#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]

"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."

[cantfightmoonlight]

@itsronniebish

The wolf trotted across the Town Green. She had yet to locate Ben's leg, but she hadn't given up hope yet, and the search between that and Meena had kept her preoccupied. She was searching for Dhruv too, if only for Kitty and his family's sake, but given the way Nico seemed to adamantly sigh whenever his name was mentioned, she found herself not looking as hard to find the drama king wolf as she probably should. Though, her version of 'hardly searching' was still likely more than most.

She hadn't returned back to her place since the night at the Pendulum. The only time she had spent in human form had been the short stint she had taken at the Wolf Den to let Nico stitch up her cheek and, as soon as he was done, they were back out in the woods, searching all over again. The burned scar on full display both in wolf form and now, as she transformed back behind a nearby bush, tossing the oversized hoodie she had stashed there over her head so that she wouldn't be stark naked as she made her way, barefoot, across the street. Without a word, she threw her arms around Ronnie and pulled the vampire in for a tight hug. She knew she likely smelled strongly of pine needles right about now from her job through the forest, and maybe some dirt, but she hoped Ronnie didn't mind, since currently, all she wanted to do was stay just like this. Her face burying into the petite vampire's neck.

[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."

[illputabexonyou]

With: @itsronniebish Where: Downtown LC streets

Thanks to Bex being probably the clumsiest person, she'd been sent home early from work that night after slipping on the stage and hitting her face against the pole, causing a gushing nose bleed. It was very unpleasant, yes, but Bex had wanted to stay despite everyone else protesting she go. And so, eventually, she'd given in and clocked out and started heading home. She hadn't even gotten halfway through her shift and the midnight air felt just a bit chillier than the 6am air. Holding the rag to her face that one of the other girls had given her, Bex made her way back home along the streets, keeping as sharp of an eye out as she could with a cloth on her face. The bleeding had stopped for the most part, but she'd always been slow to heal and she could still taste the blood in the back of her throat.

She was just rounding the corner into the main part of downtown when she saw a shadowy figure out of the side of her eye, causing her to jump and suck in a breath, a small "Fuck," leaving her lips. Once her eyes focused in the new lighting she found that it was just...another person. A girl, actually. A pretty girl. "Oh, hi, s-sorry," she said, removing the rag from her face, "you scared me. I hope I didn't, uh, scare you or anything, too."

[nate-windsor]

what: campfire retreat - dodgeball who: @itsronniebish & nate.

Nate narrowly avoided a ball that came flying at his feet seemingly out of nowhere. He had to admit that his heightened senses had sharpened his reflexes quite nicely. It wasn't cheating if basically everyone was dealing with some version of the same thing, right? And it was so nice to lose himself in something for once, to just shut off his brain and pretend like he wasn't fully aware of his proximity to his ex-wife. One that had made quite a show out of flirting with Starched Shirt Guy.

He was feeling totally fine and cool about the whole thing.

And it was about the time he'd solidified that as his inner mantra that his eyes fixed onto another Bishop entirely.

Nate had a vivid memory of a time when he was seven years old, swinging from the monkey bars. He'd gotten too cocky, skipping three bars at a time. When he went for four, he missed, fingers slipping from the bar as he fell flat onto his back below. The next several moments he could only lay there gasping as he fought for breath.

This felt a lot like that, staring someone he knew to be dead right in the face. Because Veronica Bishop was here. And she was very much alive.

He didn't realize he'd stopped, didn't realize a ball was hurtling towards him with stunning accuracy.

"Ronnie?" he asked in disbelief.

The ball hit him squarely in the face.

[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."

[lunarcovehq]

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@dvsconocvdo (Amrita)

[moonsongchorus]

Kadir sighed and, crossing his arms, leaned back against the now closed driver's side door of his beat up old car. He had enough money now to replace it a hundred times over--two centuries helped with that--but it had been with him for a long, long time. When it felt like most of the world was changing, it was nice to have a few things that stayed the same. "Practice," he said truthfully. "I made a lot of dead humans when I was new like you. Didn't have anyone looking after me. And I didn't know how to stop. The hunger was...overwhelming. It was stronger than I was. The biggest mistake I ever made was trying to stop it, to fight it. At the beginning, I thought I could hold out. That I could change what I was. But you can't. The thirst wins in the end. It always does. The best you can do is not let it get too strong. Feed regularly. Get a drink--a small drink--at the very first sign of need. Have a bag in the car. Go to the coffee shop in town, get a shot. Sip it slowly, take your time. Never let it build. The hungrier you get, the more you disappear and the blood lust wins. Don't let it sneak up on you." He wished more than anything he could take this away from her, turn the vampire off, save another young, newly turned human into becoming the monster he had. But there was no going back. There was only learning to live with it. "Here." He reached into the car and pulled out a napkin and pen, writing his number on it and handed it out to her. "You get hungry, call me. I'd rather bring you a drink than have to help you bury a body, alright?"

Ronnie blinked. "That... is a really long time." And he was so casual about it, too, calling himself a blood sucker, acting like it was the easiest thing in the world. It might have been nice to have been turned by somebody like him. For one, he was still around. For another, he was actually knowledgeable about shit. "How do you, uh, how do you not?" she asked. "You know. Make dead humans." She didn't want to kill people. Really, she didn't. And it had only happened a few times, now, back in New York, but she didn't really want it to keep happening. Ronnie didn't let herself feel guilty about it, not when Cain had said those things happened (plus, she knew if she started, she wouldn't stop, and of all the things eating her alive, Ronnie didn't want to add guilt on top of all of that). "No bunny hunting. Noted. I never liked that hunter dude from Looney Tunes anyway." Her eyes widened as he pulled the blood out of his car, handing over not one but too bags of it. And he said not to drink it too fast, and she didn't. She wouldn't. She's save one, she thought, opening one of the bags and attempting to drink it slowly. It didn't work, but she didn't drink it too fast. She even remembered to add, "Thank you."

[cantfightmoonlight]

@itsronniebish

"Hey stranger," Elif's eyes couldn't help, but light up. Her skip gaining a step as she made a beeline straight to the vampire's side. "Fancy seeing you here," She teased as she held out a beer towards the other girl, before she reached up to adjust her hoodie that was slipping off her shoulders. "I snagged you a beer and there is a ton of food that, don't worry, I did not cook. So, it is edible. Promise. Did you have fun?"

[daphnebishop]

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

[moonsongchorus]

END.

Kadir sighed and, crossing his arms, leaned back against the now closed driver's side door of his beat up old car. He had enough money now to replace it a hundred times over--two centuries helped with that--but it had been with him for a long, long time. When it felt like most of the world was changing, it was nice to have a few things that stayed the same. "Practice," he said truthfully. "I made a lot of dead humans when I was new like you. Didn't have anyone looking after me. And I didn't know how to stop. The hunger was...overwhelming. It was stronger than I was. The biggest mistake I ever made was trying to stop it, to fight it. At the beginning, I thought I could hold out. That I could change what I was. But you can't. The thirst wins in the end. It always does. The best you can do is not let it get too strong. Feed regularly. Get a drink--a small drink--at the very first sign of need. Have a bag in the car. Go to the coffee shop in town, get a shot. Sip it slowly, take your time. Never let it build. The hungrier you get, the more you disappear and the blood lust wins. Don't let it sneak up on you." He wished more than anything he could take this away from her, turn the vampire off, save another young, newly turned human into becoming the monster he had. But there was no going back. There was only learning to live with it. "Here." He reached into the car and pulled out a napkin and pen, writing his number on it and handed it out to her. "You get hungry, call me. I'd rather bring you a drink than have to help you bury a body, alright?"