Sees these sheets being worked on...
I cannot work on mine till after work v.v
I cannot work on mine till after work v.v
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VAMP - AGE PENDING/LOOKS YOUNG - NON ROYAL - AFFILIATED WITH THE MOB
SEES HUMANS AS PLAYTHINGS
SADISTIC TENDENCIES, EASILY BORED, CHARMING PLAYER, ART COLLECTOR
OBJECTIVE: TO GAIN RECOGNITION SO HIS FAMILY BECOME THEIR OWN ROYAL HOUSE
DOES HE CARE? EH. DEPENDS ON WHAT GETS HIM OFF.
HIS JOBS SURROUND... STEALTH.
Emiliano "Milo" Esposito
FC: Steven Strait, 683e3e
HUMAN - 22 - LITTLE RELATIONS WITH THE VAMPIRE WORLD
STRIVING MUSICIAN
HAS A FEW JOBS TO PAY BILLS
LIVES IN A LOFT ABOVE A RECORD STORE
WITH HER SISTER NATALIA "NAT" @NeoAC AND HER FRIEND KHIONA @Hoekage
POSSIBLY MORE IF OTHERS INTERESTED.
GIRLS LOFT ONLY.
Mina Pereira
FC: Sofia Reyes, fabade
SEES HUMANS AS PLAYTHINGS
SADISTIC TENDENCIES, EASILY BORED, CHARMING PLAYER, ART COLLECTOR
OBJECTIVE: TO GAIN RECOGNITION SO HIS FAMILY BECOME THEIR OWN ROYAL HOUSE
DOES HE CARE? EH. DEPENDS ON WHAT GETS HIM OFF.
HIS JOBS SURROUND... STEALTH.
Emiliano "Milo" Esposito
FC: Steven Strait, 683e3e
HUMAN - 22 - LITTLE RELATIONS WITH THE VAMPIRE WORLD
STRIVING MUSICIAN
HAS A FEW JOBS TO PAY BILLS
LIVES IN A LOFT ABOVE A RECORD STORE
WITH HER SISTER NATALIA "NAT" @NeoAC AND HER FRIEND KHIONA @Hoekage
POSSIBLY MORE IF OTHERS INTERESTED.
GIRLS LOFT ONLY.
Mina Pereira
FC: Sofia Reyes, fabade
@Hoekage you already know you have me.
x x  x “What’s up marks? It’s your girl, Gwen here, singing loud and proud on this sunny Friday afternoon, sipping my iced latte with just the smallest touch of Grey Goose and enjoying a shmeared up bagel. You know I do love the bagel. In an update on an earlier story, I just got off of the phone with the boo and the Gearheads have gone. Last seen heading East on 15, Godspeed my fast loving friends. If you fuck in every area code, I expect to hear about it. And Chrys, baby if you’re feeling down that all your friends have gone, don’t worry; I love you and yes, I’ll fuck you. I got ya baby. With that in mind, here’s a song to celebrate the day; we’re heading back to 1992 for this one. It’s Friday, I’m in Love by the Cure here on Ace’s Asylum” Written by BrutalBx |
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The Golden California coast had slowly began to give way to the sunburned sands of the Nevada desert. Forbes 500 business offices had transformed into rolling hills and visibly humid air. The highway had opened up and emptied out as the Misfit Mobile barrelled down I15 in a similar fashion to a tumbleweed across the surrounding sand traps.
Speaking of traps, the death trap that was Sami’s RV was driving at just beyond a snail's pace, baring in mind it was filled with seven recently graduated, hormonal, horny and perfectly weird teenagers so it wasn’t going too bad. The stereo was fucked, luckily though a rogue Bluetooth amp appeared in someone’s suitcase so at least the misfits could tune into Ace’s Asylum while they journeyed onwards. As Valeria was fast asleep in the queen bed at the back of the vehicle and the group behind him argued about which superpower they would want to have thanks to the last ten years of comic book movies, Sami focused on the road, with his eyes at least; his mind was elsewhere; lost in an extremely vivid memory.
RedRock Canyon; that was their first stop. He had been there once as a child, it was the first family vacation that the Alejandro’s had taken together in America once Hector had found his way there from Cuba. It started off like any other normal vacation, they hiked the trails, enjoyed the scenery, stopped for picnics under a setting sun, it was blissful really. It wasn’t until the third day when Hector wanted to venture out on his own that things started to seem off. Of course being young and having spent very little time with his dad, Sami insisted on going along with him. It was a decent length hike but Alejandro’s were built out of strong stuff, that’s what they always used to say. After making their way through some thick wooded area and into a clearing, Hector and Little Juice himself seven year old Sami were met by a surly bunch of men in big leather jackets emblazoned with a symbol the young Cubans would never forget, sledgehammers breaking a skull.![]()
stepped forward with a man a manic smile. ”Well hot dog, if ain’t our man in Havana with his little mini me. Hector. It’s good to see you. You got my money?”
It wasn’t the first sign but it was the most obvious one; Hector Alejandro was a criminal. The entire vacation was a front for a deal with the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club, a big client if you knew your underworld. They owned Nevada and Hector had his hands in their pocket. Over the years Sami had learned much about his father's dealings, which certainly put a strain on their relationship. The resentment had finally reached breaking point, hence his current situation in a stolen RV with a bunch of loveable pinheads.
A couple miles away, coming in quick, a bright yellow Roadster purred as the car engine sung to the desert of Nevada. With his squad cruising not too far behind, sporting a variety of colors like gold, white, and black, more classy than his paint, AJ swayed his head to The Cure. He was in the zone.
Traveling was honestly one of the most exciting things in AJ’s life. Whether he was aware of it or not, his wanderlust and boredom could be something he explored, now that he graduated and had no idea what he wanted to do with himself. No sight of a future, nothing beyond the present. He loved this more than anything in the world. He loved planning with fruit juice in hand, a map shoved in his trunk just in case he needed it, marked with red of every place they may visit, and the unlimited possibilities of an adventure awaiting them.
Glancing over to see the person in his passenger’s seat, taking a small cat nap, AJ’s sunglasses slightly dropped down his nose, while he took a moment to examine her sleeping face. Hopefully, Mandy was enjoying herself. He didn’t share in similar struggles as her, where he felt inclined to house hop. It was obvious AJ’s life was fully catered to, since he didn’t struggle. But, he could be concerned for her well being. He could feel for her. What were friends for if they didn’t try to understand?
One trait he would never be able to change was caring too much. A lot of times, it was a double edged sword. He admired his friends. Compared to them, he was aimless and hadn’t been through enough to warrant complaint and yet, they still loved him. No matter how petty and childish he was. Truthfully, he should blame his mother for keeping secrets from him and always forcibly encouraging him to live his life at 110 percent. Over full capacity. In hopes he’d be left in the dark of some of the means of how they climbed so fast. AJ wasn’t completely ignorant of his family’s secrets, like how they were involved with shady people, like the Mafia, but that has yet to bite them in the ass. If anything, fortune truly favors the bold.
That was neither here nor there, though. AJ highly doubted he’d ever have to worry about his family’s involvement of the underbelly of the U.S. and the entertainment industry. Ignorance was bliss, as they say. Bringing his attention back to the road, he grinned to himself, seeing a… obstacle course. Pressing on the paddle, relishing the roaring winds in his brown curls, AJ clicked his tongue, deciding he needed to multi-task.
Using his car’s audio system, he requested, “Call ‘my Valentine’.” It didn’t take the car too long to connect with Chris. Sadly, AJ went straight to voicemail. “What a biiiitch.” Instead of hanging up and calling again, he decided to leave a message. Clearly, he missed him!
After taking another gulp of his delectable kid juice, he started bragging, “Sucks to suck, man. You’re missing out. I’m just here driving by all these fucktards that shouldn’t have their licenses. They driving like they’re 80, dude!” As he rambled on and on about nonsense, he was rapidly approaching an RV going… TWENTY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT. “Aw fuck, give me a second, bruh.” With reckless abandon, he inspected the “passing” lane (it wasn’t, it was the oncoming lane) and with quick impulse and daredevil intuition, he veered onto the illegal lane and pushed the pedal to the metal. Right when a red truck started profusely honking at him, he swept diagonally between the truck and the RV, cutting dangerously close in front of the camper.
Fuck yeah, he was baller.
The RV jerked in Sami’s hands as a yellow blur sped past them. He felt his Monster spill onto the floor as he tried to regain control of the tin can beast.
He called out as dust and sand rose up from the ground beneath the motorhome and veiled the windows with a shit tinged duvet as it went off road and into a small ditch. "Ese maldito, coño. Lo mato,” He mumbled with piss and vinegar. "Is everybody ok?” He could never forgive himself if anything happened to the guys under his watch, he just couldn’t.
After some reassurances from the back of the rust bucket, Sami climbed out of the RV and our onto the road. He looked at the once mighty machine and placed his hands on the back of his head ”Oh fuck.”
“So yeah, like I was saying. Fuck you. I miss you. I’ll be calling you everyday, even if you don’t acknowledge my existence. And...” AJ’s voice trailed off as he looked at his rear mirror, seeing that the camper was no longer on the road, “...And I might’ve just fucked up.” Any normal person would’ve hung up by now, but AJ had to think fast! Maybe he should just keep going. Peace out, ya know? Not his problem.
Nah, his mama raised him better than that. Heavily sighing, he stopped the car and reversed back, “Update fam. Some dude just went into a ditch. I think they’re okay.” Putting his car in park, after steering his car in the narrowed shoulder, AJ put his warning lights on and got out of one of many babies he owns. Feigning innocence by cooly approaching, trying to get a better look at the latina’s face, he cheesed, “Heyyyyyyyy, I can call–” Only to be interrupted by much deserved wrath.
“Motherfucker,” Sami’s bruised up knuckles tightened as he clenched his stone fists and marched towards the oncoming prick that just forced him off the road. The silhouette was familiar and as the pungent roadside air gave way to clarity, he recognised the face. “AJ FUCKING TYLER!” He barked. “Bitch you have about ten seconds before I punch your perfect teeth down your throat and pull them out of your ass.” The Juice was incensed, he could feel that Latino heat burning like a California wildfire in his belly and in his head. This wasn’t going end well for AJ fucking Tyler.
He knew the Beverly Hills party boy in passing at best. Most about everyone knew AJ Tyler. He was a face in every crowd and one that stood out amongst a menagerie of stand outs. He was also pretty sure that the Tylers were in business with his father - and he didn’t mean the car business - but none of that mattered in that moment; since in that moment Sami was preparing to turn AJ Tyler inside out. When Sami was like this, the air of menace was apparent and terrifying. The switch between sweet and destructive was instantaneous and above all else, that was something that was utterly terrifying to those that new him.
Okay, AJ could be civil and try to calm Sami’s storm, but then again… he was threatening him, when AJ was trying to be the bigger person. Whatever. There’s some things AJ will never be able to change, like, for example, how he reacts in heightened situations. “Bitch, please.” He snorted at the idea of the good ‘samaritan’, friend of all those that labeled themselves as ‘different’, laying a finger on him. He wished he had teeth like these. Attacking his pearly whites for no good reason. This was between them, not Sami and his teeth.
Mockingly taunting, AJ chuckled, unnervingly calm for his usual demeanor, “Save your breath, dude. Ain’t my fault you can’t drive.” His dark gaze scrutinized Sami’s animalistic nature. Based on Sami’s bruises, whoever he fought did not honor bro code, so it was most definitely a source outside of school grounds. Not good for his mates if he’s getting into fights with those kind of people.
“Plus.” AJ took a step closer, daring the Latino to touch him. It’s been awhile since AJ got in a good ol’ fight. “Your face looks busted as hell, I’d only make it worse. Like, man, if I had a face like yours, I’d fucking sue my parents.” He added insult to injury.
”You’re dead, pendejo.”
Speaking of traps, the death trap that was Sami’s RV was driving at just beyond a snail's pace, baring in mind it was filled with seven recently graduated, hormonal, horny and perfectly weird teenagers so it wasn’t going too bad. The stereo was fucked, luckily though a rogue Bluetooth amp appeared in someone’s suitcase so at least the misfits could tune into Ace’s Asylum while they journeyed onwards. As Valeria was fast asleep in the queen bed at the back of the vehicle and the group behind him argued about which superpower they would want to have thanks to the last ten years of comic book movies, Sami focused on the road, with his eyes at least; his mind was elsewhere; lost in an extremely vivid memory.
RedRock Canyon; that was their first stop. He had been there once as a child, it was the first family vacation that the Alejandro’s had taken together in America once Hector had found his way there from Cuba. It started off like any other normal vacation, they hiked the trails, enjoyed the scenery, stopped for picnics under a setting sun, it was blissful really. It wasn’t until the third day when Hector wanted to venture out on his own that things started to seem off. Of course being young and having spent very little time with his dad, Sami insisted on going along with him. It was a decent length hike but Alejandro’s were built out of strong stuff, that’s what they always used to say. After making their way through some thick wooded area and into a clearing, Hector and Little Juice himself seven year old Sami were met by a surly bunch of men in big leather jackets emblazoned with a symbol the young Cubans would never forget, sledgehammers breaking a skull.
It wasn’t the first sign but it was the most obvious one; Hector Alejandro was a criminal. The entire vacation was a front for a deal with the Iron Tribe Motorcycle Club, a big client if you knew your underworld. They owned Nevada and Hector had his hands in their pocket. Over the years Sami had learned much about his father's dealings, which certainly put a strain on their relationship. The resentment had finally reached breaking point, hence his current situation in a stolen RV with a bunch of loveable pinheads.
A couple miles away, coming in quick, a bright yellow Roadster purred as the car engine sung to the desert of Nevada. With his squad cruising not too far behind, sporting a variety of colors like gold, white, and black, more classy than his paint, AJ swayed his head to The Cure. He was in the zone.
Traveling was honestly one of the most exciting things in AJ’s life. Whether he was aware of it or not, his wanderlust and boredom could be something he explored, now that he graduated and had no idea what he wanted to do with himself. No sight of a future, nothing beyond the present. He loved this more than anything in the world. He loved planning with fruit juice in hand, a map shoved in his trunk just in case he needed it, marked with red of every place they may visit, and the unlimited possibilities of an adventure awaiting them.
Glancing over to see the person in his passenger’s seat, taking a small cat nap, AJ’s sunglasses slightly dropped down his nose, while he took a moment to examine her sleeping face. Hopefully, Mandy was enjoying herself. He didn’t share in similar struggles as her, where he felt inclined to house hop. It was obvious AJ’s life was fully catered to, since he didn’t struggle. But, he could be concerned for her well being. He could feel for her. What were friends for if they didn’t try to understand?
One trait he would never be able to change was caring too much. A lot of times, it was a double edged sword. He admired his friends. Compared to them, he was aimless and hadn’t been through enough to warrant complaint and yet, they still loved him. No matter how petty and childish he was. Truthfully, he should blame his mother for keeping secrets from him and always forcibly encouraging him to live his life at 110 percent. Over full capacity. In hopes he’d be left in the dark of some of the means of how they climbed so fast. AJ wasn’t completely ignorant of his family’s secrets, like how they were involved with shady people, like the Mafia, but that has yet to bite them in the ass. If anything, fortune truly favors the bold.
That was neither here nor there, though. AJ highly doubted he’d ever have to worry about his family’s involvement of the underbelly of the U.S. and the entertainment industry. Ignorance was bliss, as they say. Bringing his attention back to the road, he grinned to himself, seeing a… obstacle course. Pressing on the paddle, relishing the roaring winds in his brown curls, AJ clicked his tongue, deciding he needed to multi-task.
Using his car’s audio system, he requested, “Call ‘my Valentine’.” It didn’t take the car too long to connect with Chris. Sadly, AJ went straight to voicemail. “What a biiiitch.” Instead of hanging up and calling again, he decided to leave a message. Clearly, he missed him!
After taking another gulp of his delectable kid juice, he started bragging, “Sucks to suck, man. You’re missing out. I’m just here driving by all these fucktards that shouldn’t have their licenses. They driving like they’re 80, dude!” As he rambled on and on about nonsense, he was rapidly approaching an RV going… TWENTY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT. “Aw fuck, give me a second, bruh.” With reckless abandon, he inspected the “passing” lane (it wasn’t, it was the oncoming lane) and with quick impulse and daredevil intuition, he veered onto the illegal lane and pushed the pedal to the metal. Right when a red truck started profusely honking at him, he swept diagonally between the truck and the RV, cutting dangerously close in front of the camper.
Fuck yeah, he was baller.
The RV jerked in Sami’s hands as a yellow blur sped past them. He felt his Monster spill onto the floor as he tried to regain control of the tin can beast.
"HOLD ON TIGHT!”
He called out as dust and sand rose up from the ground beneath the motorhome and veiled the windows with a shit tinged duvet as it went off road and into a small ditch. "Ese maldito, coño. Lo mato,” He mumbled with piss and vinegar. "Is everybody ok?” He could never forgive himself if anything happened to the guys under his watch, he just couldn’t.
After some reassurances from the back of the rust bucket, Sami climbed out of the RV and our onto the road. He looked at the once mighty machine and placed his hands on the back of his head ”Oh fuck.”
“So yeah, like I was saying. Fuck you. I miss you. I’ll be calling you everyday, even if you don’t acknowledge my existence. And...” AJ’s voice trailed off as he looked at his rear mirror, seeing that the camper was no longer on the road, “...And I might’ve just fucked up.” Any normal person would’ve hung up by now, but AJ had to think fast! Maybe he should just keep going. Peace out, ya know? Not his problem.
Nah, his mama raised him better than that. Heavily sighing, he stopped the car and reversed back, “Update fam. Some dude just went into a ditch. I think they’re okay.” Putting his car in park, after steering his car in the narrowed shoulder, AJ put his warning lights on and got out of one of many babies he owns. Feigning innocence by cooly approaching, trying to get a better look at the latina’s face, he cheesed, “Heyyyyyyyy, I can call–” Only to be interrupted by much deserved wrath.
“Motherfucker,” Sami’s bruised up knuckles tightened as he clenched his stone fists and marched towards the oncoming prick that just forced him off the road. The silhouette was familiar and as the pungent roadside air gave way to clarity, he recognised the face. “AJ FUCKING TYLER!” He barked. “Bitch you have about ten seconds before I punch your perfect teeth down your throat and pull them out of your ass.” The Juice was incensed, he could feel that Latino heat burning like a California wildfire in his belly and in his head. This wasn’t going end well for AJ fucking Tyler.
He knew the Beverly Hills party boy in passing at best. Most about everyone knew AJ Tyler. He was a face in every crowd and one that stood out amongst a menagerie of stand outs. He was also pretty sure that the Tylers were in business with his father - and he didn’t mean the car business - but none of that mattered in that moment; since in that moment Sami was preparing to turn AJ Tyler inside out. When Sami was like this, the air of menace was apparent and terrifying. The switch between sweet and destructive was instantaneous and above all else, that was something that was utterly terrifying to those that new him.
Okay, AJ could be civil and try to calm Sami’s storm, but then again… he was threatening him, when AJ was trying to be the bigger person. Whatever. There’s some things AJ will never be able to change, like, for example, how he reacts in heightened situations. “Bitch, please.” He snorted at the idea of the good ‘samaritan’, friend of all those that labeled themselves as ‘different’, laying a finger on him. He wished he had teeth like these. Attacking his pearly whites for no good reason. This was between them, not Sami and his teeth.
Mockingly taunting, AJ chuckled, unnervingly calm for his usual demeanor, “Save your breath, dude. Ain’t my fault you can’t drive.” His dark gaze scrutinized Sami’s animalistic nature. Based on Sami’s bruises, whoever he fought did not honor bro code, so it was most definitely a source outside of school grounds. Not good for his mates if he’s getting into fights with those kind of people.
“Plus.” AJ took a step closer, daring the Latino to touch him. It’s been awhile since AJ got in a good ol’ fight. “Your face looks busted as hell, I’d only make it worse. Like, man, if I had a face like yours, I’d fucking sue my parents.” He added insult to injury.
”You’re dead, pendejo.”
AJ’s phone: Your message has reached its limit...beeeeeeeeep.
Nicholas interacting with Rhoslyn @AXIS
Mrs. Northam and Little Nicholas
Pale, porcelain skin looked ghastly under the dreary dawn sky, as a scrawny, yet elegant hand gently brushed the hedge of the Manor's maze. Josephine's black robe vibrantly stood out in the land of the neglected green. The dry winds of the night that held faint whispers dissipated as the songbirds hid the spirits that roamed and wondered. Without the former Lady, the one who loved to tend, potter, and weed, the charm that was the Northam's gardens became creeping mildew and curling leaves. No paid gardener could love the grounds like her mother-in-law did. Perhaps, Josephine thought, she could take up gardening and make the house resemble that of an old oil painting she made for the late Lady, years ago. That is, if she is deserving.
Of course, plants were not easily controlled like her paintings were. They had a mind of their own and like a child, they could display one's failures and weaknesses. If she doesn't feed them, they could die. If she doesn't give them light, they could die. If she doesn't wish them well and have faith they will grow, optimism being the best fertilizer, they could die. Many things factored in nurturing a garden, and as of recently, no one was worthy enough to take care of her like the late Lady once did.
Let the Manor mourn.
Unfortunately, the Widow hadn't slept well. When does she ever sleep well? Many nights she is cursed with imagery, never failing to keep her awake. She could feel the spiders of the house weaving their tales that only the dead could read. She imagined the walls adorned with blood, dripping, flowing, streaming to the floor... flooding the house, giving it a cleanse. She was waiting. The Manor was waiting. This place, such a fascinating spectacle, wanted the residents to think of her, as any angel would. And think, they did.
When nightfall came around, it felt like Jo could feel the atmosphere, that was her home, speak to her. The raven beaut didn't want to lose touch, even if the Manor didn't belong to her. The Manor, and all that surrounded her, was magical and it only took a willing heart to be given a glimpse of her beauty. The garden was part of her humble brilliance and like a phantom, Josephine explored it. Passing the jewel of the grounds, a large, tempting pear tree, one of the few plants that thrived, the young woman found herself knelt in front of a rose bush. Her gaze was fogged and part of her didn't know how she ended up here.
Steadily, she reached for a rose, purposely wrapping that dainty hand of her's around the thorns of the stem. The sharp thorns pierced her fair skin. Her blood made a path down her hand and met the Earth with a sweet kiss. There was only minor flinching, and with a quick snip with the scissors in her other hand, Jo found herself holding a blooming rose. She dropped the scissors.
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
The tiniest of heeled steps could be heard rushing down the West hall, second floor. Dashing, daring Nicholas Northam had been knocking on his mommy's door but there was no answer, so he had to go on a great search to find her. MOMMY DISAPPEARED. Frightened of the large stairs, he turned his body around and crawled down. Slowly but surely, he found himself in the grand lobby. Rushing, speeding, as fast as... an exotic cheetah his grandpa would hunt, he found himself in the sun room, where she would paint.
She wasn't there... grrr.
His eyes scanned the room once more in frustration and found himself drawn to her muted painting on the easel. The paint that unpleasantly ran. Each stroke had a smudging quality and reflected the chaos inside his mother. Any adult eye would find her new phase of abstract composition as mad or as curious Not Nicholas! With a grin, the young boy greeted the art with a clap, "Good morning, grammy and gramps!" After staring at the art, as if it were talking to him, he nodded and puffed his blonde bangs out of his face, "I'll be back, I promise!"
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
Nicholas knew a boy that yelled was a boy without manners, so he'd have to find help quietly. His stomach did have the growlies, but he was going to ignore it until he found his dearest mother. From a distance, he could see one of the scullery maids, the one that wears red! Catching up to her, he grabbed the ends of her skirt, "Misssssss Rosieeeeee. Do you know where my mommy is?"
Humming to herself, a song she likes to sing at night, Josephine glided toward the family crypt to give her husband a rose. She enjoyed this silent peace to herself, regardless if those that watched from a distance questioned her sanity. It was truly unladylike to have not changed out of her nightwear, but her priorities were to serve her beloved, even after death. She needed to give him a gift.
Would he like the rose she picked out for him today?
Of course, plants were not easily controlled like her paintings were. They had a mind of their own and like a child, they could display one's failures and weaknesses. If she doesn't feed them, they could die. If she doesn't give them light, they could die. If she doesn't wish them well and have faith they will grow, optimism being the best fertilizer, they could die. Many things factored in nurturing a garden, and as of recently, no one was worthy enough to take care of her like the late Lady once did.
Let the Manor mourn.
Unfortunately, the Widow hadn't slept well. When does she ever sleep well? Many nights she is cursed with imagery, never failing to keep her awake. She could feel the spiders of the house weaving their tales that only the dead could read. She imagined the walls adorned with blood, dripping, flowing, streaming to the floor... flooding the house, giving it a cleanse. She was waiting. The Manor was waiting. This place, such a fascinating spectacle, wanted the residents to think of her, as any angel would. And think, they did.
When nightfall came around, it felt like Jo could feel the atmosphere, that was her home, speak to her. The raven beaut didn't want to lose touch, even if the Manor didn't belong to her. The Manor, and all that surrounded her, was magical and it only took a willing heart to be given a glimpse of her beauty. The garden was part of her humble brilliance and like a phantom, Josephine explored it. Passing the jewel of the grounds, a large, tempting pear tree, one of the few plants that thrived, the young woman found herself knelt in front of a rose bush. Her gaze was fogged and part of her didn't know how she ended up here.
Steadily, she reached for a rose, purposely wrapping that dainty hand of her's around the thorns of the stem. The sharp thorns pierced her fair skin. Her blood made a path down her hand and met the Earth with a sweet kiss. There was only minor flinching, and with a quick snip with the scissors in her other hand, Jo found herself holding a blooming rose. She dropped the scissors.
~
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
The tiniest of heeled steps could be heard rushing down the West hall, second floor. Dashing, daring Nicholas Northam had been knocking on his mommy's door but there was no answer, so he had to go on a great search to find her. MOMMY DISAPPEARED. Frightened of the large stairs, he turned his body around and crawled down. Slowly but surely, he found himself in the grand lobby. Rushing, speeding, as fast as... an exotic cheetah his grandpa would hunt, he found himself in the sun room, where she would paint.
She wasn't there... grrr.
His eyes scanned the room once more in frustration and found himself drawn to her muted painting on the easel. The paint that unpleasantly ran. Each stroke had a smudging quality and reflected the chaos inside his mother. Any adult eye would find her new phase of abstract composition as mad or as curious Not Nicholas! With a grin, the young boy greeted the art with a clap, "Good morning, grammy and gramps!" After staring at the art, as if it were talking to him, he nodded and puffed his blonde bangs out of his face, "I'll be back, I promise!"
Tap-tap-tap-tap!
Nicholas knew a boy that yelled was a boy without manners, so he'd have to find help quietly. His stomach did have the growlies, but he was going to ignore it until he found his dearest mother. From a distance, he could see one of the scullery maids, the one that wears red! Catching up to her, he grabbed the ends of her skirt, "Misssssss Rosieeeeee. Do you know where my mommy is?"
~
Humming to herself, a song she likes to sing at night, Josephine glided toward the family crypt to give her husband a rose. She enjoyed this silent peace to herself, regardless if those that watched from a distance questioned her sanity. It was truly unladylike to have not changed out of her nightwear, but her priorities were to serve her beloved, even after death. She needed to give him a gift.
Would he like the rose she picked out for him today?
Due to a small technicality, because I just noticed Lord Northam's age, I had to change things up in Jo's story.
Since it would conflict and not make sense logically, especially since Lord Northam is the eldest at 32.
She is now 29, instead of 32, met Morrie at 14, he will be two years older than her rather than seven, she'd have Nicholas at 24, making Morrie 31 if he were still alive this year, but he died a year ago so he most likely died at 30. So one year younger than his older brother.
Story is still the same with them getting infatuated with each other and probably while they traveled they tried for a baby. Back then young girls were assumed fertile so it would be weird for Jo to not have conceived until 23, even if she was with Morrie since she was 14. Her story fortunately still makes sense. Though, the kicker is Morrie was simply someone who enjoyed infidelity and didn't cheat because she couldn't give him a child. He cheated because that's what made him feel more alive.
Since it would conflict and not make sense logically, especially since Lord Northam is the eldest at 32.
She is now 29, instead of 32, met Morrie at 14, he will be two years older than her rather than seven, she'd have Nicholas at 24, making Morrie 31 if he were still alive this year, but he died a year ago so he most likely died at 30. So one year younger than his older brother.
Story is still the same with them getting infatuated with each other and probably while they traveled they tried for a baby. Back then young girls were assumed fertile so it would be weird for Jo to not have conceived until 23, even if she was with Morrie since she was 14. Her story fortunately still makes sense. Though, the kicker is Morrie was simply someone who enjoyed infidelity and didn't cheat because she couldn't give him a child. He cheated because that's what made him feel more alive.
I usually don't have much time to write until the weekend, so that's when I'll worry about my intro.
Alistair/Caius, Ana/Leona, & Alaric
FT. Coco & Arrow
LOCATIONS. Girls hallway → Girls bedroom → Girls hallway → Boys bedroom → Music Room
COLLAB. @TootsiePop & @Allycat
FT. Coco & Arrow
LOCATIONS. Girls hallway → Girls bedroom → Girls hallway → Boys bedroom → Music Room
COLLAB. @TootsiePop & @Allycat
Not one who needed a good night’s sleep, Caius had been ready for his day far earlier than the average witch or warlock. Standing by the grandfather clock in the hallway that led to the girls’ room, he silently waited, with crossed arms, in the corner — hidden in shadow. In the morning, girls were unaware and failed to observe their surroundings, especially when most suffered from sleep deprivation or worry that their eyelids weren’t embellished with the perfect winged liner. If there was ever an attack on the school, he wondered if any of them would be prepared, including his sister.
Truly, this was a gift of his. It was obvious he wasn’t a small dude. Even so, over the years, he took the time to master the ability to be unseen without using the overrated invisibility spell. For one, he wouldn’t use invisibility to peek at any of them, he had standards. But, Caius did believe that in order to be the best, he needed to groom his more humane skills before his magic. For example, advancing his stealth to help with his research. To research his colleagues, he could use stealth or he could simply persuade someone for intel. There were a variety of ways to get what he wanted and to build on his insight. As one can tell, stealth seemed to be a ‘go-to’ method for the eldest Sterling.
At last, that wasn’t why he was here waiting. He wasn’t that eager to watch the girls come in and out of the room. There was the southern belle that utilized her morning to go for runs. He was usually lucky to see her leave, and return, on a daily basis. Another early bird, the blonde introvert, seemed to prefer drowning herself in a book than interact with too many people. Kind of like his sister. Ah, then there was the attractive, perhaps easily… influenced, ice queen. Yes, a lot of these girls were interesting to watch. Yet, that wasn’t what he was here for.
He was here for one girl.
Eyes red, wide eyed, staring at the ceiling, Anastasia steadied her breathing and waited. Fear stricken, having had another bad dream, she listened to the girls exiting the room for breakfast. Her eyes were full of life, yet lost and uncertain like the vast ocean carrying emotional currents. She hated her disorder. The bloody images flashed in and out of her conscious. Another unnecessarily tragic scene, where innocence was lost. The tears trailed down her cheeks, wishing they’d all just hurry up and leave. She was tired of being in bed. Why couldn’t she muster the strength to get up while they all were still here?!
Doing her counting exercises, she continued to wait, and wait, and wait until she was positive she was the last one left. Or, she hoped! Swiftly, she got ready for her morning: quick rinse, since she ends her night with baths and only needed to freshen up, and more importantly, choosing her outfit of the day that would keep her in a light mood. Preparing herself to socialize and do the whole school thing… required a lot of intensive care, like looking presentable even if it was more for her than anyone else. Confidence. She needed to be confidant.
In the nick of time, she exited the girls’ room with a cute outfit, as per usual. She usually had more vintage vibes about her aesthetic and thankfully, she hadn’t broken any dress policy. So far, she must be doing something right! Tiptoeing, even if there was definitely no more girls on this floor, she whimpering whispered, “Brother…?”
“I’m here.” Coming from behind her, Caius grabbed her hand and turned her to face him, giving his twin a kind and warm smile, “You look adorable.”
“Do I?… yes, um, thank you. I put a lot of thought into it.”
“I know you did.” Softly, he responded. This was a side only she really got to see. Glancing over his shoulder back at the grandfather’s clock, he nodded, “We have one more thing to do before we eat.”
In excitement, her voice rose, “YES! I mean… yes. Alaric better not be late!” She giggled, her mood already taking a better turn.
“If he is, which he might, I’ll fight him.” A sly smirk slipped on Anastasia’s twin’s face.
“No… don’t do that.” She pleaded. Fighting was bad and made her sad. Violence was a no-no in her book and Alistair knew that! Of course, she knew he was bluffing. At least, she hoped he was. It would be the end of the world if her brothers got in a terrible fight. Why live?
With that, Caius led his sister to another area on school grounds, knowing his job was only beginning.
There it was again, that annoying and loud bell. A tired groan slipped from Alaric's lips as he buried his face in his pillow listening to the boys beginning to move around. He didn't understand why some of them were even bothering to wake up when some of them, like himself, didn't even have morning classes. "Ri-Ri You gotta get up! Ali will be upset if you're late!" A high-pitched voice rang in his head followed by the feeling of a furry little nose trying to shove it's way into his blankets.
"Coco I'm going to skin you and feed you to Princess." The threat caused the Marten to squeak and scurry to the end of the bed, making cute little clicking sounds before running off somewhere. The blonde sighed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position...even though he really didn't want to wake up, the rodent was right.
Alaric had to force himself out of bed and to the showers where he quickly washed up and dressed himself. Unlike his siblings who wore sensible clothing he rather liked to be a little rebellious. He used some light gel to fluff up his blonde locks, threw on a T-Shirt that had some sort of band symbol on it and his signature black leather coat. Then he threw on a pair of faded jeans and his favorite black converse. Alaric did this all in the time span of 30 minutes and rushed out of the boys room, not really taking any time to greet or speak to anyone who may have spoken to him. He had to get to the music room before the other two did.
And he did.
After reaching for the doorknob, Caius opened the door, scoffing when he saw the familiar face of his twin brother, while letting the youngest Sterling prance in. The first thing Ana did was run to Alaric and give him a kiss on the cheek, a more careless demeanor flowing over her. Without saying a word, Caius walked past the two of them and went to the record player. Fucking old-fashioned. He needed a morning energy song for Ana before they entered the den known as the cafeteria.
Ah. This one will do.
Grabbing one of the records off the shelve, he nonchalantly twirled it, before placing it in. He would literally die if anyone saw him dancing like a fool. Before moving the tone arm over the the record, he looked back at his siblings, waiting.
“Did you sleep well?” Ana gleamed at Alaric. Unbeknownst to her, her familiar, Arrow, the smallest fox in the world, slipped into the room and hopped onto one of the chairs. He had things to do while his mistress slept, but now their day was starting, which meant he had to keep her safe. He widely yawned, anticipating a show to happen in a matter of seconds.
Alaric smiled softly at his cute baby sister, “I slept fine, Leona. How was your night?” He asked, laying a gentle hand on the top of her head for a moment before looking to Alistair and than back at his sister. “You ready?” As the trio got ready for their morning routine Coco scrambled up onto the ledge of an open window and leaped up onto the same chair as Arrow, plopping down next to the small fox. “Hi Old man!” The rodent chirped.
“Ah yes. Of course, you can sit next to me.” Arrow sarcastically responded, as he straightened his posture, his baby fox tail leisurely moving on the seat, side to side. “It is far too early for your… bright disposition, Coco.” The kitsune didn’t understand why this rodent bothered. If it wasn’t obvious enough, the fox wanted to keep to himself and not have a childish Marten poking at him for attention.
“Of course I’m ready! And… let’s not talk about my night. Let’s just—”
“Dance.” As per tradition, ever since they were young, the brothers would loosen Anastasia’s nerves and give her a temporary fix of forgetting her bad dreams by starting their day with some jig. The song that resonated throughout the room was I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany, a late 80s song (yes, a nod to Umbrella Academy).
Stealing his sister from his brother, Caius reeled her in and gave her a little twirl before releasing her and allowing her to be a dork and do every corny dance under the sun, like The Sprinkler and The Cabbage Patch. He had a preference for ballroom dancing, but for her, he’d get out of his comfort zone. Bobbing his head and awkwardly swaying side to side, with a blank expression, he watched his sister’s face brighten expeditiously.
“Come on Alistair, loosen up a bit.” Alaric stuck a tongue out at him as he grabbed Ana’s hands and hopped around the room with her, letting out a bright laugh. While his brother may have been embarrassed by their morning traditions Alaric liked them and honestly wasn’t bothered about anyone seeing him. Alistair seemed to care about the image he portrayed but for him he just wanted to be himself and didn’t care who saw him. Besides this was fun for both him and Ana, it was a good way to spend the morning.
Looking over his shoulder to the window which peered into the courtyard, seeing no students around, Alistair rolled his eyes and gave a little more 'umpf' to his groove shimmying and eventually joining in with his siblings that were bouncing throughout the whole room. He did not bounce, but he followed along. The only time he would choose to follow them.
He felt like a fool.
And yet, this was tradition. Tradition and making Ana happy were priorities to him. With a slight smile, like hardly visible because that's how far he allowed his face to stretch, he snapped his fingers to the beat.
While the room was turning into a party, Coco watched the trio with gleaming ups, his little tail wiggling about. “You're so grumpy all the time.” he mused aloud. “You should try to look at things on the bright side! Makes your day a whole lot better.”
“You do that enough for us both." Smug. Arrow gave the hyper Marten a wink and then brought his attention back to the triplets, observing them in silence. Together, they made each other better. Separated, though? That was far more interesting.
Curious...
Truly, this was a gift of his. It was obvious he wasn’t a small dude. Even so, over the years, he took the time to master the ability to be unseen without using the overrated invisibility spell. For one, he wouldn’t use invisibility to peek at any of them, he had standards. But, Caius did believe that in order to be the best, he needed to groom his more humane skills before his magic. For example, advancing his stealth to help with his research. To research his colleagues, he could use stealth or he could simply persuade someone for intel. There were a variety of ways to get what he wanted and to build on his insight. As one can tell, stealth seemed to be a ‘go-to’ method for the eldest Sterling.
At last, that wasn’t why he was here waiting. He wasn’t that eager to watch the girls come in and out of the room. There was the southern belle that utilized her morning to go for runs. He was usually lucky to see her leave, and return, on a daily basis. Another early bird, the blonde introvert, seemed to prefer drowning herself in a book than interact with too many people. Kind of like his sister. Ah, then there was the attractive, perhaps easily… influenced, ice queen. Yes, a lot of these girls were interesting to watch. Yet, that wasn’t what he was here for.
He was here for one girl.
~
Eyes red, wide eyed, staring at the ceiling, Anastasia steadied her breathing and waited. Fear stricken, having had another bad dream, she listened to the girls exiting the room for breakfast. Her eyes were full of life, yet lost and uncertain like the vast ocean carrying emotional currents. She hated her disorder. The bloody images flashed in and out of her conscious. Another unnecessarily tragic scene, where innocence was lost. The tears trailed down her cheeks, wishing they’d all just hurry up and leave. She was tired of being in bed. Why couldn’t she muster the strength to get up while they all were still here?!
Doing her counting exercises, she continued to wait, and wait, and wait until she was positive she was the last one left. Or, she hoped! Swiftly, she got ready for her morning: quick rinse, since she ends her night with baths and only needed to freshen up, and more importantly, choosing her outfit of the day that would keep her in a light mood. Preparing herself to socialize and do the whole school thing… required a lot of intensive care, like looking presentable even if it was more for her than anyone else. Confidence. She needed to be confidant.
In the nick of time, she exited the girls’ room with a cute outfit, as per usual. She usually had more vintage vibes about her aesthetic and thankfully, she hadn’t broken any dress policy. So far, she must be doing something right! Tiptoeing, even if there was definitely no more girls on this floor, she whimpering whispered, “Brother…?”
“I’m here.” Coming from behind her, Caius grabbed her hand and turned her to face him, giving his twin a kind and warm smile, “You look adorable.”
“Do I?… yes, um, thank you. I put a lot of thought into it.”
“I know you did.” Softly, he responded. This was a side only she really got to see. Glancing over his shoulder back at the grandfather’s clock, he nodded, “We have one more thing to do before we eat.”
In excitement, her voice rose, “YES! I mean… yes. Alaric better not be late!” She giggled, her mood already taking a better turn.
“If he is, which he might, I’ll fight him.” A sly smirk slipped on Anastasia’s twin’s face.
“No… don’t do that.” She pleaded. Fighting was bad and made her sad. Violence was a no-no in her book and Alistair knew that! Of course, she knew he was bluffing. At least, she hoped he was. It would be the end of the world if her brothers got in a terrible fight. Why live?
With that, Caius led his sister to another area on school grounds, knowing his job was only beginning.
~
There it was again, that annoying and loud bell. A tired groan slipped from Alaric's lips as he buried his face in his pillow listening to the boys beginning to move around. He didn't understand why some of them were even bothering to wake up when some of them, like himself, didn't even have morning classes. "Ri-Ri You gotta get up! Ali will be upset if you're late!" A high-pitched voice rang in his head followed by the feeling of a furry little nose trying to shove it's way into his blankets.
"Coco I'm going to skin you and feed you to Princess." The threat caused the Marten to squeak and scurry to the end of the bed, making cute little clicking sounds before running off somewhere. The blonde sighed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position...even though he really didn't want to wake up, the rodent was right.
Alaric had to force himself out of bed and to the showers where he quickly washed up and dressed himself. Unlike his siblings who wore sensible clothing he rather liked to be a little rebellious. He used some light gel to fluff up his blonde locks, threw on a T-Shirt that had some sort of band symbol on it and his signature black leather coat. Then he threw on a pair of faded jeans and his favorite black converse. Alaric did this all in the time span of 30 minutes and rushed out of the boys room, not really taking any time to greet or speak to anyone who may have spoken to him. He had to get to the music room before the other two did.
And he did.
After reaching for the doorknob, Caius opened the door, scoffing when he saw the familiar face of his twin brother, while letting the youngest Sterling prance in. The first thing Ana did was run to Alaric and give him a kiss on the cheek, a more careless demeanor flowing over her. Without saying a word, Caius walked past the two of them and went to the record player. Fucking old-fashioned. He needed a morning energy song for Ana before they entered the den known as the cafeteria.
Ah. This one will do.
Grabbing one of the records off the shelve, he nonchalantly twirled it, before placing it in. He would literally die if anyone saw him dancing like a fool. Before moving the tone arm over the the record, he looked back at his siblings, waiting.
“Did you sleep well?” Ana gleamed at Alaric. Unbeknownst to her, her familiar, Arrow, the smallest fox in the world, slipped into the room and hopped onto one of the chairs. He had things to do while his mistress slept, but now their day was starting, which meant he had to keep her safe. He widely yawned, anticipating a show to happen in a matter of seconds.
Alaric smiled softly at his cute baby sister, “I slept fine, Leona. How was your night?” He asked, laying a gentle hand on the top of her head for a moment before looking to Alistair and than back at his sister. “You ready?” As the trio got ready for their morning routine Coco scrambled up onto the ledge of an open window and leaped up onto the same chair as Arrow, plopping down next to the small fox. “Hi Old man!” The rodent chirped.
“Ah yes. Of course, you can sit next to me.” Arrow sarcastically responded, as he straightened his posture, his baby fox tail leisurely moving on the seat, side to side. “It is far too early for your… bright disposition, Coco.” The kitsune didn’t understand why this rodent bothered. If it wasn’t obvious enough, the fox wanted to keep to himself and not have a childish Marten poking at him for attention.
“Of course I’m ready! And… let’s not talk about my night. Let’s just—”
“Dance.” As per tradition, ever since they were young, the brothers would loosen Anastasia’s nerves and give her a temporary fix of forgetting her bad dreams by starting their day with some jig. The song that resonated throughout the room was I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany, a late 80s song (yes, a nod to Umbrella Academy).
Stealing his sister from his brother, Caius reeled her in and gave her a little twirl before releasing her and allowing her to be a dork and do every corny dance under the sun, like The Sprinkler and The Cabbage Patch. He had a preference for ballroom dancing, but for her, he’d get out of his comfort zone. Bobbing his head and awkwardly swaying side to side, with a blank expression, he watched his sister’s face brighten expeditiously.
“Come on Alistair, loosen up a bit.” Alaric stuck a tongue out at him as he grabbed Ana’s hands and hopped around the room with her, letting out a bright laugh. While his brother may have been embarrassed by their morning traditions Alaric liked them and honestly wasn’t bothered about anyone seeing him. Alistair seemed to care about the image he portrayed but for him he just wanted to be himself and didn’t care who saw him. Besides this was fun for both him and Ana, it was a good way to spend the morning.
Looking over his shoulder to the window which peered into the courtyard, seeing no students around, Alistair rolled his eyes and gave a little more 'umpf' to his groove shimmying and eventually joining in with his siblings that were bouncing throughout the whole room. He did not bounce, but he followed along. The only time he would choose to follow them.
He felt like a fool.
And yet, this was tradition. Tradition and making Ana happy were priorities to him. With a slight smile, like hardly visible because that's how far he allowed his face to stretch, he snapped his fingers to the beat.
While the room was turning into a party, Coco watched the trio with gleaming ups, his little tail wiggling about. “You're so grumpy all the time.” he mused aloud. “You should try to look at things on the bright side! Makes your day a whole lot better.”
“You do that enough for us both." Smug. Arrow gave the hyper Marten a wink and then brought his attention back to the triplets, observing them in silence. Together, they made each other better. Separated, though? That was far more interesting.
Curious...
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