Calliope Leonatus | Second-In-Command Vampire | Mentions:

Coven, Kadel, Vincent, Samael (Indir.) Niemir (Dir.) open.

This new abode was not to her liking, not one bit. The mildew dripped from hidden sources, a stale air drifted around the wide open spaces and by god the echoes. It was tortuous. In fact, she was surprised that her beloved Samael had chosen this place at all, he had claimed it would be temporary and she dearly hoped that temporarily meant days, not months.

Calliope sat upon one of the only dry armchairs, leaning back into the high plush back. This warehouse had been used for storage, a variety of objects were strewn across the place and more to be discovered. Not that they were fashionable at all, no not at all. All hand-me-downs and items left to be taken to landfill. The stark contrast between her environment and the woman sat with her legs crossed was almost jarring.

Dressed in a white silken shirt, the collar left slightly open, a tightly cinched underbust corset secured on top, the red fabric deliciously similar to their favourite drink. Paired with velvet flared pants, unusual for her to not be dolled up in a dress, but this place threatened to ruin her lovely wardrobe. So it was time to break out the older classics. Her hair was down in rolling waves, a skinny cigarette lit and held by a slender tortoiseshell vintage cigarette hold, pinched between her forefingers.

Calliope took in a long drag of smoke, letting it fill her lungs before she puffed it out between her merlot painted lips. They had arrived here under the impression that they were searching for a girl, recently turned and apparently she had caught the attention of their leader. Then again, Samael worked in twisted ways, the actual reason behind their new habitat could be anything from boredom to total take over.

Flicking her legs from their crossed position, Calliope huffed again, tapping the stick and the ash fell to the ground beside her. It was early morning and that meant they had very little to do, at least until Samael gave them some sort of task. It wasn’t exactly a private space, she could see the other members of the small group pacing around. Kadel with his companion at his heels, trotting along closely.

Calliope rose to her feet, the soft clack of her red bottomed heels resounding out across the open space. She began to stride towards the younger members of their group, still to prove themselves completely to their group. Calli was still rather judgemental of them. In particular, Vincent. He was mute and that left him with a reduced ability to perform tasks, instead he was frequently sent on meandering and boring chores that other members could not be bothered carrying out. Shame really, he was a rather large male, he could have posed a good weapon. His lack of voiced communication and aggression left a lot to be desired in her eyes.

While her eyes lingered on Vincent for a few seconds, piercing through the dim light, she moved on. Bypassing the black haired individual, she targeted Niemir who was aimlessly rocking in a rickety wooden chair near where Kadel had set himself up. Upon her approach, he leaned up and cocked his head to the side. The three piece suit he was dressed in aged him greatly, showing that he was most definitely from a different time. His wide green eyes bore down upon her, waiting for her to talk.

“Shouldn’t you be making yourself useful, instead of swinging around like an infant?” Her voice was cold and sharp, her pale brown eyes narrowing in distaste. He was useful with medicine, but he had yet to prove his actual worth to the group. For the moment, he was following after Kadel like a lost french-speaking puppy that babbled all hours of the day. Frankly, he was insufferable.

"Duffy" Marcello Dubhthaigh | Male | Lone werewolf | M:
Adromeda - Indirectly

Duffy was very much not out. Not yet at least. As much as he would have love to taunt the everliving hell out of his biker-buddy, it was far too early for that. He was still bissfully passed out. The picture of grace, splayed out across his couch with his hair in his face. It was a wonder he hadn't choked on it. His shirt and jacket were also tossed somewhere else, probably on the floor, yet he still had his boots on. Or one of them on. Problem for future Duffy.

He huffed, a gruff snort-like noise as some horribly insistent beating started up. Damn alarm clock. He aimlessly reached towards where his nightstand would have been if he had been sleeping in his bed. He opened an eye, cursing as he twisted around, arm waving around for the alarm clock that was not there. He kept this up until he finally forced himself into a sitting position, underestimating the size of the couch and managing to topple off instead, exclaiming a steady stream of profanities as he did so. Hells.

Welp. Guess this was his life now. He was just going to accept his fate on the floor instead. Or maybe this was a sign he finally had to get up. He groaned, running a hand through his hair before pushing himself up into a sitting position yet again, half leaning on the coffee table. He let out another pissy grumble before getting up, figuring yeah. He had to start his day. Damn him.

It didn't take the young man long to get up and out the door, already through on his leather jacket. He put on his helmet, immediately revving his mototrcyle. Music to his ears. He had neglected to get any groceries, like usual, so he headed down towards the main stretch of town. Maybe he could get some stupidly overpriced coffee and baked good thtat tasted like dust. Lucky him.

Jaedyn “Jae” Easton | Male | Pack Member |

Mentions: Faelin {Dir.}, Saul {Dir.}, Other Pack Members (Ind.}

It can’t be said that Jaedyn is an easily dismissable or overlooked presence, though perhaps most especially when he chooses to wear clothing that could only be considered an obnoxious assault on the eyes. Not that he particularly cared about style when he was blindly grabbing clothes in an early morning haze to change into following his weekly swim at the community pool.

Approaching the front door, he gave himself and the vibrant red, open worn puffer coat that swallowed most of his frame and the black T-shirt beneath it a quick pat down. If he had any concept of shame he might have felt out of place with the absurdity of the coat, which was all but necessary with the current weather, competing with basketball shorts in the shade of electric blue. Satisfied in feeling his wallet, keys, and the case for his glasses secure in the oversized pockets of the puffer, he finished his journey through the front door of the pack house.

As if the final stretch up to the packhouse wasn’t teasing enough with the acute scent of breakfast being produced, Jae felt his stomach react accordingly to the more potent wafts of food filling the inside of the structure. What was usually a brief detour to his room to dump his backpack that contained his swimwear, among other miscellaneous items, became a direct beeline toward the kitchen with food on the brain. With an entrance almost as loud as his outfit, Jae shrugged his backpack off his shoulder and into his right hand as he simultaneously surveyed the food and offered a wide grin to both Faelin and Saul.

“I don’t think there’ll ever be a time I won’t be excited for breakfast,” Jae shared, closing the distance toward the presentation of toast and taking a piece for himself while his hazel eyes still hungrily ventured over everything else available for consumption. “It really is the best meal of the day.” He added matter-of-factly before sinking his teeth into the plain toast and scarfing down a bite.

Dropping his bag at his feet and looking toward Saul, he gestured toward the medic. “Any plans today, doc? If you need any job security I was planning on trying out the skateboard I thrifted yesterday. Maybe at the skate park, or maybe I'll make a ramp.” Jae thought out loud as he tapped his foot to a silent beat. Some of his fellow pack members had sought out more consistent occupations in town, compared to Jae's more casual variety of odd jobs he'll secure for quick cash. Which also meant he couldn't always rope someone into pursuing some concept of shenanigans or other activities as frequently as he would like. Not that Jae minded doing whatever whim possessed him at any given moment alone, but he firmly believed in the classic ‘the more the merrier’ saying.

“Have you ever ridden a skateboard, Faelin? You look like someone that might,” having only briefly turned his attention to the morning chef, Jae then snubbed the fruit that was out in favor of getting a plate, or perhaps more accurately a trough, of food. Not without scouting what was out for grabs by rising onto his tip-toes to overlook what had been prepared, however, like a child ensuring his meal wasn’t tainted by hidden vegetables. Mushrooms he could live with though. Scooting his bag along the floor with his foot far enough so it was no longer puppy-guarding the area with the toast and fruit, Jae left it where it was and walked around to the other side of the counter and grabbed both silverware and a plate that he proceeded to top with a generous serving. “Thanks for breakfast,” Jae directed gratefully toward Faelin with a thumbs up following his return to the space his backpack occupied nearly just as quickly as he had left it.

Andromeda Orchid | Lone Vampire | Mentions:

Hardware store, Coffee shop, NPCs

With a soft sound, Andromeda pulled her helmet from her head and settled it on the flattened back of the seat, the town was small enough that she didn’t suspect anyone to run by and nick it. If they did, she’d find them in minutes from their scent. So either way, it would be safe.

Leaving her baby behind, she shrugged the bag from her back and hopped into the hardware store. Shouldering open the door quickly and slipping inside, she was fumbling around in the bag for her wallet. She always managed to lose the damn thing. Her preference was using cash, however she did keep a small bank account topped up with regular cash deposits to pay for things like bills, phone, rent all the things that an account was preferred for. Her largest amounts were always kept at home, she wasn’t stupid enough to bring it all out into town.

“G’morning, Mr. Wilson.” Andromeda chirped, still not looking up from her bag as she advanced into the aisles. Receiving a small greeting in reply, she finally grabbed the black leather and yoinked it out of the bag.

“You’re here early, Kid.” His comment drew a small laugh from her throat as she went sniffing through the merchandise.

“Wanted to get here before the rush.” Her sarcastic response elicited a humoured chuckle from beyond the tall displays. She wouldn’t be able to get spark plugs without a special order and at that point she may as well have them ordered online and delivered directly. Safety goggles it was then. She probably could have ordered it all online, but Mr. Wilson was a nice man. In his mid-fifties with a kind smile. He reminded her of a good father, homely and kind.

Drifting to the counter, she popped the clear plastic down onto the counter and pulled out a note to pass over towards him. “Here you go.” She hummed, pocketing the goggles into the back as he fished around for the change. Andromeda looked up and quickly shushed him as she told him to keep the change. “I don’t need the dollar, you’re alright.” With that, she bid him farewell and headed back outside.

The air was still crisp, a gentle mist still dusting the landscape, but soon it would all be burnt up by the rising sun. Something she was trying to avoid as well. Andromeda took a glance towards the strip of shops. Debating her next stop, she zipped up her bag and lifted it back onto her shoulders. The grocery store was still half open, someone was tugging a vegetable display out onto the front. A little too early.

Glancing the other way, she spotted the coffee shop and accompanying little food shacks open. That could be a waste of time, not that coffee tasted very nice. However, a hot chocolate. That sounded good to her.

Andromeda turned and began to wander down the street towards the shop. She knew there were wolves prancing all over the shop here, but for the moment she had no quarrel with them. After all, she wasn’t trying to kill them and they weren’t trying to kill her. So what was the point in making a fuss?

As she approached the glass door, a little pamphlet taped near the handle made her pause and read it. House of Cards presents… Her eyes trailed further down, cocking her head. It seemed like there was supposed to be a big event at the local bar, club, whatever it was. Maybe she could test her progress there, lots of humans. As her mind began to drift to something darker, the door was pulled from her grasp and she almost fell forwards.

Someone had opened the door from the inside and she hadn’t let go of the handle. With a flustered apology, she weaselled her way inside and tried to pretend that she had not just almost fallen face first into the place.

Approaching the counter, she ordered her little almond hot chocolate and waited patiently to the side. Appreciative of the heater that was running and the lovely concoction of smells that drifted around the room. Whilst she didn't enjoy the taste of coffee, the smell was delightful. Tinged with teas, perfumes of the women working. She always did enjoy that part of her new life, everything smelled lovely. Well, for the most part. Things that smelt terrible before made her want to retch now, but she could accept that trade off.

Niemir Archambeau | Medic Assistant Vampire | Mentions:

Calliope, Vincent (Dir.) Kadel, Samael (Indir.)

They had been dragged across the country to make it to where they were currently residing and frankly it was a dump. In both the figurative and literal sense, it was a dump. The sound of stale water dripping into puddles in the corners of the warehouse adding that last little bit of disgusting ambience. Niemir could not /wait/ until they were back in some luxury apartment or cabin or anything other than here. He hoped that Samael was feeling benevolent and would gift them a glorious mansion, but that was wishful thinking.

He had helped Kadel in setting up their temporary medical station, only the basics unpacked as they were not sure how long they would be remaining here. It had taken them a good while to organise the area, especially with his mentor being so particular about where the bandages should go and blah blah blah. Now, he had settled into one of the only unbroken chairs, trying to balance himself on one leg to entertain himself. The place was so quiet, these people were so quiet.

At that thought, he leaned his head backwards as he tipped the chair precariously far back, his hair falling towards the floor as his upside down head peered over towards Vincent. At least he had a reason to be so…eerily silent. The others were simply high strung in Niemir’s opinion. Then he felt the chair wobble and his green eyes flew open wide as he began to lose his balance. A sharp thud of the chair returning to the ground and a swift sigh of relief, Niemir had nearly toppled himself over backwards.

Oh and now the ever so lovely Calliope was walking over to him, the soft click of her heels a dead give away to her steady approach. He watched her observe their group, giving a particularly sharp look towards Vincent before she rounded on him. The movement billowing the smoke from the cigarette at the end of its holder, held delicately between two fingers.

“Shouldn’t you be making yourself useful, instead of swinging around like an infant?”

Niemir resisted the urge to sneer towards her, she never gave him a break. Since he had joined, the second in command had had it out for him. Sending him out on impossible tasks only to scold him upon his empty-handed return. He relaxed back into the chair, extending an arm over the back of it.

“I have no orders to carry out any tasks, Calliope. What else can I do but linger and succumb to my boredom?” He chided, lips splitting into a sly smile, the tips of his fangs poking out just the tiniest bit. “Unless Samael has bestowed a task upon me?” Niemir leaned forwards once more, placing an elbow on one knee to suppose his weight as he looked around the warehouse dramatically. “Say, where is our beloved leader?” Niemir cocked his head back up towards Calliope, who was staring down at him with so much malice in her gaze but it only made his smile widen into a grin.

“Vincent and I are dying to explore this town.” He groaned, keeping up the theatrics, his head tipped back so that only his neck and jaw could be seen before sharply snapping it back down. “Right, Vince?” He twisted in the chair to look over at the larger male, amusement glittering in his eyes despite the dark room. He barely left time for a response before flinging an arm out in gesture towards him, turning his head back towards Calliope. “See? Dying.” Niemir finished, slumping back into his chair, causing a few wrinkles in the black vest strapped to his chest.

Faelin Kelly | Pack Werewolf | Mentions:

Saul, Jaedyn, Corrie (Dir.) Ikaris, All other pack members (Indir.)

Faelin had finished sliding all of the food onto their respective plates when he heard the clattering in the hallway, with the tiniest flinch of movement he glanced to the door. No one had come into the room, but someone had returned home. Continuing his morning shuffle, Faelin began stacking up the cooking implements and placing them into the sink. He could deal with those later, right now the scent of his own cooking was making his mouth water. Quite literally, he could feel the saliva forming beneath his tongue.

Then as he turned around, Jaedyn had burst his way into the room, the door shuddering a little as it closed behind the brightly coloured man. It took him little time to settle into the kitchen and begin digging into the prepared food, in fact Faelin had barely gotten one piece of bacon onto his plate before the man had begun shovelling food into his mouth. Faelin said nothing, only offering a small friendly look towards him, as polar opposite as they were, he did enjoy the other male’s company. Especially on their patrols and hunts, he brought a little bit of energy to the event, even if Faelin mostly enjoyed the quiet.

Faelin placed a meagre amount of food onto his plate, preferring to leave the rest for the others, settling at the opposite side of the island. Remaining standing, he gathered a knife and fork and began to slice away a piece of fried egg when he blinked quickly upon hearing his name. Looking up to where Jaedyn sat opposite him, he offered a nervous smile.

“I can’t say I have ever tried.” He hummed lowly in response, pausing to clear his throat a little. “I think I would fall over like a newborn fawn.” Faelin gave a small chuckle, more to himself than anyone in the room. He was too lanky to be going that fast on wheels, he would end up causing an injury.

“Mm, you’re welcome Jaedyn.” Faelin offered after he had devoured a mouthful of his breakfast. He was about to bring up the day's tasks, including the whereabouts of their most important members when one of them walked into the room. Corrie strode in with an heir of confidence befitting her role within the house, gliding into the space and gaining their attention with ease. In fact, both of the betas set Faelin a little on edge. He did not want to upset them, Ikaris he had been around for a very long time. The betas on the other hand, while he had known them for a while, he did not particularly engage in long conversations with them.

“Oh, of course not. There’s plenty.” He gestured towards the spread he had just finished perfecting. “There should be enough for everyone.” Faelin gave a small dip of his head, eyes trailing towards the kitchen door once more. There were still two missing important players, but perhaps they were busy with other matters. Matters that he had no say in, thus he would not question their whereabouts.

Faelin had mostly finished his small meal before he piped up again, voice still quiet with a rough gravel. “Uhm, Corrie.” He glanced over towards her, his ever hunched shoulders shifting to face her. “Do you need anything done today?” He offered, usually they were tasked with stocking their freezer or general errands. With winter in bound, collection of meat was likely. He hoped he would be sent out on a hunt, it was peaceful in the forest and he deeply enjoyed it.