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[ricky-pride]

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Last year’s Gala was much easier to come to when he wasn’t alone. Now there wasn’t someone that he could distract himself with by conversing with them or hiding behind them to be ignored by the general hubbub of the table. Now he was alone and having to bring himself into his “fake it till you make it” mindset so he would be able to survive the next couple hours. He was trying to figure out where he should gravitate to next when he felt a shoulder against his back. “’m sorry, wasn’ payin’ attention to my surroundin’s.” His head is turning as he apologizes to whoever he bumped into. He feels a bit guilty for not being careful and hopes that he didn’t hurt them. “You okay? Didn’ hurt ya did I?”

[jingleilau]

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Jing Lei was taking some time to get something at Covaire Grill, a usual stop for him after he was done with grading his classes’ biology papers. The chthonic would otherwise have gone to Veggie Roofs to get ingredients for some more traditional Singaporean cuisine. But he didn’t feel like cooking today, and JJ and her staff made good food. He was currently tucking into a chicken wrap with a side of sweet potato fries when someone grabbed his attention.

“Don’t just stand there. There’s plenty of room at this table.”

[choiharu]

So weak... so pathetic. Humans were breakable creatures... wolves, too. Wolves though, they were as good as they were going to get. humans could be something better, if they were so lucky enough. If the processes didn’t kill them, at least. They had potential. It hadn’t killed him, after all. All of the screaming, all of the pain... it made him something better... Something darkly beautiful.

The girl he was watching was human. Hehad to remind himself to keep calm. They were still in the City... he couldn’t test her yet. Damn. He would have to keep a closer eye on her and catch her outside of the city... Track her on a vacation that she likely wouldn’t return from...

He heard someone near him, and the good physician looked over with a small smile. “My apologies. Am I in your way?”

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[edcn]

It’s unfortunate that her morning walk with Bear gets cut short by a heavy and sudden downpour, it’s fortunate on the other hand that they’re close to a coffe shop which offers shelter to both of them and a comfortable spot to wait the rain out. She got herself a coffee and Bear got a puppuccino he’d already devoured.

They were lucky to have gotten a table, the longer it rains the more the coffee shop fills and it becomes crowded quick."Don’t worry,” she notes aloud, aware of someone approaching although not quite sure whether or not they wanted to pass or ask for the empty seat at her table. “He’s friendly,” // @covairecitystarters​

[magisterleonedupont]

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Leone was beyond bored. And physical therapy had done little. Or more like the fact that it wasn't just temporary nerve damage just hadn't sunk in. The mage was stubbornly holding on to the last strands of hope that their condition was temporary. The last thing they wanted was to be left wheelchair bound.

And on top of everything, the pain meds had them really unaware of who they currently were incoherently babbling to. But the stranger seemed to be tolerating the presence at the bare minimum. Then the mage noticed the presence of someone else in the room.

[israelskelton]

Israel couldn't believe his luck – or rather, his misfortune. After enduring the ire of a irate client, a man with a volatile temper and a condescending attitude, he had landed himself in the emergency room. The injuries he had sustained had been minor and Israel would live to see another day. But fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor as he ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A deafening explosion shook the building, sending shockwaves through the air. Israel hesitated for a moment, his fear locking him in place. The deafening blast reverberated through his head, the sound of glass shards on pavement and walls crumbling caused him to shudder. Israel found himself shielded from the debris, but the shock of the explosion had hit him like a tidal wave. He stood there, frozen and trembling, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The guard accompanying him, with quick reflexes, grabbed Israel's arm, pulling him close as he ran from the crumbling structure. The world around him blurred into a chaotic mess as debris rained down, and the ground beneath him trembled as he stumbled alongside the guard.

His ears rang, muffling the sounds of panic and sirens around them. His heart raced in his chest, beating at an alarming pace. It was as if time had stopped, and he was trapped in a suspended reality, unable to fully process the gravity of the situation. As the shock settled in, his body temperature seemed to fluctuate erratically. One moment, he felt flushed and sweaty, the next, a chilling coldness enveloped him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he clutched at his chest as if trying to hold himself together. People rushed past him, some in agony, others frantically assisting the wounded. But Israel felt disconnected, as if he were a mere observer, unable to fully engage with his surroundings.

The harsh realization that he was now alone settled upon him, abandoned in a dangerous and uncertain situation. The absence of the guard left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, with no one to protect him from the chaos unfolding around him. His body may have been unscathed, but the emotional scars from the incident were still fresh, and the chaos around him made it hard to focus. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breaths became shallow as he struggled to keep his composure. Words from others reached his ears, but they sounded distant and muffled. Israel's breathing remained erratic, alternating between short, shallow breaths and moments of holding his breath. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, unable to find a safe place to anchor itself.

I didn't do this… It wasn't me… I'm innocent. But the words provided little comfort in the face of the terrifying reality he found himself in. I didn't do this… I had nothing to do with it. Israel muttered to himself, trying to convince both his racing mind and anyone nearby that he had nothing to do with the explosion. 'This is a nightmare… just wake up, wake up!' The voice in his head quivered with a mix of fear and frustration. The world seemed to slow down, and he struggled to process the overwhelming sensory overload as he stood before the hospital. Or what was left of it.

He had seen the worst side of this city, and without someone to guide him or watch his back, the fear of what might happen next loomed over him like a dark cloud.

[makrosea]

Downtown Bonfire

Mak had shown up a little while after the festival started. She wasn’t sure what to wear, so she opted for an outfit that was cute but comfy. Deciding that she’d want to start the festivities off right, with food and dancing, she made her way to the bonfire downtown, passing by a few familiar faces before she got lost among the throng of bodies on the outskirts of all the dancing. All the smiling faces and moving bodies were enticing, and she wasn’t even talking about those who were fucking around among the crowd. 

All the people dancing just seemed to be genuinely having fun. And Mak wanted to be a part of that, unable to recall the last time she really let herself have some wild, carefree fun. So, she let someone nearby take her by the hand and pull her into the crowd, her body instantly falling into beat with the others as the two moved together, against each other. 

When hands found her hips and tugged her over and turned her around, she smiled at the other, continuing her movements with her new partner. 

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[yoonxminho]

Location: Can be anywhere that has a parking lot. @covairecitystarters

With the ambulance parked, Minho sits on a bench at the edge of a parking lot. The night has been nothing but hectic, and yet, it would seem that in the earliest hours of the day, before the sun has risen, most have gone quiet—in their sector anyway. And so, with the knowledge that he will have at the very least twenty minutes to eat, the chthonic takes his dosirak (Korean lunchbox) out. It's nothing fancy, yet most would disagree if only due to its pleasing aesthetic.

His partner is currently on their phone, arguing with whoever is on the other side of the heated conversation. Minho will never comprehend the willingness for some to expose their dirty laundry in such manner. At times, he finds himself wondering if they find validation in being heard. Then again, he cares so little for the most things. He has people to save after all.

He is shoving a large piece of cooked egg white into his mouth, when he feels someone approaching. He puts the stainless steal chopsticks on top of the dosirak, and gazes up to whoever is coming closer. "Do you require assistance?" He asks politely, a faint smile on his lips.

[cassidy-mcgraw]

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The party had begun, and Cassidy already wanted to leave. It was hard being a face among the city. He wasn’t the Warden, nowhere near the Alphas, but as the Chief of Police he was still prominent. It was one of the times where he wished he could step down from the position and just live like some nobody. That way he could mourn like a nobody. 

The table he was sitting at was just insight of the dominion table and most importantly the CCPD table. Even if he wasn’t sitting with his officers, he still wanted to keep an eye on them. The last thing he or the department needed was them fucking up o a night like this. That and the added grief of the night just stressed him out. 

He was mingling, saying hello to those he needed to, saying thank you to the compliments on his outfit, and giving a silent nod to those who expressed their condolences after all these years. No matter how many years went by, this night never got easier. As he stood by, someone came up to him and Cassidy bowed his head respectfully, “Good evening, how are you?” His voice sounded prerecorded and almost robotic. He was just counting down the minutes until he could go to the memorial. 

[delilahfimclain]

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Location: The Rusty Nail Time: 6 pm or Later Open to: Anyone

The brunette had spent the first week in Covaire City moving into her new apartment, which still had no furniture, not even a bed. It wasn't cause she didn't have money saved, but simply cause she was nervous about what life would bring in this new city. So far, she had lived off Ramen packages and sandwiches from her first venture out when she arrived. What caused her to go out that night? She wasn't sure, but she found herself walking the streets of Covaire, following the GPS on her map to the nearest bar, The Rusty Nail. She felt, overdressed as she walked, noticing how her modest attire differed from most of those in the city.

Some were not discreet with the way they were staring, but she didn't seem too worried. By the time she reached the bar, it was as full as she expected, but it wasn't hard for her to squeeze into the bar. When she sat on an empty stool at the bar, she waved down a bartender. She sweet smile on her face as she ordered. "Could I get an Old Fashioned, please?" She wasn't sure if she'd stay past one drink, but she would just have to see where the night would take her.

Delilah had her drink in hand soon enough, starting herself a tab knowing she may stay awhile. Her eyes scanned the bar, looking at everyone inside, trying to guess what creature they could be. She found it harder to identify some rather than others but didn't seem interested in engaging herself in conversation. She could feel eyes on her, too many to keep track of, almost making her feel like prey in a sea of predators.

[mathiascain]

Location: Anywhere (except for private land)

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The kill was very satisfying, probably because it was the first one in a long time (long for Mathias). The chthonic went a bit overboard and there was a mess everywhere. Before, Mathias wouldn’t have cared, but now he had an appreciation for some cleanliness. The mess wasn’t his fault though. 

As he dragged the body, Mathias scowled, “So much blood everywhere, why did you have to bleed all over the place”. The prisoner wasn’t even recognizable at this point. He huffed, then stopped his fussing when he saw someone come near him. Mathias waved them over excitedly, “Hi! Can you help me clean this?”

[trevorxparrish]

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"I mean, I can play—as long as we’re not betting money, because I don’t feel like emptying my bank account tonight!” Trevor jokes, as he tries to explain how bad he is at pool without saying he’s bad at pool, while standing beside one of the tables. Tonight is quite enjoyable at the Rusty Nail since there isn’t a band playing. So while there’s people, it’s quite calm, and not overloading his sixth sense.

[defectivelabwolf]

Hot Dish (Semi-Open)

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Tesla had been super nervous the morning of her debut acting gig, and when she got nervous, she cooked. Helped her focus. Problem now was that she had a whole meal for roughly four to six people and her trailer's fridge was way too small to take most of it. So she was going up to folks around set to see if anyone was hungry.

"Sorry if this seems odd, but it's an old family habit to make more food than you need so you share with your neighbors. Can take the girl out of the Midwest, but can't take the Midwest out of the girl. So would you like some hot dish? Sorry, you all call it a casserole down here."

[wolfknightpoe]

Break Time Spoiled?

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There wasn't anything on the schedule today for another few hours, so Vincent was back in small workshop taking some time to himself to catch up on one of his favorite book series'. So he wasn't exactly expecting a knock on the doorframe.

"Need something?"

[edcn]

It had been an impromptu decision. Unplanned and unprepared but the ocean had looked rather inviting and Bear had already pulled her barefoot into the waves—- she'd instructed him to guard her belongings after stripping down to her lingerie. As always he'd taken the task quite seriously, protecting her dress, purse and shoes from mostly seagulls that dared to come too close. Which she had honoured with ear scratches and a treat.

"The water is nice," she calls out over her shoulder when she hears someone approach. "You should take a dip." // @covairecitystarters

[ricky-pride]

☼ Ostara Three ☼ ——— open

All the smells of sex and intoxicating pheromones were a enveloping all of Ricky’s sensations like a blanket. He is drunk—not from drink but from the close proximity of his love Danielle and all the orgies that happen around him. He doesn’t want to ever leave for fear of missing a single moment of the fun he is having with his girl. That was until his stomach rumbled with hunger. He says his farewells for the time being to get something to fill his stomach to keep up his strength. He may try to squirrel away a little something for Danielle—just a little something so she can keep her strength up for all the activities they will be partaking in. After all you should keep your partners happy and healthy when you’re fucking their brains out. As he walks, struts really, to the feast with his shirt unbuttoned to show off the scratches and bites upon his tanned skin. He looks happily dazed with the stench of sex and lust clinging to his body and looked upon the table for something. Everything looked delicious it was difficult to choose. A hand reaches out to grab the first thing that catches the wolf’s eye when he feels his fingers bump against someone’s hand. “Oh shit——sorry ‘bout that.”