The "V" Series

Kai is young, a ginger curly haired green eyed troublemaker. He is muscular and lean. He dresses casual, earthy tones. He is a scout and collects "electronic junk" He loves music, is in a band, and enjoys being out in nature. He is confident, and sly, like a fox. He is hiding secrets.

As we explored the now abandoned Verdant Veil I went into the dining hall. What was once filled with people now baren. I came across a picture on the ground, untouched by the elements, meant to stand out. I saw him there, front and center, grinning with his band mates. I wanted to crumple up the picture, and cry and scream. He made me so angry. I wanted to love him, and believe him. But he left, and ruined everything. I could hear Gideon shuffling in the room next to me. I wonder if he could sense what i was feeling.

References for character, Kai

Ah yes my whole story is made of scenes and no filler

“Yes,” I said, straighter than I meant to. Then, quickly— “But I’ve read about you. Vampires. I know a lot.” He studied me for a moment, his eyes flicking over my face, lingering just long enough to make my chest tighten. “Do you?” he asked softly. Not mocking, just… something else. I hesitated. “I took a mythology course in college,” I offered, as an explanation, “And I used to read a lot of folklore when I was a kid. Vampires, fae, shapeshifters… stories people used to burn women for telling. “You think you know,” he said finally. His voice was low, smooth — like the rustle of silk dragged across stone. “Most people only know the stories we let survive.” “Maybe. But stories come from somewhere.” “And what did they tell you about me, exactly?” “Enough,” I said, though it came out weaker than I intended. “Enough to know you’re not like the others in this place.” I swallowed hard. “The kind that’s supposed to be extinct.” He laughed — quiet, low. “We’re like weeds. Cut us down, and we grow back stronger.” My gaze dropped to the desk — the old radio humming faintly, the scattered pages, the typewriter. “They gave me your file,” I said. “Not the whole thing. Just enough to know that you’re not like the others.” “No,” he said, leaning back in the chair. “I’m not.” I didn’t answer. “Then you already know I’m dangerous,” he said. The silence pressed in, taut and heavy. I could feel my pulse beating in my fingertips. I was here to observe. Not connect. I cleared my throat and reached into the satchel slung at my hip, fingers brushing the chilled surface of the vials. “I need a sample,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Routine draw. For… monitoring.” He arched his brow. “Monitoring what, exactly?” “Just protocol.” I avoided his eyes. “I’m not in charge of what they want from you.” He didn’t move. For a moment, I thought he might refuse — but then, slowly, he rolled up the sleeve of his dark button-down, exposing the inside of his forearm. Pale, smooth skin over faint veins. It didn’t look like a predator’s limb. It looked… human. I stepped closer, uncapping the needle. “This might sting.” He watched me without blinking. “That’s a first.” I wondered what he meant by that? Were the other staff aggressive towards him? How? Most of the people that have ever told me about vampires described them as, well, not human. I steadied my hand as I slipped the needle in. The vial began to fill — dark red, almost black under the flickering ceiling light. I focused on the motion, the steady draw, but I could feel his gaze on me. “You’re not afraid,” he said quietly. “I didn’t say that.” “But you’re not running.” I met his eyes, just for a second too long. “I’m not here to run,” I said. “Just to understand.”

I dm'ed the people that i am still interested in working with but also wanted to be transparent as possible. I'm not ignoring anyone, i'm punishing myself for lack of preparation.