#itsronniebish

[jacobsullivan]

closed starter for @itsronniebish Jamie & Ronnie at The Farmer's Market in Town Greene.

It'd been a week or two, Jamie couldn't recall with clarity the measure of time that had passed as chaos rained over his life and hometown. So easily he became lost in thought, trying to unpack the impossible. The fresh air and change in scenery helped, he thought. Though tender memories laid in wake around every corner, he found a moment of peace people watching from the Gazebo. A fresh apple from a local stand in hand, eyes glazed over, taking it all in.

Though, much too soon, that momentary peace would come to an abrupt end.

[ofbloodandsnow]

"Nah, I teach kids. I just think a lot, usually about stuff that'll never be relevant in real life but I guess that's what makes it fun." He listened to her explanation, nodding along. It made sense. Different species ate different things but no one, of any species, wants to eat food that smells bad. People like stuff that smells good. Like chocolate. "I totally get what you mean. Food's not just one sense, it's all of 'em, taste, texture, scent, the whole crew."

Despite the main topic being blood, they were still talking about food, the thought of chocolate still dancing away in his mind. "I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to still be here but, since no one's kicked me out yet, is there like a vending machine or something I can raid?" Did fancy country clubs even have vending machines? They should.

"Are you a nutritionist?" Ronnie teased, giving them a grin. "You've put a lot of thought into this, huh? I'm gonna be so real with you: I kind of treat it like eating food. Like, okay, it might be a little wrong, but I don't know where most of my food is coming from, and I absolutely don't know what a Cheeto is made out of. I just sort of like the taste. That's how I treat blood. I know that some people taste better. Their blood smells better, too. But," she shrugged. "I dunno." If she thought about it too hard, it made her a little nauseated, honestly. Like, she needed blood. She wanted blood, desperately. But she had to keep reminding herself that people were people, not just food sources.

[illputabexonyou]

With: @itsronniebish Where: King's Cross Hospital

Being in the hospital really sucked. Bex had never been a healthy individual, not for lack of trying, but she'd rarely spent time in hospitals and she sort of hated it. Being hooked up to wires, having people check in on her every hour, the constant smell of medication and sterilizer. Not to mention the terrible food. It was hard enough finding decent vegan food on a regular basis, in the hospital it just meant things like the world's most bland salad, a tomato sandwich, or a fruit cup. None of which were very filling or tasty, but Bex couldn't really complain, she supposed, considering she usually only subsisted on things like hummus and carrots, or toast. Still, she didn't like being in the hospital, especially alone, but she hoped it was only for a little bit longer. Her burns would take time to heal, as would her stitches, as she still refused any vampire blood, despite the staff's insistence. Hopefully, she'd still be out of here soon. But for now, she was stuck in this bed.

Billie had gone home for the night at Bex's insistence, but she was mildly regretting it as she struggled to try and open the little fruit cup the nurse had brought her. It shouldn't have been as frustrating as it was, even as she tried to hold the cup with her good hand and tear the top open with her teeth. It was stupid, but she was having a hard time, and maybe she was overreacting a little bit, but eventually she grew too frustrated and threw the plastic cup across the room. It knocked into the wall and fell to the floor, rolling over by the door-- where Bex finally noticed Ronnie was standing. "Shit," she said, covering her mouth a moment, "I-- sorry. I didn't see you." Mostly because she hadn't really expected anyone to come visit this late at night. "Are-- how are you, um, doing? You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?"

[axiosawaitaddie]

Who: @itsronniebish Where: Ronnie and Bri's apartment

It almost seemed too easy. All she'd had to do was look up local registered residents and their addresses, and voila-- there was her sister's name and address. It couldn't be that easy, could it? It could maybe be a different Veronica Bishop, but in such a small place, after a year long search with all leads pointing here? She sort of doubted it. She hoped it was real, too. She'd never admit it out loud, but she was really fucking hopeful that her sister would be behind the white wooden door she was now approaching. It looked like a nice apartment, which was on par for Ronnie. Which also meant the place likely wasn't hers and belong to whoever the other person at the address was. Someone named Brielle. Whoever they were didn't matter to Addie, though.

Still, she took a pause just outside the door before knocking. If this was really it, what was she supposed to say? Hey, found you! Cool, alright, let's go home and prove mom and dad wrong. Like, what the fuck was she even supposed to do now? What had she even been searching for Ronnie for? Just to prove herself wrong? It had been 15 years since she'd seen her little sister, aside from the annoyingly perky photo her mother had picked out of her for the funeral. She'd looked all too happy staring back at Addie from the easel, as if everyone in that room wasn't crying over her supposed death.

Finally, though, Addie pulled herself out of her stupor and knocked on the door, waiting. It didn't even occur to her that her little sister might not recognize her. For Addie, it was instant. The door opened and there was little, baby Ronnie, staring back up at her. She'd barely grown since Addie last saw her. Sure, her face was less round, she'd lost her little puffy baby cheeks, and her eyes were sharper, maybe a little more sunken-- but she looked almost the same as the day Addie had left.

"Holy shit," she breathed, staring, "it's really you. You're actually fucking alive."

[cantfightmoonlight]

@itsronniebish

"Here," She extended the coffee cup out toward Ronnie filled with some fresh blood that she was sure the little vampire would be happy to have about now. "You did good, kid," She added under her breath after a prolonged beat. Her gaze tilted back toward the door of Bexley's hospital room as a sigh escaped her breath. She did good and yet, in the end, it didn't always matter as twisted as that little fact about life was.

[nicocastillo]

closed starter for @itsronniebish where: rock climbing (pairing event)

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They'd opted for the climbing wall over bouldering, which was Nico's preference anyway, and so far there hadn't been too much discomfort. This at least, one on one and doing something he genuinely enjoyed, was easier even with the awkwardness of being near strangers. The sun was hot on the back of his neck as he kept an eye on Ronnie, partway up the wall, and he couldn't hide his surprise when he saw her attempt to pull herself higher, only to have the hold snap off in her hand. "Oh, hey, was that loose?" Nico called, as he held the line steady from the ground so she didn't fall. "Maybe come down if it doesn't look safe up there, we can get someone to check it out," he suggested.

[daphnebishop]

Daphne & Roni - Ronnie's home @itsronniebish

She'd kept the address tucked in her bag since the day she was told it was where she could find her sister. She doubted the person behind the door would be the Veronica Bishop. The very big-eyed little girl whom Daphne had to her great dismay at one point shared a bathroom with- what she wouldn't give to yell at her sister for using her favorite shampoo one more time. It was the only true lead she had in answers- not that the townies had been any damn help at all. Some insisted Roni was in fact breathing and living it up in a town that felt far too small despite Darian not having been much larger. And another insisting her deceased body had been brought here- a bull shit excuse that her sister had been living some sort of double life in a city she had not once mentioned. Daphne did not buy it so instead of hunting down autopsy reports first she sat on it for a couple weeks before deciding to knock on the door where her sister's doppelganger lived and apparently had at least stolen her identity. She wondered how trashed her credit would be now if that was the case as she stood outside the door waiting for the lock to disengage and the door to swing open.

Of all the things Daphne had imagined she was not prepared for what faced her on the other side of the door. Her heart seemed to miss several beats; she was dead herself. The breath ceased in her lungs and a struggling sound of shock and grief caused her lips to tremble in an attempt to say something...anything at all. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She whispered and before Ronnie could do something stupid like slam the door on her older sister Daphne pushed the door the rest of the way open and invited herself into Ronnie's home. She wrapped her arms around her sister's body and pulled her close to her body. Daphne's body shook as she restrained the sobs that had been building since she'd laid eyes on the very much alive little sister. "We buried you!" She shouted pushing outward to hold Ronnie out at arm's length to get a real good look at her. She looked unharmed, alive. A little pale but nothing a little self-tanner couldn't handle.

Tears blurred her vision and Daphne was so fucking sure she would be sick the longer she stood there holding her sister the more it dawned on her and the relief that had flooded her system barreled into leftover grief and quickly exploded into disbelief and rage. "How could you be so fucking cruel Veronica?!" She shouted gently shoving her sister as she cried in disbelief. "You were dead. There was so much blood and we mourned you. I mourned you. I've been mourning you for months and you've been what? Living your Gone Gilmore more Girl fantasy?" The funeral had been an all-black affair, stoic as the wealthy tend to be. The nicest flowers money could be, the best finger foods. It's a celebration of her life. There was no body tho, "We buried an empty box. A real nice one if you cared at all about anyone but apparently yourself." She accused, "Come on Ron give me your best excuse to why you would put us all through this. I mean I can understand not telling Mister and Mrs. Bishop," She referred to their parents cooly, "But me? but us? That's fucked up." She concluded wiping at the tears that had streaked her face with mascara. "Real bitch move."

[moonglowmagic]

Who: @itsronniebish

Where: The Town Green

“Isn’t there some saying about how you shouldn’t be out after dark?” Safiye asked as she closed the book she’d been working reading currently. Tucking the book into her bag as she stood up and stretched her legs out, she looked over at the other woman with a smile. “Let me guess got kicked out of another club?” She asked with a teasing laugh. “I mean you do have a knack for it.” Crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Should I even ask what you’re up to tonight or just assume that the town in my book is more interesting than this one?”

[lunarcoveinspo]

@cantfightmoonlight , @aiylabaysal , @rxmiddlemasx , @itsronniebish

[dvsconocvdo]

closed starter with: @itsronniebish where: in ronnie and bri's place

Amrita had gotten used to seeing Ronnie so often in her day-to-day life. Whether she saw the other in her walks, or as she went to work, or as she tended the local garden, she had found a friend in Ronnie. And having known financial struggles, Amrita made an honest attempt to give Ronnie food when she saw her or hot packs depending what she had on hand. She'd been the first person Amrita invited to her apartment, to give the other something warm to drink. And while Amrita didn't know much about vampires, meeting Ronnie shook away any fears in the back of her mind. So, when Ronnie had mentioned that she'd move in with someone, Amrita had scoured all over the web to find the best house warming gifts. What did a vampire even need? Besides blood, but that didn't scream homely.

"This is heavy, so be careful." Amrita said as she carried the money plant she'd bought and helped grow for Ronnie. The young witch didn't have a lot of money, so she couldn't really give a cash gift higher than fifty dollars (which she had put in a pink envelope on the money tree). Still, she splurged and also gotten Ronnie a movie night popcorn kit with various seasonings and flavors. None of it was wrapped up since Amrita didn't have any more paper to use to wrap up gifts. Still, she hoped it would be useful for Ronnie, for those late night cravings! "I wrote down the instructions in a paper, that's inside the envelope, but I can also just text them to you. It's not a high maintenance plant, so you'll be okay! And if it starts to wilt, just give me a call. But it's a money tree! So we are manifesting."

[jonahxrivas]

for: @itsronniebish location: their house

It's wasn't neglect nor laziness that caused Jonah to keep pending on maintaining his tanks at home. He used to find comfort in this, used to do it rather enthusiastically, made a whole day out of it but lately his mind was elsewhere, thoughts flowing from one far-flung scenario to the next only to settle on nothing in particular as days ticked by. Thankfully, they weren't fully forgotten, care was taken in some respect so they wouldn't be left to gather filth, but it wasn't the thorough, deep cleaning required. That, came about today, no more postponing, the effort he expended on tanks at the aquariums needed to be extended to home ones too. Hyper-focus came about as he fell into a rhythm that only broke to find Sheila not where he left her.

"Ah shoot..." he muttered fumbling around, "...not again." Careful to not knock the smaller bowls that temporarily housed other fish, Jonah began his search. One would think, tying a balloon to a turtle would help find it faster, but he didn't know how long she'd been roaming around and batted away worried thoughts of her venturing out of the house. Spotting Ronnie across the room, he called out, "Hey, Ronnie! Have you seen a balloon? Preferably recently... I can't find Shelia."

[ofbloodandsnow]

"Did you know the oldest recorded British joke was a dick joke? From the Exeter book, 10th century AD. Apparently, the oldest joke in general was about farting, from the Sumerians about 1900 BC. It's kinda cool isn't it? We're almost 4000 years apart and yet we're still the same. They were just like us."

Ronnie? "Likewise. Is Ronnie short for Veronica? Y'know its root name meant 'she who brings victory'? Which I guess means you were literally born to win."

"It's nice to know that the art of the dick joke is age old and long appreciated," Ronnie said. Now that he pointed it out, she remembered the insane amount of dick jokes they'd discussed in class, but she hadn't always paid attention to truly enjoy them all. Maybe Shakespeare was funny enough.

"I have no desire to be fought by online book nerds. I think I can take them in a brawl, but they might try to hurt my feelings," she joked. She could take them now, what with the vampiric strength of it all. But, yeah, her feelings would so get hurt. "Ronnie. It's nice to meet you, Tommy."

[illputabexonyou]

Where: Sinner's Night Club - Sexy Santa Contest Who: @itsronniebish

It was nice, for once, to wear normal clothes to work. Well, relatively normal. Bex didn't think she'd ever wear truly normal clothes. But no, tonight, for the sexy Santa contest-- a yearly event in Lunar Cove, it seemed-- Bex was going to be serving drinks, instead of being the one up on stage, which meant she got to wear whatever she wanted, as long as it was festive. So she'd chosen to wear one of her shorter red dresses with white stockings and a nice, velvet black sweater with a big, white bow in her hair. Maybe she wanted to impress someone, or maybe she just liked looking nice. Only time would tell, she supposed.

As the night wore on, the person she'd been hoping might walk through the door never did. There were many faces that Bex recognized, and somehow more skin showing than a regular night at the club. Some things she felt were better left unseen, but that wasn't really her place to judge. No, that was for the actual judges.

Once the contest had mostly started, and people began walking on stage to show off their costumes, Bex got to sit behind the bar with the bartender and watch, munching on some popcorn he'd made for all the staff that night. She supposed she shouldn't have been so surprised when she saw Ronnie walk on stage, but she was a little startled to see her. They hadn't talked in a bit, both busy with their lives and with everything that had happened in town recently, but Bex liked to think they were still friends.

Once Ronnie had walked off stage, Bex headed into the back where all the contestants were corralled off to after they showed off their costume. People were milling about back there, but Bex spotted the shorter girl quickly and moved through the crowd towards her.

"Why am I not surprised?" she said to her, hands on her hips, trying to keep her gaze anywhere but on the bare skin Ronnie was showing, which was a lot. "Aren't you cold in that?"

[lunarcovehq]

VERONICA BISHOP (ELLA PURNELL) IS LOOKING FOR...

Connection: Sibling(s) (1/2)

Suggested Name: UTP, last name Bishop

Age Range: 28-35

Species: Preferably Human, though possibly turned into a vampire or werewolf after October 2023

Suggested FCs: Needs to look like they could be Ella Purnell's sibling. Some suggestions: Francois Arnaud, Olivia Cooke, Kit Harington, Jenna Coleman, Natalia Dyer, Richard Madden, Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Connection Description:

Your character grew up with Ronnie in Darien, Connecticut, to the wealthy Henry and Josie Bishop, and had a very cushy up-bringing. Their parents were distant and best at showing affection through gifts, not attention. While your character was definitely spoiled, there was no doubt that the family youngest, Ronnie, was even moreso.

Perhaps your character's relationship with Ronnie is soured. Maybe they didn't approve of her attitude or the way she behaved, or maybe they just thought she was a brat. Honestly, your character could have just been indifferent, too focused on their own life to really care about forming relationships with their entitled family. Maybe your character and Ronnie actually got along rather well in their childhood

It's likely that no matter what, however, that your character and Ronnie (and a third sibling! whoever they may be) grew apart, and weren't really in contact for a while.

At the end of April, 2023, Ronnie went missing from her apartment in New York, and, a few days later, a crime scene was found with enough of her blood for investigators to rule that she'd been murdered. Your character's family mourned as much as they knew how.

However, something didn't seem quite right, and, somehow, your character found out that their sister might actually be alive out there somewhere. Which led them to Lunar Cove, the last safe place for supernaturals in the world, and the most likely place to find Ronnie, for better or for worse.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Virginia is available for DMs on @itsronniebish!!

[cantfightmoonlight]

@itsronniebish

Elif lay curled in on herself, a small, unmoving shape on top of a tangled mound of blankets. The weight of exhaustion pressed her into the mattress, not just in her limbs but in her bones, in the marrow of her very being. She wasn’t sleeping. She wasn’t awake. She just existed, caught in the empty space between the two, staring blankly at nothing as the hours bled into each other.

Her throat was raw, torn to shreds from howling until her voice had cracked and broken apart. But even that had stopped now. She had nothing left to give—not her voice, not her tears, not even the strength to move. She was a ghost in her own skin, heavy with grief, hollowed out by the loss of something she could never get back.

Kitty.

The image haunted her, burned into the backs of her eyelids. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, it was there—that tiny, limp form, still and lifeless beneath her. Elif had nudged her, begged her, nuzzled against her like a pup desperate to wake another from a deep sleep. But there had been no warmth left, no flicker of life in those glassy eyes. Just cold. Cold and still and gone.

It was her fault.

She should had left. She had known it deep in her gut. She didn't belong here. She never had. She was a stranger in this town. A black speck that had a tendency to taint whatever it was around. If she had never shown up then Nico would have never left. He would have been there to protect the pack. He would have been there with his family. With his mom. And if she hadn't come back, then Damien would have never found this place. He would have never shown up. And even if she had come, she should have packed up her bag when she had wanted to. When she knew she should instead of being swept up in those beautiful big hazel eyes, pleading for her to stay.

It was her fault.

Kitty was dead because she was a coward who didn't know when to say goodbye when a good thing was still good. She should have been faster. Should have been strong. Should have stopped her from intervening or from Nico accepting that stupid challenge. She should have saved her. But, she hadn't.

Kitty was dead and Elif was here.

Curled up in a bed that felt too big, too empty, drowning in the silence where a heartbeat used to be. The world kept moving. Ronnie kept talking. But none of it reached her. It was just noise, muffled and distant, like she was listening from underwater. She didn't want to get up. Didn't want to eat. Didn't want to be. She just wanted to go back to the moment before everything fell apart, but she didn't know how to. Back to a moment when her friend was still breathing.

"Please don't make me get up," She finally choked up. Her head barely lifted. The fire that once burned bright behind her amber eyes dulled into nothing more than a flickering flame that had all, but been hushed out entirel.

[daphnebishop]

"we were girls together" - Veronica & Daphne Bishop mood board @itsronniebish