The Queen Bee
Last Seen: Apr 23, 2024 20:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Faye Chamberlain on Jan 1, 2024 13:23:03 GMT -5
The night was alive with anticipation as the vibrant glow of light spilled from Faye's mid-century modern house, nestled amidst the lush greenery of the landscaped lawn. The rhythmic beat of music reverberated through the air, drawing a lively crowd of teenagers and college-aged revelers to #6 Crowhaven. Cars were parked along Crowhaven Road and on each side of the long driveway.
Faye's house, with its sleek lines and large windows, exuded a timeless charm that perfectly complemented the upbeat energy of the gathering. The entrance, adorned with string lights and dozens of carefully placed lit candles, welcomed guests into a world where the mystical meets modern flair.
Stepping inside, guests were immediately captivated by the sunken living room. This focal point added an element of chic sophistication to the festivities. Low-slung sofas and plush cushions adorned the sunken area, creating cozy nooks for animated conversations and laughter. The room was bathed in the warm glow of pendant lights, casting a golden hue on the retro furnishings and accentuating the vintage artwork that adorned the walls. Heady incense was lit, and the pulse of the music was low and slow.
A makeshift dance floor emerged at the center of the living room, where the latest tunes blasted from a carefully curated playlist. The air buzzed with the infectious energy of carefree youth as friends twirled and grooved to the rhythm of the music. Everyone had a drink in hand, as the liquor cabinet had been opened for consumption.
In the kitchen, the heart of any good party, a spread of snacks and refreshments beckoned hungry guests. Mid-century modern barstools lined the counter, creating a casual spot for friends to gather and share stories over plates of finger foods and colorful cocktails. The scent of delicious bites wafted through the air, enticing everyone to indulge in the culinary delights.
Outside, the backyard was transformed into a vibrant oasis of festivity. String lights adorned the trees, creating a magical ambiance under the night sky. A bonfire crackled in a corner, inviting guests to gather around and share stories as they basked in the warmth of the flames.
As the night unfolded, Faye's mid-century modern house became a haven for laughter, music, and camaraderie—a perfect blend of endless summer and youthful exuberance.
TAG: Brahm van Tassel , Adam Conant , Morgana Shipton , Jamie Faulkner , Cassie Blake Diana Meade, @asha Alex Lange
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The Lost Boy
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket. Cover me with the endless night
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Brahm van Tassel on Jan 2, 2024 12:26:30 GMT -5
Brahm was already there, having spent the daylight hours at the Chamberlain house. He was more than a little bit acquainted with her bedroom, and the two of them had spent hours lounging among her pillows while sharing each other's bodies. The real fun would have to wait until the outsiders had gone, and they were left with only Crowhaven kids. Brahm had been spent the last year growing a certain strain of hallucinogenic mushroom, and he couldn't wait to try it out.
Until then, he was content to play the part of Faye's love interest. He remained by her side, and privately enjoyed the jealous looks that his proximity earned him.
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The Wild One
Some strange music calls me in.
Last Seen: Jan 4, 2024 19:49:09 GMT -5
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Post by Jamie Faulkner on Jan 2, 2024 15:59:56 GMT -5
(I hope this isn’t stepping on toes, I assume other folks are attending as sorts of faces in the crowd. Our Hostess doesn’t seem to be one that does small gatherings.)
Jamie was outside, doing her best to be the center of the throng. She was dressed to stand out, most people would have looked like a fool. Yet, the young oracle seemed as if she could wear anything. Maybe it was the lithe frame, or, maybe it was because she just seemed not to care. She was who she was. The little shredded jean shorts, a midriff barring tank top, and she was absolutely barefoot. Her blonde hair was wild, and disheveled.
She was at the bonfire, holding within her left hand a bottle of cheap booze.
At the top of her lungs the young woman spoke too all those gathered there, and to other more ephemeral beings.
“We Beseech you Bachus, Bast, Ninkasi, and even you Cool Jesus to bless this party.” She raised one hand over her head, dumping a few splashes of booze into the flames. “Let no one go to bed this evening sober.”
She let out a little laugh.
“And none of you dumb asses drive home. You sleep in a car, or walk yourselves home.”
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Heart of Gold
A heart of gold, as bright as flame
Last Seen: May 2, 2024 11:42:47 GMT -5
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Post by Morgana Shipton on Jan 2, 2024 16:23:39 GMT -5
Morgana stood in the midst of Faye's lively party, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. The atmosphere buzzed with electric energy, and she effortlessly blended into the festive ambiance. She held an alcoholic cocktail of unknown origin, a concoction of liquors that mirrored the diverse mix of guests. Her laughter rang out as she engaged in animated conversations, her expressive gestures punctuating each anecdote she shared. Her eyes sparkled with joy and curiosity, taking in the diverse crowd gathered to celebrate under Faye's roof. As the night unfolded, Morgana found herself drawn to the dance floor, where the rhythmic beats of the music seemed to pulse through her veins. She moved to the music with infectious enthusiasm, losing herself in the crowd. Morgana's movements blended grace and spontaneity, effortlessly syncing with the eclectic tunes that filled the room. She became a magnet for others eager to join in the revelry, forming an impromptu dance circle that added excitement to the already vibrant party atmosphere. She pounced on Jamie Faulkner when she saw her and rewarded the barefoot witch with a hug. "Hello, Darling! Stay after the party for the after-party, ok? Brahm brought goodies!"
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The Knight in Shining Armor
Blessed by Tides and Hearth
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:25:27 GMT -5
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Post by Adam Conant on Jan 3, 2024 18:25:11 GMT -5
Adam's heart quickened as he approached the grand entrance of the Chamberlain household. A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth, his stormy eyes taking the revelry in full swing. He had suddenly cut his trip short, driven by an unspoken yearning to be home. The weight of a round-shaped object, secured in a leather bag slung over his shoulder, felt inconsequential compared to the anticipation building within him. The night sky loomed overhead, shrouded in a tapestry of stars, and a crisp breeze carried the scent of the ocean. Windswept from his journey, Adam took a moment to appreciate the familiar scene that greeted him. His tanned skin glowed under the moonlight, and his freckles stood out like constellations on his face. He wore simple attire, a cuffed white button-down shirt with khaki slacks and a pair of suspenders, with Doc Martens. Raj trotted at his side with his ears perked. The dog's coat shimmered in the dim light, and his eyes showed a knowing intelligence. As they stepped inside through the open glass door to the lively party, the thumping bass and laughter melded with the rhythmic beating of Adam's heart. A few coven members were scattered across the room, engaged in animated conversations and laughter. His eyes fell on Morgana Shipton , who was pouncing on some poor girl. There was Brahm, who was now apparently with Faye. That was a surprise, and he let his eyes linger before turning to scan the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Diana's tall, slender figure. He had missed her more than he cared to admit during his quest for the Master Tools. Spotting her across the room, a cascade of relief washed over him. Diana stood near the fireplace, tall and pale like a flame, surrounded by her friends. Her presence was magnetic, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Adam couldn't help but smile as he made his way toward her. "Diana," he murmured as he reached her side, the word carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. She turned, and her beautiful green eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Adam! You're back!" she exclaimed, her voice a symphony of warmth and joy. The two held each other tight, exchanging kisses and murmured promises in the middle of the dance floor. After a long and meaningful moment in her arms, Adam gently parted. He motioned for her to wait, reaching into the bag that was slung over his shoulder. "And I bring news," he said cryptically, motioning to the leather bag. He didn't dare bring them out in the open. Diana's eyes widened as she took in the sight. "You found them," she whispered, a mix of awe and gratitude in her voice. Adam nodded, his gaze locking with hers. "I couldn't stay away any longer. I needed to be here with you, and give you this." he confessed, the unspoken tension lingering in the air. He leaned in to kiss her, wanting desperately to feel her soft petal lips on his. Then suddenly, he heard a sharp, feminine sounding squeal, and was subsequently bulldozed by the force-of-nature that was Morgana Shipton.
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Heart of Gold
A heart of gold, as bright as flame
Last Seen: May 2, 2024 11:42:47 GMT -5
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Post by Morgana Shipton on Jan 3, 2024 18:41:40 GMT -5
Amidst the revelry of the summer party, Morgana was amid her own mischief. She had been playfully teasing Jamie Faulkner , weaving illusions with a mischievous glint in her eyes. As her laughter filled the air, a sudden glimpse of Adam's windswept figure drew her attention. Without hesitation, she let out a squeak that could rival a child's enthusiasm, her unique blend of quirky charisma and decibel levels making heads turn. Bounding over with a newborn colt's unbridled exuberance and grace, she closed the distance between them in seconds. Her long, red hair danced in the breeze, echoing the bright energy that radiated from her. "Adam!" she exclaimed her voice a delightful melody that resonated through the room. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him in a hug, squeezing tightly as if trying to encapsulate all the joy of their reunion in that single moment. Adam, caught off guard by Morgana's infectious energy, couldn't help but chuckle. "Morgana, you never change," he said with a warm smile, returning the embrace. The room seemed to come alive with their laughter, the mystical ambiance of the gathering embracing the moment. Morgana pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She seemed ready to drag Jamie into the whirlwind of antics that always seemed to follow in her wake. She turned around to see if Jamie Faulkner was willing, extending her hand to her.
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The Knight in Shining Armor
Blessed by Tides and Hearth
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:25:27 GMT -5
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Post by Adam Conant on Jan 3, 2024 19:19:19 GMT -5
As Adam disengaged himself from Morgana he couldn't help but notice a corner of the room where Sally Waltman was holding court with her strident voice and slightly over-permed hair. With her was Kori Henderson, the youngest of the Henderson children. Curiosity piqued, he decided to listen in on the the conversation, while keeping the rest of his attention focused on Morgana and Jamie.
Sally's loud voice cut through the ambient noise, making it easy for Adam to overhear snippets of their conversation. "...then I told him, 'You can't just use that excuse every time!' But you know how some boys are, never willing to admit they're wrong," Sally exclaimed, her hands emphasizing each point as if conducting an invisible orchestra of drama.
Kori, a young girl with an air of innocence, nodded with a small, understanding smile. Her presence radiated a quiet warmth in stark contrast to Sally's exuberance. Her blonde hair framed her face delicately, and her bright blue eyes held a sparkle that hinted at intoxication. He noticed that she had a red solo cup in hand, and wondered what was in it.
Instead, he turned his focus back to Diana and to the young woman that Morgana was attempting to introduce to him. Everything else, can wait.
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The Lost Boy
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket. Cover me with the endless night
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Brahm van Tassel on Jan 4, 2024 19:06:06 GMT -5
As Adam, and Diana were having their reunion, something else was happening off to the side. A subtle shift in the atmosphere announced the arrival of Faye from around the corner. The air seemed to crackle with her energy as she approached, her presence commanding attention, but only directed at one person. Without hesitation, she sidled up to Brahm, who sat nearby in a elaborate winged chair and draped herself on his lap.
With his brown skin and confident demeanor, Brahm welcomed Faye with a playful, rare smile. He made sure that she was comfortable, sweeping back her dark mane of dark curls. She looked up at him, and he felt like he was suddenly swimming in liquid pools of amber. She let the eyes linger for a moment more, and then leaned up to kiss him. He welcomed it, bringing her close and letting it deepen. Faye's honey-colored eyes sparkled with mischief as she broke away, settling into the comfort of Brahm's embrace.
Their affectionate display had somehow gone mostly unnoticed. The couple lost in their private world, continued their playful interaction.
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The Queen Bee
Last Seen: Apr 23, 2024 20:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Faye Chamberlain on Jan 9, 2024 15:58:28 GMT -5
Faye reclined in Brahm's embrace, the music's rhythmic beat and the summer party's warm atmosphere creating a cocoon around them. With its retro furnishings and golden glow, the sunken living room felt like a private sanctuary amidst the revelry. Her fingers traced idle patterns on Brahm's chest as they shared a stolen moment of intimacy, immersed in the low, slow pulse of the music.
The air buzzed with drunken excitement, but Faye's attention shifted abruptly as her sharp, honeyed eyes caught sight of a familiar figure entering the room. Adam Conant. His sudden presence carried an unspoken tension, and Faye's heart quickened with anticipation. She nudged Brahm gently, untangling herself from his lap with a graceful sway of her hips.
As Faye approached him, her languid movements transformed into purposeful strides. The party's vibrant energy seemed to dim compared to the sudden blaze in her eyes. The sleek lines of her figure and the confidence in her steps exuded an aura of authority, marking her as the Queen of Crowhaven. Her black curls framed her face like a halo as she zeroed in on Adam, her red lips curving into a sly smile.
"Adam," she purred, her voice's low, husky tone cutting through the music. Her eyes, usually lazy and seductive, now sparked with an intensity that matched the glowing embers of the bonfire outside. Faye was no stranger to secrets. Adam's return with a leather bag hinted at revelations that stirred the very core of their supernatural existence.
His eyes met hers, and she couldn't help but notice the guarded look in them. Faye's curiosity flared into something more potent, a panther ready to pounce on the scent of prey. She reached out for the bag, her red-tipped fingernails dancing on its surface, silently demanding answers.
"Where did you get that?" she demanded, the words sharp and direct, no longer soft or lazy. The party continued its rhythm around them, but it felt like the world had stilled at that moment. Faye's desire for the Master Tools, the ancient artifacts with untold power, burned like a flame. The very essence of her being craved the power they held.
Adam, however, was quick to snatch the bag away from her reach, his expression resolute. "Uhn-uh, No." he declared, keeping the mysterious contents concealed from her hungry gaze. The unspoken tension between them hung in the air, the clash of desires and secrets weaving a complex tapestry in the heart of Faye's mid-century modern home.
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The Knight in Shining Armor
Blessed by Tides and Hearth
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:25:27 GMT -5
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Post by Adam Conant on Jan 9, 2024 16:19:46 GMT -5
Adam shifted uncomfortably under Faye's penetrating gaze. The party around them seemed to fade into the background as he was caught in the crossfire of her curiosity. "On an island." The words hung in the air, intentionally vague and elusive. He lifted the leather bag higher, out of Faye's reach, a silent declaration that the contents were not up for grabs.
A subtle exchange of glances with Diana conveyed a shared understanding. The weight of the leather bag in his hand felt comforting and burdensome. The Master Tools were no ordinary artifacts, and their discovery promised to unravel ancient mysteries.
Faye's demand for specifics echoed through the room. "Which island?" she pressed, her tone demanding answers. Adam couldn't help but notice the fire in her eyes. This intensity mirrored the relentless pursuit of the supernatural that defined her.
"I didn't know you were so interested. You never seemed to be before." Adam replied, attempting to deflect her probing questions. Faye's glare bore into him, a silent promise that she wouldn't rest until the truth was laid bare.
A tense moment lingered, and then Faye spoke with determination, "One way or another, I'll find out, Adam." Her words hung in the air, a challenge that sparked his inner resolve.
Adam met her gaze squarely, deciding to share a bit more. "There's nothing else where I found it. Believe me, these were the only Master Tools hidden there." He hoped his assurance would appease her relentless curiosity, but Faye could not back down easily.
Faye breathed, her stance relaxing as she transformed her intensity into a sly smile. "Well, the least you can do is give us all a chance to look at it." Though seemingly innocuous, her request masked the underlying hunger for knowledge.
Diana, ever the voice of reason, interjected, "No. Nobody has even touched it yet. We don't know anything about this except that it was used by the old coven. That means it's dangerous." Her words carried a weight of caution, a reminder that the allure of ancient magical artifacts often came with unforeseen consequences.
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The Queen Bee
Last Seen: Apr 23, 2024 20:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Faye Chamberlain on Jan 10, 2024 15:54:21 GMT -5
Undeterred by Adam's reluctance, Faye stood on her tippy-toes, a predatory gleam in her golden eyes, and snatched the leather bag from his hands. It yielded quickly to her grasp, and without hesitation, she reached inside. Her fingers closed around the calm surface of something unfamiliar. As she withdrew her hand, the moonlight spilled through the crystal skull she held. It glistened, revealing grinning crystal teeth and hollow eye sockets that seemed to stare directly at her.
A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she marveled at the ethereal beauty before her. "Do we know this is the crystal skull Black John wrote about?" Faye's voice, usually confident and sultry, now held a quiet awe.
"Yes," Adam affirmed, his own excitement palpable. "At least, it fits the description in the old records exactly. And I found it in a place like the one Black John described. I think it's the real thing."
The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and reverence. Ever the party-pooper, Diana stepped forward and plucked the heavy crystal skull from Faye's hands. Her gaze held a meaningful warning as she spoke, "It needs to be cleared, purified, and studied before we work with it. There is bound to be some negative energy attached to it. This was Black John's favorite tool, and who knows what condition it was left in. We won't use it until we're sure it's safe."
Faye rolled her eyes, her lovestruck and slightly intoxicated state making her more willing to yield. In her heart, she could sense an unexplainable darkness emanating from the crystal skull. A realization that she couldn't quite articulate lingered in the back of her mind. She relinquished the artifact to her sweet cousin, watching Diana place it back in Adam's hands.
"After three hundred plus years, we've finally found one," Adam declared, a flash of excitement lighting up his blue-gray eyes. Diana lightly touched the back of his hand as it held the skull. She smiled up at him, and the message between them was clearer than words: pride and triumph shared. This was their project, something they'd been working on for years, and now they had succeeded at last.
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Heart of Gold
A heart of gold, as bright as flame
Last Seen: May 2, 2024 11:42:47 GMT -5
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Post by Morgana Shipton on Jan 10, 2024 16:12:27 GMT -5
Morgana's mismatched eyes, usually vibrant with mischief, now widened with guilt as she felt the weight of her blunder. She nervously tucked a lock of her wild red hair behind her ear, her gaze fixed on the drink in her hand as if it held the solution to her sudden unease. The party continued its lively beat around her, but she felt a sense of disquiet settle within her.
As the tension in the room began to slowly dissipate, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the crystal skull that rested in her cousin's hands. Despite the cautionary words about its potential danger, an irresistible curiosity tugged at Morgana's adventurous spirit. The allure of ancient mysteries cast a spell on her, and a spark of fascination danced in her eyes.
Deciding to shake off the guilt, Morgana took a casual saunter toward Adam, Diana, and the crystal skull. Her voice, usually a playful melody, now held a hint of sheepishness as she asked, "Mind if I take a peek?" Her fingers twitched with anticipation, aching to explore the secrets held within the crystal. The night was alive with magic, and Morgana, despite her earlier blunder, was more than willing to dance on the edge of the unknown.
Aware of Morgana's infectious energy, Adam offered a wry smile and a nod. "Go ahead, but be careful. Diana's right; we must ensure it's safe before anyone uses it."
Her mismatched eyes gleamed with gratitude as she delicately took the crystal skull from Adam's hands. The moment she touched it, a subtle shiver ran down her spine. The cool surface of the crystal seemed to hum with a mysterious energy that resonated with her own. The gravitational pull between them intensified, and for a moment, Morgana felt like she was on the verge of fainting.
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The Lost Boy
Darkness, darkness, be my blanket. Cover me with the endless night
Last Seen: May 16, 2024 14:26:43 GMT -5
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Post by Brahm van Tassel on Jan 10, 2024 18:06:11 GMT -5
Brahm lounged in the wingback chair in the corner, a silent observer. His black eyes, usually filled with an air of nonchalance, held a flicker of unease as he witnessed the moment Faye reached for the crystal skull. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. Still, he masked it casually, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention.
The guilt weighed on him, a heavy burden he carried from the secrets spilled during intimate pillow talk with Faye. He had divulged Adam's quest for the Master Tools, not foreseeing the domino effect it would unleash on the night's festivities. Brahm diverted his eyes, avoiding any contact with Morgana, whose gaze he assumed would be suspiciously sharp.
As Faye took hold of the crystal skull, he slid out of the winged back chair, seeking distance between himself and the unfolding scene. The room's energy felt charged with excitement and caution, and Brahm didn't want to be caught in the crossfire of revelation. He grabbed his cane and moved with a casual saunter, blending into the party's periphery, a lone figure navigating the shadows.
His thoughts raced as he watched the interplay between Faye, Adam, and the crystal skull. The consequences of his loose-lipped disclosure played out before him. The need for distance fueled his decision to retreat, not only physically but emotionally. He didn't want to be entangled in the web of secrets that was Faye, Adam and Diana.
Brahm found solace in the outskirts of the gathering, the soft hum of conversations and the distant strains of music providing a buffer against the whirlwind of magical revelations. He glanced back at the group, his expression guarded and silently hoped that his attempt to distance himself would go unnoticed.
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The Queen Bee
Last Seen: Apr 23, 2024 20:53:24 GMT -5
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Post by Faye Chamberlain on Jan 19, 2024 13:59:50 GMT -5
The room was alive with the warm glow of the fireplace, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of the witches gathered in a playful moment. Faye, with her signature pout and crossed arms, couldn't hide her disappointment. "Oh sure, you let her touch it..." she grumbled, eyeing Morgana who held the quartz crystal skull with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Why does Morgana get to hold it, and I can't?" Faye complained, attempting to pluck the skull from Morgana's hands. However, Morgana, treating it like a game, kept it just out of reach, her hand weaving in and out of Faye's attempts. The two tall witches engaged in a lively, laughter-filled struggle, their energy creating a whirlwind of movement in the room.
The situation took an unexpected turn when Raj, Adam's canine companion, decided to join the fun. Barking with excitement, the malamute disrupted the skull tussle, turning the scene into utter chaos. Faye found herself unexpectedly sprawled on the lush sofa, a furry mass of excitement licking her face. Her arms hastily covered her exposed skin as she exclaimed, "Uh! My lips touched dog lips!"
Laughter erupted as Faye tried to keep the exuberant Raj at bay. "I have dog germs! Get hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some iod—" Her words were drowned out by the joyous barks of the mischievous malamute, his nose playfully rooting around her. It tickled, and soon she found herself breathless with laughter.
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The Wyrd Sister
Last Seen: Apr 22, 2024 2:59:52 GMT -5
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Post by Alex Lange on Jan 21, 2024 1:45:03 GMT -5
Alex enjoyed parties. Sort of. Alex enjoyed watching parties, seeing people do as they did. She was not dancing, nor was she drinking, in fact the music was too loud for her. She had on a pair of noise-canceling headphones, which meant essentially she was walking around almost deaf. She had her own music lightly playing, which completely reframed the evening for her. Though that was nothing new for Alex, the truth was that she simply had a different perspective from most people. With her was a cellular phone, with a camera, which she used to record her travel through the house and home. However, it wasn't a 'modern' smartphone, and instead was a slide phone from around the time she was born. Not that she couldn't afford the latest device, she just liked the sliding motion of the old model.
While others gravitated toward the makeshift dance floor or the inviting spread of snacks in the kitchen, Alex's attention was drawn to subtle details that might escape the casual observer. Her lens honed in on the vintage pieces in the home, the wisp of smoke from the incense... A motionless pair of legs. She could make out the heels, the skirt, but her thighs then vanished behind the couch. This was someone who had potentially passed out... Or passed away, Alex couldn't tell, besides there was more going on.
In kitchen, the girl spotted a pair of cups, half full, placed close together, with the drinkers nowhere to be seen. She thought about it briefly, before moving along and filming as a boy slowly, and carefully, opened a bottle. The college aged boys were talking about something, but Alex couldn't hear it. It seemed funny though, and they were polite enough to slide Alex a cup of... Whatever it was they had just opened. She looked at it, and nodded, before taking the cup. The girl had no intention of drinking it, but she didn't want to leave it unaccepted. Alex had concluded that this boy was nice, and so she wouldn't disrespect his offering.
"I'm going away now." She said, unable to really hear her own words, let alone theirs. Alex then walked away with her drink, still recording as she made her way to the bonfire. On the way she ran into a couple arguing outside, a girl against a wall, arms crossed, as her drunk boyfriend complained about something. She only snagged two to three seconds of footage, before she was cussed off, and shoved by the girl. She fell back, flat on her backside with a slight huff.
"Hm." Alex slowly got to her feet, and made sure she wasn't too hurt. Her gifted cup was now missing half of the strong smelling drink, which had splashed onto her face and clothes. She turned around, and went back inside looking for paper towels to dry herself... But, she couldn't just do that..
"Faye. The drink a boy gave me splashed on my face and my clothes, and I need paper towels to fry it off, can I use yours?" Tick, tick, tick. "Please and thank you."
That was the first thing Alex said to Faye, unfazed by her laughter or the large dog. Her cup was half full, and she tilted it to show Faye. "I didn't drink it." She added in.
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