet. Nothing. With the shrug of his shoulders, Oscar turned heel and made the small trek back towards the inside of his home, closing and locking the door behind him.

Luckily, he had scheduled himself to be off today so that he can get out there and campaign for his mayoral candidate. Oscar didn't really have a slogan or anything of the sort but he'll just go out there and see if he can get people to think of him whenever they vote. He sat down in a nearby chair and went to read his newspaper but looked at the time then put it away so that he could read it later.

Oscar showered and steamed his suit then got dressed up, spraying a few dabs of cologne here and there upon his body. He knew that in order to get people on his side that he had to impress them, some kind of way. Oscar hadn't really thought much about his candidacy but he suddenly started to wonder if he had made a mistake. After his thought process wavered, he looked himself over in the mirror before he made a walk towards his front door, grabbing his Tahoe keys and cell phone then walked out. Oscar made sure his door was locked before he continued on his journey. He did not know where to start, honestly but as he drove around, he ended within the proximity of the town's center and parked his Tahoe in the nearby parking lot then got out. The day and weather was perfect to get start his campaign.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Andre Clarke Character Portrait: Oscar Stein
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

_____________________________________
_____________________________________

J U N S O O. M O O N

Image
location Escape Bar & Grill
dialogue color #008080

_____________________________________
_____________________________________

For as long as June could remember, Bellingstone’s Escape Bar and Grill had always been a highly trafficked spot within the town, but today it seemed to be bustling with intensity, a steady stream of customers rushing in and out. The majority of them stopped by the bar, managing to keep him on his toes his entire shift in complete contrast to the last day he had worked the drinks. Between Gin n’ Tonics and numerous shots of Whiskey, Junsoo knew the reason for the influx of activity. It was a secret to no one that there would be elections for a new mayor soon, and especially not to one June Moon who knew well that his boss was off somewhere to campaign. On top of that was the rumors traveling through the supernatural grapevines about a certain warewolf making his way back to town, and though June himself had never met the man in person, he knew him by name and name was more than enough.

”June boy...” the familiar voice brought the small bartender out of his thick train of thought, lifting his chin up to meet a pair of hazel eyes staring back at him intently. Replying with a simple smile and cheerful ”Hey”, his hands set to prepare a White Russian, the man’s usual order. ”Missed you yesterday” the deep voice added, tapping a finger to his cheek. ”Dance class” the young wolf said simply, setting the glass of creamy liquid on the counter. Long fingers brushed over his for a fraction of a second before pulling the cup away and up to the man’s lips. A satisfied smile spread across his chizled face after setting it back down. ”Is there anything you can’t do?” Junsoo’s rounded cheeks threatened to tint a soft shade of pink. It may not have been the first time to be complimented by Mr. Perfect jawline, but the reaction had always been the same, as it was any other time he was praised.

”Where do I start?” he joked, earning a baritone laugh from the customer. It wasn’t uncommon for June to be flirted with during work hours, and it seemed that the less mind he paid them, the more they came back. Perhaps that was the secret as to why the owners opted to keep him around. Then again, no one could argue against his alcohol mixing skills. As talented with his hands as he is with his body, Junsoo was born to make art, regardless of what kind of art it was. He may not characteristically be Beta wolf material, but there's no denying he brought something to the small pack that no other pack member did, even if Junsoo himself failed to see that. "Do Clarke and Stein know that you're their best money maker? They better keep you close before someone comes and snatches you." The dark haired boy responded with a small laugh, turning his back to the blonde at the counter to tend to another order, He didn't bother to give a proper answer, reasoning that what the man said was nothing more than a joke to send his cheeks ablaze. He was convinced that the food served there made the money, not hi drinks and much less his innocent features.

His eyes danced around the room as familiar faces made their way inside. In a small town it happened much too often. He could feel the man's eyes still on him as he prepared the machines for the bundles of orders that would undoubtedly be coming very soon.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────
Image
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Poppy Clarke Apartment
Dialogue Color ✦ #E8ADAA
Thought Color ✧ #985D5A




────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────
Image
_____ T H EXP R O T E C T O R _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Poppy Clarke Apartment
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



"Please tell me that you didn't know that Albrecht Wolff was back in town and campaigning for mayor," Poppy demanded as she rushed through the front door of her apartment. The delicious notes of buttermilk, freshly baked cake, butter, and sweet maple syrup wafted in the air as she closed the door behind her, but Poppy didn't linger. She threw her keys and Samsung on the chair near the front door and marched to the opening of the kitchen; her brother hadn't even turned around from flipping from the last pancake off the griddle. "Dre," she called evenly, knowing that he had heard her when she first came in. He was fully dressed now, probably ready to go to Escape since Oscar was apparently not going to be there. On her run through the town and a small path to the woods, she had stopped through Escape to open it up for Andre and unlock it for one of the cooks who had forgotten their keys. Her brother would have to man the place for the day without the assistance of his business partner. "It's not in good taste."

"It's been two weeks, Pops," he replied sagely, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he took the dirty bowl and placed it in the sink to wash it in the soapy dishwater he had prepared. "We're allowed to still be in mourning. Not an entire town. What's not in good taste is a town going another week without a leader." It wasn't to say that Andre was particularly happy about the upcoming election. He had been warned the day before his father's funeral that candidates would be up and about. They would be the first ones to pay their condolences, which was how he had come to the knowledge that Albrecht Wolff had returned to town. The man hadn't come to him nor had he made his presence known to Poppy, but Andre had spotted him at his family's home after the funeral wishing his aunt condolences before slinking out as if he had never come in the first place. But as soon as the pleasantries had to be over, the wannabe politicians of the town would come out of their corners, hungry gazes fixed on his father's position and the power and influence that came with it. One of those candidates happened to be his own business partner, Oscar, and Andre didn't think little of him. But, much like Poppy, Andre knew he was sensitive to the lingering grief that came after his father's death. It just so happened that he was a lot better at compartmentalizing it. He didn't have to glance at her to note the twisted expression on his sister's sweaty face. "But Albrecht Wolff left years ago? Shouldn't he at least have...another year of being back before trying to campaign for anything?" Andre tossed her a look. "Let it alone, Pops, and come eat your food. I made pancakes and bacon and the water for your tea is almost done." As if summoned by a mere mention, the old-fashioned teakettle her aunt had bought her upon Poppy moving out whistled, the shrill sound startling her enough to hurry into her kitchen to take it off the stove eye and turn said eye off. "I'm not hungry," she grumbled, but definitely reached into one of the cabinets to get a large mug and retrieved a tea bag from her box of Yorkshire Gold tea.

Andre, however, was not having her petulance. He wiped his hands free of soap and water, scooped up the plate that had both three fluffy pancakes and three slices of thick-cut bacon, grabbed the bottle of fresh maple syrup from the market, and set them both beside her elbow as she steeped her tea. "Don't be a brat," he told her and kissed the top of her head. Poppy scrunched her nose up, feigning disgust from the affection. It only made a whisper of a smirk appear on Andre's face before he pulled away and fixed her with a sharp look. Despite being much healthier than her formative years and being quite capable of taking care of herself, Andre was never going to not care for his little (and only) sister and Poppy still ignored her body's desire to eat on occasion. "I mean it, eat. And don't worry about the Wolffs, alright? Neither of them are your concern anymore and neither is this race." His father's death still stung and it was something that still was going to make Andre worthy; the timing was off and there was no way in hell Andre could wrap his head around his father just dying out of nowhere. And it was pretty convenient for it to be the mayor of all people and now suddenly so many different people, not just the two he knew a little bit better, wanting the newly open position. But neither he nor Poppy were allowed to worry about the mayoral campaign or who was going to sit in their father's chair next anymore. That was the simple truth of the matter, regardless of whether or not Poppy wanted that to be the case.

"I'm gonna be at Escape all day since Oscar's not. Check with Auntie Chinny. She's staying at the house for another week. Take her to get her nails done or something, get her out the house," Andre instructed as he headed towards the front door and Poppy followed with her mug, having already added her milk and sugar. She rolled her eyes at him. "Pretty sure we both can find a way to entertain ourselves without your input, Dad," she replied dryly, and then winced. It was still too early for one of their most common and harmless jokes. Andre's face didn't betray the twinge of hurt that crawled up his spine. "And don't forget to eat and don't worry about the - " Poppy didn't want to hear anymore of it. "I get it, I get it. Don't worry about blah, blah, blah. Get out already," she exclaimed, pushing him out impatiently and closing the door, behind her, leaning her forehead against the hard wood for a moment longer than normal. Sighing, she turned around and glanced at the chair she had thrown her things onto, eyeing her phone for a moment. A small part of her longed to pick up the device and call Axel, even if she didn't know if he had ever actually changed his number. But just as she truly considered it, another sigh drifted past her plump lips and Poppy clenched her fist, turning away from it and returning to the kitchen. Even she couldn't resist the allure of pancakes. They were her favorite breakfast food, after all.

It didn't take Andre long to get to Escape considering the fact that it was practically on the other corner opposite, of Poppy's apartment, and he immediately headed towards the bar, offering both waves and a few exchanges of pleasantries and head nods before getting there. He allowed his gaze to rove over the bustling room before fully acknowledging Junsoo, a ghost of a smile pulling at the right corner of his mouth. "Hey, been handling everything alright today?" It was early, but the time of day didn't stop people from acting out. Especially when they were allowed alcohol.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Lilac
Image
Image

The transition that came with moving to Bellingstone still had not settled down for Ember. Out of her family, she was the one who was probably the most resistant to the change, actually, even if she didn't dislike the town as a whole. She wasn't used to living around other supernatural beings. She had met other supernaturals before, but never had she and her siblings settled down in a town with them. They were more used to living on the outskirts of human towns, sometimes in isolated and minutely-populated places where the nearest neighboring house couldn't be seen for miles, or sometimes in more crowded areas where their arrival and departure wasn't given much thought. Small towns like this, where everyone seemed to know everyone, wasn't their thing, but Ember wasn't opposed to it. If anything, that was the one thing that her siblings were more fearful of, but when it came to her, she liked the socialization. What she disliked were the rules. Never before had she been expected to feed off of animal blood. The thought alone, she would tell you, was enough to make her sick to her stomach. That was why it wasn't a rule that she followed. It wasn't the only rule that she broke frequently, but it was probably the most serious. In her defense, she knew better than to feed off of any humans in Bellingstone, or even in the surrounding communities. She felt like it was dramatic, but most of the time, TJ insisted on driving them out of the state once a week just so that Ember could have her way and feed off of humans. By the end of the week, she was usually itching for more, but she never gave in to her siblings' pleas for her to just settle for animal blood while they were in Bellingstone. It was stubborn, illegal and immoral, especially when they were living in a town founded off of the idea that multiple species could co-exist without one killing the other, but Ember never felt remorse for her human victims. It was just something that had to happen, and though she personally didn't feel the need to keep it a secret, she did, just out of respect for her siblings who she knew weren't interested in having to move again so soon.

She always hunted at night, and only a couple of hours ago did she, Theo and Lucy arrive back home from their weekly out of state trip for her. Since sleep wasn't a necessity for vampires, all that Ember felt when they got home was re-energized. Walking into Felix's diner still meant that her eyes immediately fell upon the humans that were sitting there, some in booths and others at tables or at the counter, as it was impossible for her to ignore how sweet they smelled even when she wasn't hungry, but it was nothing she needed to act upon. "Good morning my little darlings," she sang in a voice that was overly sweet as she helped herself to a seat at the counter. Axel and Sydney were there, two people who Ember interacted with regularly on Saturdays. It was sort of a ritual for her to come to the diner for breakfast, and sometimes other meals throughout the week. Her brother refused to frequent the place because of his own personal issues with werewolves as a whole, so in part, the habit began simply as a way to annoy him. It had grown though once she realized that there was amusement in bothering the employees of the diner, and since Ember often found herself bored, getting under people's skin had become her favorite pastime. "I would like a menu and for you to let me know what you have that's gluten, GMO, sugar and fat free," she stated happily, knowing good and well that the werewolves across the counter knew that human food wasn't necessarily or beneficial at all to vampires. She was only pretending that she was on some strict diet, of course, but making their lives a bit harder only made hers more fun.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Oscar Stein Character Portrait: Adelaide Renuex
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by la.lune
β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ
Image
─────────────────────────────────
A D E L A I D E x R E N U E X
─────────────────────────────────
Location - Sheriff's Office
Outfit - x
β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ β–ˆ
Adelaide had risen with the sun. The death of a mayor anywhere was enough to shake a town, but in a place like Bellingstone, Adelaide could only see things going downhill from here.

Reaching the Sheriff's office at precisely 5:30 am, Adelaide greeted the nightshift workers who were just beginning to head home. Her hair pulled back into a tight bun, Adelaide runs her hands over her black work pants to straighten them before heading into her small office. The walls were covered in her late father's awards and accomplishments. Adelaide hadn't the heart to change anything about the office since she had moved into it, after her father's passing.

Seated in front of her computer, Adelaide's fingers typed frantically on the keyboard, writing up a response to the coroners report she had just received the night before. No one suspected foul play yet, but Adelaide was more than just a little suspicious about the information the coroners report had revealed. No blood, bar from a smudge on the mayor's collar. How curious - A shaving cut they had said. The majority of people who worked with Adelaide were humans, and as such, oblivious to Bellingstone's supernatural population. Adelaide, on the other hand, was a part of that population and was all too familiar with their goings on.

Despite not having any concrete leads, Adelaide decides to clear her head with a patrol around the town - besides, it couldn't hurt to question some of the townsfolk about any suspicious activity recently.

Noticing her deputy entering the office, Adelaide sends him a small smile before grabbing her jacket which she had taken off before seating herself in front of the computer. "Hey Mark, I'm heading out to see if anyone saw anything suspicious around the time of the Mayor's death," There was a pause before Adelaide continues on, "Are you okay to hold down the fort here for a bit?"

"Sure thing Sheriff." the young deputy nods back at Adelaide, his deep brown eyes distracting Adelaide for the briefest of moments. Mike had only started working with them six months ago after transferring from another area of Pennsylvania. So far he had been a model deputy and Adelaide could not fault a single thing he had done - which honestly kind of irked her. He was human but something about him made Adelaide feel like he knew more than most of the humans in this town.

Shrugging off that uneasy feeling, Adelaide instead throws her black blazer on and sets out into the town. After typing her response to the coroner, the clock had just chimed 6 am, and now as she finally left the station, it was almost 7.

Making her way down the steps of the station, Adelaide breathed in the cool morning air, cheeks reddening with the slight chill that hung in the air. There had been some gossiping Adelaide had overheard about an old friend of hers being back in town. Al, Adelaide sighed aloud as she thought about him. They had once been so close, but when he began to become the golden boy and started dating Sydney, their relationship hit the rocks. Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly at the thought of Sydney Green, Adelaide reprimanded herself for being so petty. It had been six years since Al had left, she can't still be harbouring feelings for him even now. She wouldn't allow it.

As she reached the town square, Adelaide noticed a few familiar faces wandering around, however only one made her smile. Oscar Stein had been Adelaide's closest friend for nearly twenty years now. Ever since Al disappeared, her and Oscar had only grown closer. As a part of one of the smallest supernatural minorities in Bellingstone, Adelaide and Oscar had always stuck together.

Heading in his direction, Adelaide lets out a cheerful "Morning," as she comes face-to-face with Oscar. Noticing his very fancy suit and all-round well kept appearance, Adelaide couldn't help but form a small smirk in place of her smile. "Campaigning already huh?" Nodding approvingly she adds, "Colour me impressed."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lucy Payne Character Portrait: Theodore Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
T J . P A Y N E
Hex Code: #f88a3f
Image
L U C Y . P A Y N E
Hex Code: #8dd7b3

TJ was focused on finishing up one of the few projects he had left for today, which was the final piece of a major car repair he had taken on a few days before. He had replaced the damaged parts after a car accident had left the rear of the car pretty beat up and was now just focusing on buffing it so that it looked shiny and new when the customer returned to pick it up later that day. Given that Bellingstone was a small town, TJ was unsure how the locals would react to him taking over the auto body shop that had previously been run by a family that had owned it for years and years. Luckily, they seemed to like his work. What they probably liked more than anything was how quickly he did the repairs. He had more experience in mechanics than any human on earth had been alive, which helped. His experience wasn't always with cars, as he had started out working for the railroads back in the day, but it all tied together in the same way. On top of being proficient in his field, though, what none of his human clients knew was that he didn't need a minute of sleep to survive. He liked to get his work done as quickly as possible, so aside from occasionally having to wait for parts to be shipped to him if he couldn't get them from a supplier within a drive's distance, he normally would work through the night to make sure whatever repair or service was completed for the customer to pick up the next day. He worked alone at the shop, aside from Lucy who acted as a secretary and managed the financial books, so even though they weren't rolling in money, any profit they made went right into their pockets. It was nice.

It was an adjustment that had taken some time to get used to, but TJ finally felt relaxed in life. He was settling into normalcy and security that no town other than Bellingstone could offer to him. His only concern, really, was Ember, which was why he often made Lucy deal with their sister out of fear that he would get too frustrated and snappy with the youngest of their group. Ember was the epitome of trouble, but in the most endearing way... at least to TJ, who knew her well enough to knew that she wasn't as evil as she liked to act. She was a pain in the ass, but nothing more serious than that. Many of the others in the town didn't know that though, and that was why she often became a headache for them and him when he had to hear about the trouble that she was causing others. It would have been easy to deal with that alone, if he wasn't worrying at the same time that somehow, their issues with her would lead to someone finding out that she was still feeding off of human blood. It wasn't allowed in Bellingstone, for obvious reasons, since vampires were supposed to be able to co-exist with humans, but unlike himself and Lucy, Ember refused to even attempt to sustain herself off of animal blood. Maybe TJ was wrong for constantly giving in and taking her hundreds of miles away from Bellingstone every week to feed off of humans, so that no one from Bellingstone would trace them to the frowned upon activity, but she was the baby of the family, no matter how old she truly was. He would always give in to her, whether he admitted it or not.

"She's been gone for fifteen minutes, now," Theo said, pausing in his buffing job to inspect how the results looked so far, and taking the moment of silence to glance back at Lucy, who sat on top of the hood of a car that was scheduled to be picked up on Monday, reading a book. His sister looked up at him with an ounce of annoyance at being interrupted, but sighed and set the book down on the car. TJ didn't have to tell Lucy to go follow Ember and make sure that she wasn't causing trouble. She knew the drill, and she preferred herself going over her brother, anyway. She knew that Ember frequented the diner that the werewolves ran on Saturday mornings, and the last thing that she needed was for TJ to have to interact with those people any more than what was necessary. Unlike him, Lucy had no particular problem with the vampires as a whole, but she still wasn't in the mood to clean up after whatever mess Ember was causing today. "I'll be back, hopefully not in need of bond money for her," she said, as she begrudgingly set out on foot towards the town's center.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────
Image
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Poppy Clarke Apartment to Bellingstone Streets
Dialogue Color ✦ #E8ADAA
Thought Color ✧ #985D5A



Leaving her teeth to pretty much be the only things keeping her scarf from hitting the floor, Poppy used both hands to tie her hair back and put on the headscarf she needed to finish the wash-and-go style she needed for the day. Saturdays were typically scheduled for her hair, considering the fact that she didn't go to many salons. Not even the one in Bellingstone, despite it being the only one she was pretty familiar with and knew that they were familiar with the texture of her hair. Poppy just felt more comfortable with taking care of it herself. When she made the time for it, that is. With the election at the forefront of her mind when her father's cause of death wasn't a set in stone thing yet, Poppy couldn't relax enough to care for a self-care day like she normally would want. Which was why, while eating, she had figured that she could at least deal with getting a few errands done. She needed a light grocery shopping on her schedule for dinner since what was in the house needed some extra seasonings and accompaniments before she could honestly say she was going to eat another meal for the day. So, once her plate and mug were in the sink, she had set to getting in the shower and washing her hair, recounting that she hadn't washed it in at least two weeks and she wanted to get the sweat off of herself. Once those tasks were done, along with the rest of her typical morning bathing routine, she was tying the dense curly mass at the top of her head, grabbing her keys and a light leather jacket along with her purse and phone, and was out the door.

It was probably just Poppy's luck that she was too busy trying to make sure her keys were in a reachable location within her purse while rearranging her scarf and navigating with her phone pressed between her left ear and shoulder. She was a decent multitasking woman during the week, especially when her job required it of her. Poppy wouldn't lie and state that she was the most graceful being on the planet, but she definitely had some level of tact that was appropriate for both her background and life in general. Though, that didn't seem to be the case as she was coming down the steps from the side of the now open cafe that led up to her apartment because, while trying to converse with her aunt and not deal with the woman delving into her Jamaican Patois because she didn't feel like Poppy ate enough, she bumped into a solid form. It took all of her strength and concentration, but she managed to not fall flat on her ass nor twist an ankle while trying to not knock the other person over. She probably couldn't, considering it was Albrecht Wolff and there was no way in hell her tiny self was going to be capable of such a feat. But it was most definitely not the way Poppy had intended on making their first interaction.

"Fuck," she hissed, almost dropping her bag. Her eyes had flitted up briefly at the once jogging man's face, but Poppy hadn't really seen him until she had lowered her gaze before the realization had struck her. "A-Albrecht? Wolff?" Poppy almost stared dumbly at the much taller person before hearing her aunt yammer in confusion. "Ummm, auntie give me a minute. I'll call you right back," she insisted, eyes never leaving Albrecht now that she wholly recognized that it was really him. A second later and her call was ended, leaving Poppy and Albrecht in a state of silence that lasted much longer than Poppy intended. It didn't take much longer, though, for her to remember her manners. "Oh shit, I am so sorry for that. I'm such a damn klutz...and you're...you're...here." Swifly, Poppy noted the almost unhappy note to her own voice, scrambling to add and speaking quickly, "Not that there's a problem with that, not at all. I'm happy. I'm happy for you. Everyone's probably happy for you. Pretty sure everyone's probably super excited to see you out and about because it's been so long since you ran away. I mean, left...you...left...and now...you're back. And that's great, really. And I'm...God, I'm horrible. I apparently can't...words right now...how are you?" Poppy honestly could just shoot herself. Again, not the way she wanted this to go down.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

ImageImage
Image
Location: Hawthorne Manor X, her bedroom. Outfit: X . Hex color: #9D6B84 . Thought color: #B5B5B5


Ophelia was in the middle of her morning routine, pouring herself a glass of her favorite whiskey to get her day started while starting towards her balcony after sliding on a pair of her sunglasses. She took a deep breath, enjoying the view of the woods around her in all its peaceful beauty. As much as she loved the town, she adored being able to get away from it all as well even though she was only minutes away. Most humans had no idea where she resided and those who did know never dared to step inside. They saw her as an odd woman, a live version of the countess as if any moment she would kill them with one of her nails on her designer gloves once inside. But for those... special types living in the town, it was no surprise where she lived. She had lived in the same mansion since decided to stay in town and was known for throwing 'small' get together, well small to her but extravagant to anyone else. A within those who have been inside her home few had gotten the 'grand tour' of the estate with even fewer seeing where she spent a lot of her time, her bedroom. In all honesty, she truly believed she was alone in her room until she heard a man clearing his throat. She turned around, seeing her lover for the night, Jackson sitting at the edge her large king size bed, slipping on his black slacks. β€œA little early for hard drinking, ain't it darling?” Ophelia chuckled softly, taking the last sip of her drink before setting the glass on the railing of her balcony. β€œI don't think so.”

The man and woman kept their eyes locked on one another with a smirk growing bigger and bigger on both of their faces. β€œAnd why's that?” The mortal zipped up his pants. β€œBecause a great man once said that whiskey is liquid sunshine.” Ophelia winked, twirling around in her red bottom heels to pour another glass as the man snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her curves, kissing her at the base of her neck making his way towards her ear. β€œAnd who said that? Charlie Sheen?” The temptress set her glass back down while she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. β€œGeorge Bernard Shaw.” Jack made a small 'huh' before letting his hands roam over her sides. Jackson, while no one would rank in her top five favorite loves in her two centuries of living, he was interesting. He, himself was a young warlock and hid it only to make his tricks seem truly realistic when he performed them in bars across the town, mostly Escape. But, one look at him and you could see he was her type; taller than her even with her heels on, perfectly built body, somewhat blonde with piercing blue eyes. While she knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. They never really did. A new generation meant new ideas of romance and love, most dealing with the thought that it didn't exist anymore. And that was unfortunate to think about, sure but he was definitely great for whenever she felt the need to entertain herself for the night.

Ophelia let herself enjoy the moment before realizing the time and remembering she had a young girl with a opera lesson today. Soon. She turned towards the man with an apologetic smile with one of her hands laying on his chest. β€œI have to go and so do you.” She left his grasp, moving towards the door. β€œWhat's the hurry?” Jack grabbed his suit jacket from the floor. β€œI have a pupil to teach and you have a story to write. Remember? About the election.” She raised her eyebrows. β€œOh right, that.” She scoffed as the pair began walking down the steps to the foyer. β€œOr is it really a piece about Wolff returning to town or more likely you and your colleagues are writing about the murder?” Jackson tried to act like he had no idea what she was talking about but, Ophelia knew better. People didn't give her the credit she deserved when it came to knowing someone's true intentions. She took off her glasses for a moment to look eyes at him with a smirk on her porcelain face. β€œDon't look at me like that.”

β€œLike what?”

β€œLike you have not the slightest idea what I'm talking about. You're not that clever, Jackson. I knew your intentions the second you walked up to me in the bar. Thinking you could get some information out of me or something, but when I wasn't of use with that. I became useful in another way.” Her grinch like smirk grew when Jackson looked at her with a smile of his own as the reached the front door with Ophelia slipping on her glasses once more. β€œSee you around, Jack.” She leaned against the doorframe with a wink as she watched him walk to his car before driving off. She didn't leave much later in her own car to make her way into town.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

______________________________________
______________________________________

Image

Image
location Escape Bar & Grill
dialogue color #008080

______________________________________
______________________________________

Much to June's relief, his not-so-secret admirer leaves the bar just as one of his higher ups is walking in. He already struggles much more than he should when attempting to respond to flirting; having someone like Andre, his boss, incredibly handsome and intimidating, probably capable of dating and having anyone his heart so desires, watching while it happens would only make for an extremely red and dysfunctional Junsoo. It's entirely possible that Andre has witnessed his customers talking June up before, but the boy has never noticed and therefore is unaffected. Still, the moment their eyes meet the smaller boy feels a jolt of nerves and promptly returns the smile, albeit a bit more obvious than the one he was given.

"Of course!" his answer is confident, but the poor pup nearly stumbles over his feet as he speaks. He's not exactly the most graceful of them all. Luckily, Andre doesn't appear to catch it if his lack of reaction is any indication. "You can trust me" he reassures the man yet again, not that it's needed. June figures that over the course of the years he has worked as Escape's bartender, he has more than proven he can be trusted fully. "It's been busier than usual" he notes, almost to himself as his tone dies down a notch. He can only imagine Andre knows about as much as he does on the subject, or perhaps a little more considering his social standing. Still, there are some things Andre does not and should not know. The very things that are keeping Junsoo on edge, because in the past hour or so, he's positive he has smelled a witch, a farie or two and the unmistakable scent of the biters as they mascaraed themselves among the humans making and taking up orders. It's out of character for the Beta wolf of the only pack in town to be scared, but he is, and if he were to say he wasn't he'd be a delusional liar. "But still doable." he adds with an affirming nod before turning his attention to the voice beckoning him over.

"Didn't expect to see you here this early." the newcomer states, arms folded and resting on the counter top. Junsoo's chocolate eyes flicker over to Andre for a fraction of a moment before landing back on the familiar face in front of him. "I'm covering for someone" he explains calmly, hands reaching for the rum bottles underneath the counter. "What can I do for you? White Tequila?" he inquires, referring to the customer's most requested drink, but the man's shake of the head stops him mid-act, eyes blinking in curiosity. "I'm actually just here to pick up some food, I'm in a bit of a hurry." the man explains, though his nonchalance suggests he came for something else. Arms at his sides, Junsoo watches him, wondering why he would go out of his way to stop by the bar area if he doesn't plan on partaking in at least one shot of something worthwhile. "But actually, there is something you can do for me." the afterthought doesn't catch June off guard, as he is still holding on to the half empty Tequila bottle, but the man appears to be uninterested in the beverage.

"Sure, what would you like?"

"A date. Tonight"

The cocky smirk and quirked brow in his direction is enough to have June realize that the man is in fact referring to wanting to go on a date with him and not whatever other excuse he could have come up with. Frozen on the spot, June's brain searches high and low for a response that doesn't make him sound like a broken record. "Oh, I-" unknowingly, his eyes flicker to Andre once again, who has no doubt been listening to every word, before returning to the man across the way. "That's...sweet and all, but I can't-". date humans. Of course the last part is omitted from his sentence. The man doesn't appear too satisfied, eyes racing over to Andre just like June's had before.

"Guess the rumors aren't just rumors, then." he mutters with a sigh, hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. "But the offer remains open, in case you ever need some more...excitement" the smirk that once faltered is back as the tall figure makes its way from the bar and towards the front counter to pick up his order. The heat in June's ears is enough to alert him that he's most likely blushing like a madman, which he chooses to ignore along with the confusion of exactly what rumors the man is referring to.

And Excitement...

Junsoo almost laughs out loud at the thought. Excitement is the one thing June's life never lacks. Living with a pack of wolves is excitement enough to last a lifetime.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

AXEL WOLFF
___________________________________

Image
____________________________________

Felix's Diner
#235744

____________________________________

He had moved to the kitchen by the time Sydney's text came through. Axel's right hand held a pan over the stove, pushing an egg away from him before pulling sharply, flipping it over with ease. His left hand, however, he used to fish the buzzing phone out of his pocket. With a thumb, he punched out his response -

To: Syd
See u soon ;)


- and pocketed the phone after sending it her way. One step further, he told himself. The winky face wasn't inherently flirty, but it felt like something a real couple would send each other. But they were far from there - they had been for six years, and it would certainly still take ages for their relationship to be anything worth calling a "relationship". He knew they would never have what she and Albrecht had, and frankly, the idea of it was vaguely nauseating.

It was nothing against Sydney, of course. Perhaps in another life, they might have had something authentic, not bred out of some sort of mourning - she for the love of her life, he for his life. It was nauseating, instead, to think of the many ways in which he was becoming his older brother. Meeting expectations, following the unspoken guidelines Al had set - he should have lost his mind years ago.

He pushed his way through the swinging door and into the dining room, carrying the eggs he had just cooked along with a pot of coffee. Axel placed the eggs at the appropriate table, filling coffee mugs as he crossed the room.

"Look at that - reminds me of your dear brother," the dining patron remarked, stirring cream into her coffee as she looked up at Axel, smiling gently. "Thank goodness you never were as tall as him." He offered a smile of his own - albeit an awful, pained sort of smile - before he retreated to the counter once more.

It was while he dealt with a new smudge on his counter that he heard the door open, foretelling Sydney's entrance into the diner. Without looking up, he could tell from her tone that she had her arms crossed, brow cocked in that way of hers. Axel gave a soft sigh and stood up, pressing a hip into the counter as he crossed the towel over his shoulder casually.

"Anything interesting?" he parroted, blinking in feigned surprise as she turned from him to stow away her belongings. "Hon, I didn't think you took me for a gossip." Axel opened his mouth to speak again, but he cut himself off as she asked about Al. His throat caught for a moment, and he crossed his arms over his chest tightly.

"Haven't heard that one in a while...few years at least." How hard it had been those first few months with whispers of Albrecht returning, staying out West, living his life, dying. Axel gave a soft sigh and uncrossed his arms, forcing himself to calm down again. "Syd, it's been six years. It'll be a cold day in hell before I see that jackass again." He could have continued speaking, but that was when the door opened again, and Ember waltzed in. Her voice, sing-songy and laced with a sickeningly sweet tinge, filled the dining room of the diner and caught Axel's attention. He rested a hand briefly on Sydney's shoulder, rubbing his hand against the fabric of her blouse in an affectionate manner, as if trying to give her some reassurance. It was the least he could do.

He focused his attention onto Ember now, crossing his arms as a smirk of amusement caught in the corner of his mouth. Axel was quite used to this Saturday routine by now, and though Ember always managed to waste a fair amount of his time, it still managed to provide a moment of amusement before the day began to drag along.

"Morning, sunshine," he replied. "Lot of conditions you've got today. Sounds like you'd be looking for a glass of our finest tap water." Still, he slid a menu from behind the counter so that it rested in front of her spot.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────
Image
_____ T H EXP R O T E C T O R _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Escape Bar & Grille
Dialogue Color ✦ #DEB887
Thought Color ✧ #8E6837



June's chipper response causes Andre's smirk to grow, but he schooled his features a second later as an order for mimosas arrives. It was early enough for the drink and it made him chuckle inwardly, but he set to doing - all the while with his attention focused partly on Junsoo. As much as Dre was loathe to using the word, the best descriptor for Junsoo - even if the guy would probably wind up disliking its use - was adorable. Andre wouldn't verbalize the thought aloud as he was smart enough to recognize how absurd using it would be, but June's antics always resulted in that thought process. "Don't worry, kid," he rumbled in amusement, measuring out the juice to agave nectar ratio with ease for the 'tropical' mimosas that were on the weekend brunch menu. Andre had decided that it could be a part of the menu after letting Poppy sample the drink out and it was a best-seller on Saturdays and Sundays. "I still trust ya." Soon, though, Andre was back to the "silent brooding" his customers lightly accused him of and it was, in part, due to the arrival of another customer. Specifically for June.

Now, Andre believed that June was perfectly capable of handling himself. He really did. The guy made it twenty-six years in this world without help from Andre and Dre was confident that the guy didn't need him for the rest of it. That didn't, however, quell the straightening of his stance as the patron relaxes against the other side of the bar. Andre's eyes flash to June, their gazes meet, but he doesn't say anything. Just tops the agave-mango puree-orange-pineapple juice mixture with the champagne; he liked letting the Malibu settle at the bottom of the glass so that the customers got that extra hit of alcohol when they finished the last of the glass. He did pause, though, when he heard the very familiar guy ask June out for a date. Just because Andre believed June to be capable of taking care of himself, it didn't mean that Andre was particularly at ease at the idea of June taking care of himself with other people involved. To an extent, Andre saw the kid as a male version of Poppy; though they were both adults and not nearly as young as Andre liked to sometimes pretend that they were, they were still young. And they both shared so many possibilities, even with Poppy's new surge of self-confidence and vivacity. Even if they didn't need to be looked after, the protective instincts that had been fostered within Andre's admittedly intimidating frame still arose. Even more so when the guy glanced over at Andre, a hint of unfriendly heat in the gaze just as June looked back at him too. Andre stared back blatantly at the patron, which caused him to look back at June resolutely, despite his seeming emboldened behavior. Andre was perfectly aware of the rumors, ignored them even. Rumors were rumors, after all. And answering them - whether in the negative or positive - was trivial and childish.

And who didn't like watching Junsoo's reactions?

"Ya know," Andre drawled, handing the tray of ready-made mimosas to a waitress - Carla - before turning his attention back to Junsoo. "Gonna start thinking you really are the real selling point around here." A light grin on his face, Andre took a few steps towards the guy - personal space a foreign concept that he didn't seem aware that he was forgetting about as he peered down at June. "Might even be convinced to let Pops have her way with ya and dress ya up for advertisement. See if it don't bring customers from Crestmont." It probably fueled the rumors, what with Andre standing so close to Junsoo and so comfortably at that - peering down at his flushed face with somewhat hooded yet bright eyes, a small smirk on his mouth - but Andre couldn't bother to care nor think about it. Instead, he turned on his heel, stating, "Gonna check on the kitchen staff. Hold down the fort for me."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
~*~*~*~
Image


”…all she can see is a sea of stars in front of her. Just an eerie sort of blackness, you know? And there’s a faint music swirling up from somewhere in the depths of it all, along with some amorphous blobs she can’t quite make out. And that’s how chapter eight will end. Is that alright?”

This morning in Bellingstone found Ellis pacing the floors of his kitchen, bare feet plodding a repetitious path over the linoleum. He had a tendency to walk when he spoke on the phone, too anxious as a person and too enthusiastic about what he was saying to even consider standing still.

He was speaking into his old cellphone, one so ancient in the fast terms of modern technology that it probably predated even the dated flip phone, his tone soft and tired but lined with sparks of excitement. In his other hand he held a cup of iced tea, sickeningly sweet in a way that only a true Southerner could stand to enjoy, which he gestured with enthusiastically and sporadically.

β€œI don’t know, Ellis. Is it alright?” the voice on the other end of the line hummed almost instantly, more teasing than critical. β€œIsn’t that a bit too weird? Will people really like that?”

β€œWeird?” Ellis sounded wounded, despite the tone. The tea in his glass sloshed around as he slumped against his refrigerator. It was a bit dramatic as far as gestures go, but it's not like anyone was there to judge him for it. β€œReally? I… Well, I thought it was a bit weird, sure, but maybe… God, Mary, if I cut that part, I’m going to have to change the book’s ending, and-”

Thick, warm laughter erupted from his phone, and his pitiful frown turned into a scowl. Oh, right. He'd forgotten who he was speaking to. When having a conversation with Mary Carter, you had to understand that there was always a target on your back for her teasing, sharp words.

β€œOh, ha, ha, Mary. Laugh it up. Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

β€œOh, don’t be like that. You know better than to say things like β€˜is that alright’ to me, like you’re not a published author. Stop pretending you're not brilliant, idiot,” Mary replied fondly. Ellis wasn't quite sure how she came under the impression that he wasn't a hapless idiot because, in all reality, he was. He was a self-conscious weirdo about everything he did. Honestly, sometimes he was anxious about his own breathing, wondering if it was too loud in public or over the phone. Take that general anxiety and multiply it by about hundred, and you were left with how he felt about his own writing. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the world to figure out that he was a hack. There was no other way to explain his good luck and success other than as a cruel practical joke by some deity (with his luck it was probably one of the asshole gods too, like Loki or Hera).

"You've made some good progress though, Ellis. Especially after everything." Her tone dropped down, suddenly worried and sympathetic. "How are you really feeling Ellis? Is there anything I can do for you?"

How was Ellis feeling? Confused, conflicted, angry, sad, desperate, tired... A whole menagerie of unpleasant emotions on top of the dull ache and occasional sharp sting that knitted itself through his shoulder and back at the most inopportune moments. But he couldn't say that, couldn't get into anything even nearing the truth. He'd fed Mary and anyone else who asked a story about a wildcat attack, and they believed it well enough. Why wouldn't they? Bizarre things tended to follow Ellis like a plague. It was no more difficult to believe than the time he'd gotten trapped in a wall trying to get a squirrel out of his house or when a lamb had tried to pick a fight with him.

That a mountain lion had been near a small town and eager to harass Ellis was easier to believe than the reality, anyways, although it had been all he could do to keep Mary and his parents from taking Bellingstone by storm to drag off their wayward writer. He couldn't see any of them right now, no matter how desperate he was for some familiar company. Everything was still too new, and it was all he could do to adjust on his own without the pressure of over-doting friends and family. It honestly made him uncomfortable when people worried about him too much. It wasn't that he didn't understand the desire because he worried about himself all of the time. It was just a bit unsettling that people actually cared enough.

"You could let me take a break to work on my chapter on kelpies," Ellis said, trying to force his tired voice into something light-hearted. No need to make Mary even more worried than she was. "In fact, the book that I've been trying to find- you know, The Water People? The one that's been out of print since 1850? Bellingstone's library actually has a copy. God knows how, but they do. I'll be stopping by later today to take a look at it." Or maybe it wasn't too terribly amazing. That they had a copy of an old book was hardly the most surprising thing about a library run by a vampire and what Ellis had been reliably told was a witch-thing (not that he'd ever call her that. He was far from hip to the lingo of the magical world).

"You're going out? On your own? Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Mary laughed.

"Honestly, Mary. I can be social if I want. In fact, if you must know, I may be seeing some acquaintances of mine later," Ellis said loftily. He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but Mary seemed far too amused by the idea of him willingly socializing to go back to her concerned questions.

"Is it the dishy diner guy? Please tell me it's the dishy diner guy."

Ellis rolled his eyes. "I said Axel was handsome once, Mary. Once. When I was drugged out on painkillers and God knows what else. Besides, the man's got half the town running after his tail-" he snorted a little at his own secret pun, "and he's not exactly my type."

"And what is your type, then?" asked Mary.

"Well, someone I'm certain isn't completely straight, for one." The two burst into laughter, finally back to a more companionable conversation. Smooth, Ellis. He deserved an award for that crafty misdirection. He couldn't tell her his other objections, anyways. It's a bit difficult to explain dynamics like Alpha Wolves and Pack Leaders when one can't even bring up the whole werewolf thing.

"But, no. I was... Actually considering popping in to see Junsoo- the one who stuck around to help me when I first got hurt- at work. He, uh, said I had an open invitation, and I don't want to disappoint him. And then, ah, maybe texting the girl I met in the classics section. Poppy? I know we've only known each other for a few weeks, but after everything that's happening around here, I guess... Well, I mean to say-"

"That's sweet that you're worried about her. I'm sure she'd appreciate you checking in, even if it's just a text." Ellis could practically feel her approval over the phone.

"You don't think it would be too weird? Like I'm sticking my nose into someone else's business?" asked Ellis, biting his bottom lip. He wasn't exactly the best at socializing, but Poppy had been one of the few people outside of the Pack who'd bothered speaking with him so far, even with everything that had happened to her recently.

"Sweetie, if anyone thought that, you'd be better off not being friends with them anyways."

There was a moment of contented silence before Ellis heard a knocking on Mary's side of the phone followed by a muffled conversation.

"Oh, sorry, Ellis," Mary said after a moment. "Pete's summoning me for brunch. He sends his love, by the way."

"Sure he does." Despite the sarcasm dripping from his words, Ellis was sure Pete- practical, sweet Pete who kept both with wife Mary and adopted problem-friend Ellis in check when their combined idiosyncrasies threatened to burn the world around them- had actually said that verbatim. He was just that kind of guy. "And tell him I send mine."

"Will do. Enjoy your day of nerdlyness and socializing, you dork."

"Enjoy your brunch, you basic white girl."

Ellis hung up first, fighting back a yawn. He hadn't slept much last night, too busy trying to play catch-up on his books to even consider taking a break to sleep. It was a bit ironic, honestly, that he'd come to Bellingstone for a bit of peace and quiet while he wrote and had wound up spending most of his time licking his own wounds (metaphorically, of course. Well, at least in his human form) and trying to even vaguely comprehend the reality that many of the people around him, including himself, weren't quite human. Or human at all, in some cases.

His eyes darted over to the clock above his kitchen table, and a dull sort of anxiety settled in his stomach. Should he leave the house today? He didn't have to, technically. He had enough food to survive another day holed away in his home, and it wasn't like his library book was going to go anywhere. Plus, he'd never actually told Junsoo (always Junsoo to Ellis who still felt like he didn't know him well enough to start throwing around nicknames) that he'd visit, and Poppy surely had other things to worry about. Not to mention the fact that there was no Pack meeting that he knew of...

No. He wouldn't fall into that trap again. Whether he liked it or not, Bellingstone was his home for the time being, at least until his rental period was up and he got used to the whole werewolf thing, and goodness knows how long that would take. He should at least attempt to be polite, even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

With all of the determination he could muster, he finished his tea and wandered into his bedroom to get ready. Today was a comfort day, he realized, bypassing the interestingly patterned scarves and shirts in favor of broken-in jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. He hesitated for a moment, eying his bedroom mirror before pulling on an olive green jacket. While it wasn't a cold day, he could still see the raw, red scarring poking out from his sleeve, an aching, menacing reminder. He couldn't, he just couldn't-

Ellis took a wobbly breath, slipping on his shoes and running a hand through his hair. Good enough. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress (besides, his mind unhelpfully supplied, everybody he saw). If he thought about it anymore, he might not leave the house after all.

The nice thing about Bellingstone was that it was possible to walk just about anywhere you wanted to go if you had a bit of time, and the Escape Bar and Grill was no exception, even if Ellis had only been there once or twice before. The town itself was lovely too, scenic in a way that had Ellis a bit homesick for his mountainous hometown. Well, the nature bit, not the people bit. At least in Bellingstone he had a fifty-fifty chance of not being recognized as that one guy who got attacked by a wild animal on his first night in town.

That being said, fifty-fifty still wasn't the best odds. He pulled out his phone, more to pretend to be busy and avoid conversation with others wandering about the town today. Ellis hesitated for a moment before pulling up his text menu. Poppy had insisted on exchanging phone numbers with him the second time they'd met, and they'd had a smattering of conversations over the past month, fluctuating with certain events that had rocked their respective lives. He'd never been quite sure if it was a misguided attempt at kindness or an actual desire to speak with him that had prompted her to actually pursue a conversation with him.

Well, he had already come this far. He might as well...

Hello, Poppy. It's Ellis. I just wanted to see how you were.


He typed every word out in a slow, painstaking way, more to do with his technological ineptitude than his mounting hesitation. He paused for a moment before adding-

Sorry if I'm bothering you


-just for good measure. He hit send and immediately tucked his phone away. It was easier not to dwell on the reply that may or may not come if he wasn't keeping an eye on his phone. It was at that moment that Ellis noticed that he wasn't the only person on the sidewalk.

His first thought was that he felt like a huge tit because here was Poppy right now, out and about and apparently about ten feet from him since he'd sent the text. Talk about poor timing on his part. Was it too late to run and hope she hadn't spotted him? To pretend he hadn't seen her? Likely, honestly. Very, very likely.

However, she wasn't the only person who caught his eye.

Why was everyone in Bellingstone so damn attractive? That was Ellis's second thought when he spotted the giant of a man speaking with Poppy. Honestly, the man was somehow making jogging attire look good, a feat that Ellis had thought nigh impossible. It was like watching models converse, or at least models who had interesting things to say.

His third thought, however, was something more akin to, "What on Earth is that smell?"

His nostrils flared, and his steps faltered for a brief moment, eyes darting over to the jogger. That wasn’t a scent that he’d been expecting.

It was rather embarrassing, in Ellis’s opinion, that of all of the senses that could have started to sharpen first, it had to have been his sense of smell. Maybe he’d been dreaming too big when he’d hoped for night vision or superior hearing, and the punishment for his hubris was having to wear a medical mask for at least a week, too overwhelmed by even the softest of scents to breathe without any sort of barrier. It had been a sad day indeed when he had had to put all of his scented candles out in his shed, their once comforting scents sickening for a time as he adjusted to his new sense of self.

He’d adjusted, in the end, and differentiating smells was easier for him now. For example, in Eliss’s mind vampires generally tended to smell a little clinical, very clean with a sharp tang of iron. Werewolves, on the other hand, smelled more like the Earth, all dirt and fallen leaves as undertones to whatever other perfumes or colognes they had on. That’s what he was smelling right now, from this stranger, and that was odd indeed.

Ellis hadn’t heard about any werewolves outside of the Pack (and it was always Pack with a capital P in his mind) in Bellingstone, and, alright, he was new, but Axel had been pretty clear that he was the local Alpha Male and had failed to mention any lone wolves roaming nearby, and…

Oh, God, he was staring at the man. Ellis’s face flushed red in embarrassment. He tried to alleviate his own inherent awkwardness with a polite smile towards the unidentified werewolf, failed when it turned into a slightly pleasant grimace, and promptly picked up his pace, attempting to pass by. Haha, pay no attention to the weird man who didn't know how to function. Oh, God, why had he left home today again?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oscar Stein Character Portrait: Adelaide Renuex
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

O S C A R . S T E I N
Image

Image
A D E L A I D E . R E N U E X

___________________________________

A collaboration between Sunshine and la.lune
Hex; #0C2A0C & #941F34
Location; Within the center of Bellingstone

___________________________________
Oscar continued on with his walk around the town center, stopping and talking to people about his campaign as mayor. Most people were quite intrigued with him while others just thought that it was wrong that he was campaigning so early after the death of the previous mayor. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on his stroll until his friend, Adelaide, for nearly twenty years was coming towards him now.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he couldn't help himself and walked towards Adelaide, meeting her halfway and now face to face with her. Oscar eyed her as she spoke first. "Morning, Adelaide." He said as he chuckled slightly at her question and comment. "Why, yes I am. Or trying to anyway." Oscar said as he continued to look at her.

"Impressed, eh? Does that mean I have your vote?" He joked towards Adelaide as he tapped his chin with his index finger. "So, any new details about Clarke's death? By the way, shouldn't you be in your office investigating?" Oscar questioned towards her as his eyes met hers right about now.

With a smile Adelaide nodded, "Of course you have my vote Oscar," She says as though he should've already known that, "I couldn't think of a better Mayor for Bellingstone, in this time of crisis."

Mulling over how much, or rather, how little information she could actually share with her good friend, Adelaide sighs, "I got the coroners report in today, but nothing unusual." Attempting to keep it vague, and yet still be able to tell her friend something, Adelaide's hand reaches up to her hair, smoothing out any wisps that may have gotten loose from her bun as she listens to Oscar continue.

"That's exactly what I've been doing this morning," Adelaide replies to Oscar's question about why she wasn't in the office. "I needed a breath of fresh air, and I figured it could be helpful to ask around town about any suspicious activity lately," There is a small pause before Adelaide continues, "So, I don't suppose you've seen anything out of the ordinary as of late?"

Oscar smiled whenever Adelaide mentioned that he had her vote. Of course, he shook his head at her words then eyed her after her comment. "Yeah. It kind of sucks though, as well. Many people loved the previous mayor. Am I wrong for campaigning so early?" Oscar muttered as he knew that Adelaide would tell him nothing but the truth.

His eyes widened whenever he heard her say that the coroners report came in earlier that day but there was nothing unusual. "Hm." Oscar hummed to himself as he looked at Adelaide once again, listening to her as she continued to speak.

"Ah, makes sense now. No need to be cooped up in an office all day." He chuckled then proceeded to walk a little bit, wanting Adelaide to follow right behind him so that she can hear his answer to her question. "Uhm, no, actually. I was closing up the Bar and Grill whenever I heard the news. I haven't seen anything either." Oscar said. "Sorry, Addie." A little nickname he had given her so long ago.

"How about dinner later? Surely you'll be too tired from working all day to cook for yourself. Let me whip something up for you." Oscar offered towards Adelaide as he stopped in his tracks, turning heel to face her now with a slight smile curving among his lips. "What do you say?"

Adelaide shakes her head in response to Oscar, "No, no, I think it's good that you're doing this - it'll give the townspeople some hope that things will get better." Sending him an encouraging smile, her painted red lips parting ever so slightly. Squeezing Oscar's arm ever so slightly, Adelaide hopes to convey her full support.

Following Oscar as he wanders a little, Adelaide is silent as she listens to him talking. "Don't apologize Ozzy," She says with a small chuckle, as he had called her his old nickname for her, Adelaide couldn't help but slip the nickname she had invented for him almost 20 years ago. "I should probably make my round about town and see who else I can bump into."

Tilting her head as Oscar offers to take her out for dinner, Adelaide's smile brightens and she nods, "I'd love that," stifling a yawn, she continues, "I am a little exhausted." Taking his hand in hers, she squeezes it softly as she says, "Now get back to campaigning Oz, you've already won me over." Walking ahead of Oscar a little, she looks back at him, "Text me later, dinner at seven?"

If what Oscar was doing was so good, why did he feel so bad about campaigning for mayor already? His feelings were complicated right about now but seeing Adelaide's smile made him follow suit with his own variation of a smile as Oscar knew that he had her full support. A soft chuckle escaped over his lips as Adelaide called him by the nickname she invented for him. It was nice to see Adelaide again, considering she was a bit busy with the investigation and probably more things. Oscar, himself, was busy campaigning and more importantly, running Bellingstone's Escape alongside with Andre.

His eyes peered over towards her now as she accepted his offer for dinner then saw her yawn. Oscar did not really say much as he did not know what to say at this point but nodded his head instead. As Adelaide started to walk ahead of him then looked back, his lips parted for him to speak.

"Thanks again, Adelaide. Bellingstone is more than lucky to have a Sheriff like you patrolling the area. And thanks for your support, as well." He said while smiling towards her again and nodded his head, yet again. "Of course. I'll text you." Oscar winked towards her and watched her as she continued to walk ahead of him. Letting out a sigh, he looked around before continuing his own walk and went back to campaigning or trying to, at least.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair Character Portrait: Benjamin Young
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Image
Dialogue: #C41818 || Species: Vampire || Occupation: Doctor


Ben was feeling quite chipper this morning; whistling as he poured his cup of iced tea. The vampire had always drank tea over coffee as he found the latter to be bitter. As he sipped his tea, Ben's eyes roamed over his swanky apartment that could be called a bachelor pad. Large open windows, polished wood flooring, leather furniture, and a huge flat screen TV. The TV was more for show than anything because Ben didn't really watch much television. Admittedly, Ben doesn't have many visitors aside from his female flings that only ever stay for a short time and they were never really there to admire his dΓ©cor. He likes to keep his place fashionable and clean for himself though.

When Ben finished his cup of tea, he grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out the door. It was Saturday and he had the day off, but his job as a doctor called for him to keep his phone on him at all times in case of an emergency call. He may only be a doctor, but he has also had experience with performing minor surgeries and healing severe wounds.

The keys to his cherry red 1969 boss mustang were still sitting on the kitchen counter in his apartment because Ben was heading over to the diner, which was only a few blocks away so driving his car wasn't necessary. In his navy blue blazer, matching slacks, polished black shoes, and sunglasses, Ben certainly looked out of place as he walked through the streets of Bellingstone. However, he realized he wasn't the only one that was dressed nicely when spotted Valerie. The faerie was walking in a pair of sexy red heels and carrying several shopping bags on her left arm along with her purse.

Ben sped up his pace so he could chat with her. She was a close friend of his and he was glad to find someone to talk to so quickly. When he was comfortably walking alongside her he spoke up. "Good morning Miss Valerie, you look rather stunning this morning." They may be just friends, but Ben couldn't help but flirt a little bit. "I know that you're always up to date with all the latest gossip and news because of your job, so do you know anything about the rumor of Albrecht being back?"

He doesn't particularly know Albrecht all that well even though he was in Bellingstone when Albrecht was born, but he was curious upon hearing about the werewolf's supposed return.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

ALBRECHT WOLFF
___________________________________

Image
____________________________________

Bellingstone Streets
#735a75

____________________________________

As Albrecht made his way down the streets, he increased his speed slightly, worrying that his little show of casually jogging past on one of the town's busier days looked too staged. Either way, he hadn't gathered anyone's attention yet. Likely, the news had just broken or was on the verge of breaking - which meant as far as many of the citizens knew, Al hadn't even returned. He could imagine them gossiping among themselves, murmuring of his return like some prodigal son. No one had ever said Albrecht was humble.

He was caught up in overthinking his actions when a woman stepped out onto the sidewalk, directly into his path. The two of them collided with a sharp exclamation from Al. The majority of the force came from him, a running man of some two hundred pounds, as he barged into her. And so, it seemed natural that he make an attempt to right her. He reached out, seizing her upper arms in his hands as he came to a halt.

"I'm so sorry miss, I -" They spoke at the same time, his hands still on her arms as he sputtered at a mile a minute. But then he finally got a good look at her, the curly hair, hazel eyes, and he realized all at once that he had run into - "Poppy Clarke."

Al's hands fell to his sides as she worked on hanging up the phone. He met her gaze, though he looked her over a fair amount as well, as if he hadn't really expected to see someone he had known. There was a moment of silence after her call ended in which Albrecht simply looked back at her, unsure if he should make some sort of first move or leave it to her. Eventually, she did fill in the silent space with a flurry of words that rushed out nervously. Al listened, beaming back at her, even though he certainly could hear an upset note in her voice initially.

"Good, good. I've been good," he replied, trying his best to look down at her without making it so obvious - although, he didn't really have much of a choice given the foot in height difference between the two of them. "I - uh, 'ran away' to attend college, go to law school. Now I'm here I guess." He punctuated his words with air quotes but suddenly wished he hadn't - it seemed too harsh given the fact that they hadn't spoken in years.

He paused for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought of something more to say. And then it dawned on him that he'd forgotten the most pressing of conversation topics.

"I was...so sorry to hear about your dad, Poppy," he said softly, his grin faltering now. "I suppose you've heard of my candidacy now. I-I can't possibly hope to live up to his legacy." An awkward silence fell then, for Albrecht hadn't a clue how to continue. But it was at that moment that the scent of a werewolf washed over him.

It was a new scent - that much he knew within a heartbeat. It was much softer and less overpowering than most of the werewolves he'd met in his life. In fact, it reminded him vaguely of his brother's scent when Axel had been in the midst of puberty, struggling to establish himself as a force in the pack. But this certainly was not Axel.

"Good morning," he greeted in a chipper manner, shooting a smile at the other werewolf as he looked his way. "I don't believe we've met before - I'm Albrecht Wolff." Trying not to edge Poppy out of the conversation, he twisted his torso to extend a hand in Ellis's direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

______________________________________
______________________________________

Image

Image
location Escape Bar & Grill
dialogue color #008080

______________________________________
______________________________________
Thank goodness for the semi-dimmed lighting in the diner, or Junsoo's flushed cheeks could have been spotted from a mile away. His dark eyes peered up at Andre, who not for the first time was a bit too close for comfort, wildly flustered with a sprinkle of clueless innocence. The image of Poppy having a go at dressing him up as she pleased ran through his mind causing the smallest of shivers. Both he and Andre know the ending of that would consist in a lot of unnecessary gushing on Poppy's end while June makes numerous attempts at locking himself in the bathroom to avoid further embarrassment. Still, the smaller boy quirked a semi-nervous smile, gently rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Anything for you, boss." he states, only half-joking, because as uncomfortable as he would be in such a scenario, he would agree to it if only for Andre's sake. He does make sure to leave out his conviction that a stunt like that would hardly do the grill any good.

"Gonna check on the kitchen staff. Hold down the fort for me." Being so caught up in his thought train, it takes June a minute to register what Andre is saying. His mouth opens to respond but it soon closes again once he realizes the man is already out of earshot. Ignoring the odd and not entirely new feeling in the pit of his stomach, which he attributes to the array of compliments and flirting he has been receiving this morning, June turns sharply on his heels to create the new order of martinis placed by a waitress. His hands move fluidly, mixing the sweet and sour juice in perfection with the rum, tossing in his signature smile as he hands them off to the girl. It's gestures such as those that brings some customers to accuse him of mild flirting, which usually means they don't know Junsoo Moon at all. The young wolf wouldn't know flirting even if it quite literally bit him in the ass. A more accurate accusation would be oblivious and disoriented.

Even still, there are certain things and people that Junsoo is subconsciously more attentive towards. One of them being Axel, his alpha, the man he has so desperately been trying to not have feelings for, and somewhat succeeding. But regardless of the status of his crush on the alpha-wolf, they are still like family, which is why the first thought to cross June's mind after hearing the town's gossip on the eldest Wolf brother was to check in and see how he was doing. Deciding it was probably unneeded, unwanted or uncalled for, opted him not to, but now the thought is back and gnawing at his insides. Taking advantage of a slow in restaurant traffic, June's right hand swiftly tugs a cell out of his back pocket, thumb hovering over two names for a few seconds before going for the safer option..

To: Syd
MSG: Gossip travels fast...are you okay?

Axel is a grown man, he can surely take care of his own emotions, and while June is well aware of his history with his older brother, he's also painfully aware of Sydney's history with said wolf. The blonde has always been there for Junsoo when needed, and now it was his turn to do the same. And once again guilty of spacing off, the small boy entirely misses Andre's tall figure walking back towards the bar. Were it not for the strength that comes from being a supernatural creature, the collusion between June's face and Dre's chest would have knocked the former off his feet. He takes a step back, immediately blurting out a "Gah- sorry!" -but almost as quickly adding a soft- "Ouch..." -and a- "What are you made of, titanium?" while the back of his hand gently rubs at his soon-to-be-sore nose.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair Character Portrait: Benjamin Young
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by nations
Image

Image

Image
Valerie Alastair
faerie - #dc143c
Sensing someone at her side, the faerie instinctively tensed up. It was a habit that Valerie still had to break, even after being here in Bellingstone for several years now and having no true reason to worry about anyone approaching being a threat of any sorts. Her shaded eyes turned to the figure and her body relaxed upon seeing the familiar face, her shoulders falling back so that her straight pose was no longer compromised.

Now pleasantly surprised by who saw so early in the morning, the faerie flashed a smile at the vampire. Had her eyes not been hidden behind the glasses, it would have been easy to see the small glow that appeared in them. Her facial expression lightened up more at the brief compliment -faeries had their natural vanity after all and, at this point in her life, Valerie was not spared from that attribute, even if it was from a friend like Ben- and a small laugh left her lips. The sound was said to remind some people of birds chirping early in the morning, and while that wouldn't be very odd considering that she was an earth faerie, Valerie could never say she heard the similarities.

"Good morning, darling," Valerie said, her voice warm and her tone mixed with a hint of playfulness-- a tone very common to her quotidian speech. Benjamin, never a sore to the eyes, always managed to look dapper and today, his business casual attire hadn't missed the mark either.

At the question of Albrecht, Valerie couldn't help but lift her sunglasses so that she could rub the bridge of her nose for a moment with her free hand. "I heard that he's back. The newspaper wants me to write a story about it. Which is fine, but you know I have to be out to get stories and how that can get me," she said, sighing lightly. "One thing I'm sure of is that Albrecht ready to be in the spotlight again."

Valerie wasn't sure how widespread the information about Albrecht and the race was. She had gotten a heads up almost immediately after the werewolf signed up as a candidate for the mayor's office and she was sure that at least some other people had to have found out by now. At least those close to the supernatural circle, which didn't worry her since she could still find a story. Plus Dre and Poppy for sure. She would have to swing by and see how they were doing.


Valerie came to a sudden stop when, on the other side of the street, she saw the person at the center of their conversation. "Speaking of the devil," she said, the common phrase slipping out of her lips, "There he is."

Her jaw tightened when she saw Poppy with the man, looking slightly shaken. She wasn't extremely close with the female of the Clarke family, but she was still friendly with the girl who was a frequent city friend. For a moment, Valerie was tempted to approach Albrecht but she didn't want to disrupt the conversation; if she was more naturally brazen, Valerie would have gone without hesitation. The faerie turned to Ben. "I was on my way to the diner to get some tea, and I would rather not go fishing for information without my morning drink. Would you like to join me?"

Plus, maybe Axel could tell her something. Valerie knew the story and again, she would not be so brazen as to approach the female werewolf so soon.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Payton Wright Character Portrait: Theodore Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Image

Dialogue: #58A04D || Species: Werewolf || Occupation: Electrician



An early bird, Payton was up and awake by 5 even on a Saturday. The first thing she did every morning was go out for her daily run. Many people in the town went out for a daily jog, but not many of them went out as early as she did. Payton was a pretty social person, but she preferred to run alone. It was her only moment of real relaxation and for that short time she felt completely free.

By the time she came back to her apartment, people were beginning to go out and about. Her apartment sat right above her shop, Wright’s Electric Supplies and Accessories. She had bought the place as soon as she graduated and was still paying it off. Thankfully she didn’t have any student loans to pay off along with it. Payton made pretty good money though as she owned the only electrical supplies shop in Bellingstone. She had hired another electrician, a centaur named Brian, and two other workers to help man the shop when she wasn’t working. Of course, Payton was still the main electrician, but on busy days she needed someone to help with calls around town.

Payton got dressed in a pair of overalls with a red tank top underneath and wore a pair of red converse to match. She let her hair down from her ponytail like she normally did and went outside to water the garden that sat in front of her shop. The shop was always closed on the weekends, unless the town’s power went off or something, so unless Axel called a pack meeting, her day was free.

When she finished watering the plants she decided that she would head over to the diner and get something to eat. She grabbed her bike and rode off into town. Payton was almost at the diner when she saw the auto body shop. She had been wanting some spare car parts to mess around with for her latest project and hadn’t thought of seeing if there were any extra parts she could buy from this shop. She sat her bike out front and walked towards the owner of the shop. Payton thought his name was TJ, but she wasn't exactly sure as he was fairly new to town. However, she knew he was a vampire from his scent. She got the feeling that he wasn’t too fond of werewolves, but Payton didn’t think he would turn away a customer.

With her hands in the pockets of her overalls she said, β€œExcuse me sir, but I was wondering if you had any spare car parts I could buy from you?” Β 

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Lilac
Image
Image

Tap water truly probably was the only option at the diner that met all of Ember's requirements, but she scrunched her nose up at the suggestion. "Tap water? Really? Isn't it too early for you to be so... insulting?" she inquired, as if she were somehow way too good for tap water. It was obviously silly, because Ember didn't need anything from the diner. A drink packed with protein and vitamins would offer her no more nutritional value than tap water, because her body didn't absorb... anything. Barely anything, at least. The only thing that she needed to survive was blood, but she could still consume food, even if it didn't have much of a purpose. After being changed into a vampire, Ember actually struggled to let go of many of her human habits, including eating three meals a day. Even if she didn't need to eat, it still felt proper. Aside from that, she often got bored, and sitting down and eating was a way to kill time, if not give time a purpose. She ate meals regularly for at least twenty years or so as a vampire before the ritual faded out. Now, she liked to eat only as a purpose of socialization by frequenting the restaurants in Bellingstone. If she could have just come in, caused her trouble and left, she would have, but obviously that was only acceptable to do when she was a paying customer.

After a long and dramatic sigh, Ember's eyes scanned the menu, but she wasn't actually reading it. She pushed it to the side after only a few seconds, a smile returning to her face as she said, "I'm feeling spontaneous today. Surprise me." She looked to Sydney then, her smile widening ever so slightly. "You know, I read that Liam Neeson ate wolf meat a few years ago for some movie he was in. If anything ever happens to you, instead of having your ashes scattered in your favorite place like people do, you should give Axel permission to cook you and serve you here. I would pay to see what you taste like." Though she usually started her days off on a more innocently-annoying note, Ember was feeling energized today. She couldn't resist jumping to a more graphic, and yet equally humorous (in her mind) topic.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

────────────────────────────
Image
────────────────────────────
Image
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____

Outfit: Link Here
Location: Bellingstone Streets
Dialogue Color ✦ #E8ADAA
Thought Color ✧ #985D5A



Andre had said plenty of times over the course of their childhood that Poppy had the tendency to be dramatic. Verbally, she could identify more with impulsive, from a rational standpoint that is. Dramatic made it seem like her antics or actions were not justified in light of whatever the situation at large had been. It made her feelings from those times seem trivial, as if he were dismissing them by casting them off as just another Poppy being "extra" for no damn reason. Except this time...she felt extra and she didn't even bother to hide the wince that came from Albrecht using her words, "ran away." She couldn't even really take in his condolences for her own blunder left a sour taste in her mouth. However, Poppy swallowed it in favor of mustering out a, "Thanks." Which obviously wasn't enough. Nowhere near after that foolishness. So, she quickly added to it:

"I-I-I mean...I'm glad you're doing good. Honestly. And I'm sure Bellingstone would be lucky to have one of their own taking over such an integral position within the community." She made sure to say that part with as much earnestly as she could muster. Albrecht and Poppy may have not ever been really close at any point in the past, but she could never say that she fully disliked him. He wasn't her favorite Wolff sibling back in the day, but that was a result of a personal bias on her part, not due to any actions taken by the older Wolff sibling. Luckily, the full length of time that would have transpired between them and formulated an awkward silence that would have made Poppy babble on and on until she found some reason to excuse herself or Albrecht just got tired of the same antics he probably remembered from her formative years, Ellis came as a distraction. Poppy wasn't even aware that he had text her before his arrival. So focused on what she had been doing and in the middle of a phone conversation, she hadn't even surmised that anyone but Andre would be texting her. And even if he was, he knew to call if it was an actual emergency. Yet and still, despite having no knowledge of her new friend trying to contact her a few moments ago, Poppy didn't hesitate to beam at him, relief in her gaze. "Ellis! Hey!" She probably should have allowed him to introduce himself, but considering how much she really hated the situation she was currently involved in, Poppy didn't see the problem. Plus, in moments like these, she couldn't help but fill the silence, even when she didn't want to. "Yeah, Albrecht Wolff meet Ellis Bleddyn. Ellis, this is Albrecht. He, uh, used to live here awhile back and went away for school. He's Axel's brother, actually."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

____________________________________

S Y D N E Y . G R E E N
___________________________________

Image
___________________________________

Hex; #D58223
Location; Wolff's Diner

___________________________________
A few customers had walked into the diner now and Sydney could not just wait for Axel's responses. She really needed to know something and needed to know it now. She had let out a sigh with an eye roll then went over to take the customers orders and pinned them into the appropriate place for the cook to see but gathered up the drinks herself and delivered them. She told the customers that their food will be out momentarily then she walked back around the counter and eyed Axel, arching another brow towards him. Once his lips had parted to speak, she was on edge. She was really eager to hear what he was about to say and couldn't wait for him to spill something that would make her feel better, at least a little bit.

"First, don't ever call me hon. It's weird coming from you." She spoke in a honest tone then sighed. "I do not take you for a gossip, Axel. I was just hoping that you heard something about Al, that's all." Sydney said as her eyes flashed over towards Axel, who had just called Albrecht, her lover and his own brother, a jackass. She slapped his arm and scoffed slightly as the bell dinged that the orders she had taken were ready. She turned heel and went to grab the plates, delivering them to the table then went back by Axel's side. "I'm sorry. It's just that I miss him so much and these rumors about his return are really getting to me."

After she spoke those words, the door opened again and it was their usual chipper customer, Ember. She felt Axel's hand upon her shoulder then couldn't help but eye him with a soft smile. Of course, she liked Axel as Alpha but truly, she was in love with Albrecht. Her gaze then went to Ember, who had all of these terms and conditions about her order. With her brow raised, she was about to comment and respond but Axel had beat her to the punch already. Snickering at Axel and shaking her head, some more customers had walked in and she went over to serve them.

Upon her returning back around the counter, her phone had chimed in her back pocket as she couldn't really see who was sending her a text right now. Sydney grabbed the coffee pot then went over to fill up some mugs after giving another customer their coffee first. She delivered her customer food and thanked them then hoped that they enjoyed their meal. Sydney went over towards the counter again, looking at Ember with a smile. "So, is our finest tap water pleasurable enough for you? Or do you need another look at the other menu options?" Sydney joked as her gaze when down towards her phone, eyes locked with the device as she seen June's name stroll across the screen and read his message.

This was a sign of relief right here but then again, she honestly wondered what he had heard and what he knew. Before she had a moment to type out a response, Ember's words were targeted directly at her. "You know, if I didn't have these customers and you didn't look like a teenager, I would totally kick your ass. Plus, I have too much to think about right now so you're at the bottom of my list. When I get to you, you'll know it." Sydney said as the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. She spoke so that only Ember could hear her and knew that her comeback was not as good as she wanted it to be. She was really losing her touch because she had a lot of other emotions filling her up inside right about now.

Once she had regained her composure, she turned away from Ember and finally responded to June's text.

To: June Bug β™₯
Not really okay but what have you heard, Junie?


Sydney sent the message then turned back around, her elbows upon the counter as she leaned down now and sat her phone down not too far away from her, waiting for June to text her back.

View All »Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.

There are no arcs in this roleplay.

View All » Create New » Quests

There are no quests in this roleplay.

Add Group » View All » 0 Factions to align with

Here's the current leaderboard.

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Events

Soon™.

Game Master Controls

Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.

Arcs

Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.

Add Quest » Quests

You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.

Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in

Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.

Navigation

While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!

Add Group » 0 Factions to align with

There are no groups in this roleplay!

Collectibles

By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Bellingstone. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

View All » Add Character » 20 Characters to follow in this universe

Character Portrait: Ivan Moreau
Character Portrait: Axel Wolff
Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff
Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair
Character Portrait: Syth Flicker
Character Portrait: Oscar Stein
Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke
Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne
Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Character Portrait: Ember Payne
Character Portrait: Sydney Green
Character Portrait: Lucy Payne
Character Portrait: Theodore Payne
Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon
Character Portrait: Johanna Collins

Newest

Character Portrait: Johanna Collins
Johanna Collins

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." -Maya Angelou

Character Portrait: Sydney Green
Sydney Green

"Words should only hold weight when honest intentions are behind them."

Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Ellis Bleddyn

"'What's the worst that could happen?' she said. I'd say this, honestly. Probably this."

Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Andre Clarke

"A man is nothing if he can't even protect his own family."

Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne
Ophelia M. Hawthorne

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke
Poppy Clarke

"I thought that my purpose was to see the beauty in everything...but I don't see the beauty in this."

Trending

Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke
Poppy Clarke

"I thought that my purpose was to see the beauty in everything...but I don't see the beauty in this."

Character Portrait: Andre Clarke
Andre Clarke

"A man is nothing if he can't even protect his own family."

Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair
Valerie Alastair

"The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself." - Michel de Montaigne

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff
Albrecht Wolff

"I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there."

Character Portrait: Johanna Collins
Johanna Collins

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." -Maya Angelou

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff
Axel Wolff

"And the strength of the wolf is the pack."

Character Portrait: Syth Flicker
Syth Flicker

"Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings"

Character Portrait: Oscar Stein
Oscar Stein

"We all must endure something that is unbearable."

Character Portrait: Ellis Bleddyn
Ellis Bleddyn

"'What's the worst that could happen?' she said. I'd say this, honestly. Probably this."

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Johanna Collins
Johanna Collins

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." -Maya Angelou

Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne
Ophelia M. Hawthorne

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Character Portrait: Oscar Stein
Oscar Stein

"We all must endure something that is unbearable."

Character Portrait: Albrecht Wolff
Albrecht Wolff

"I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there."

Character Portrait: Valerie Alastair
Valerie Alastair

"The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself." - Michel de Montaigne

Character Portrait: Poppy Clarke
Poppy Clarke

"I thought that my purpose was to see the beauty in everything...but I don't see the beauty in this."

Character Portrait: Axel Wolff
Axel Wolff

"And the strength of the wolf is the pack."

Character Portrait: Sydney Green
Sydney Green

"Words should only hold weight when honest intentions are behind them."


Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Bellingstone: Out of Character

Discussions

  • Topics
    Replies
    Views
    Last post

Most recent OOC posts in Bellingstone

There have been no posts in the OOC topic for this roleplay!