when the night falls...

dependent multi muse roleplay blog for     ashwickhq.    writer is ali:    twenty one plus    &     goes by     she + her     pronouns.

roxanne “rocky” beck    ( zendaya ).    ⭮    intro.      werewolf.

nicholas croft    ( jack falahee ).     ⭮    intro.     original vampire.

tazeen alvarez    ( emeraude toubia ).    ⭮    intro.     witch.

aidan barrett    ( chris wood ).    ⭮     intro.     werewolf.

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“Since we’re getting close to spooky season I wanted to pop by and see if we could hash out our days off to one figure our movie line up, maybe organize a barrett bash like we did when we were kids with costumes and all. That and I like your coffee maker better than mine” Cass spoke, checking her wrist tapping the screen on the watch to see the number of miles she’d ran this morning having needed to blow off steam knowing she just could show up at anyone’s house at the crack of dawn. “I put a pot on it’s not ready yet.. I am also aware its about 5am. I may not be triggered but you know I don’t sleep well and drinking coffee alone feels just as sad as drinking drinking alone”

though   populated   ,   grey   didn’t   feel   the   need   to   run   when   he   stepped   foot   inside   mocha   valley.   it   seemed   quiet   enough   to   calm   the   anxiety   ,   minus   the   people.   that   was   always   the   worst   part.   practice   makes   perfect   ,   and   if   he   wants   to   get   any   sort   of   information   ,   he   should   be   making   a   good   impression   on   the   citizens   –   even   if   he   won’t   be   here   for   long.   on   a   mission   and   this   was   a   step   to   complete   it   ,   hopefully.  

moves   his   backpack   towards   his   feet   ,   out   of   the   way   of   anyone   walking   by   if   needed.   doesn’t   need   people   stealing   his   stuff.   “if   could   ,   if   you   really   wanted   me   to   —   though   i   don’t   really   want   to   get   kicked   out   on   the   offense   of   biting   someone.”   to   prove   a   point   ,   most   of   all.      least   they   didn’t   seem   to   be   too   miffed   about   sharing   a   table   ,   if   them   sitting   down   was   any   indication.   “heard   her   trying   to   do   one'a   them   schemes   earlier   -   selling   some   kind   of   skin   care   to   this   other   lady   ,   it   was   weird.”   takes   a   sip   of   his   water.   “could   be   a   lot   worse   –   could’ve   left   you   there   to   sit   with   her   ,   make   nice.   sounds   like   a   fuckin’   nightmare   to   me.”

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Charlie watched the girl carefully, resisting the urge to raise a brow at the stilted reply she got. She needed to school herself while on the clock, not wanting her default attitude to lose her the job since she actually enjoyed baking (plus, she didn’t want to already revert back to stealing and pickpocketing to get by in this town). So when the girl continued and asked about layered desserts Charlie nodded, walking over to the display case to point some things out. “We have three kinds of layered chocolate cakes. One is a three layer regular cake, one is an opera cake with a layer that are soaked in almond and coffee syrups, and the last is a layered mousse with milk, white, and dark chocolate layers. Or if you want something more crunchy, I just made some cream puffs filled with a chocolate pastry cream.”

She attempted to contain her laughter, she was sure the funny side faded fast when you were in the situation yourself. Katya’s smile did grow when the idea of expensive lingerie was brought up, that was one of her favorite things about recent decades, “Oh most definitely, I’d kill anyone who ruined any of my sets no matter the price, maybe that’s why I never stick to one person though…They appreciate and leave.” A shake of her head and Katya tilted her head slightly in question, “Drink? And then you can tell me how you found yourself in that situation in the first place?”

“well, they did leave but didn’t quite have the time to appreciate.” she laughs at the unfortunate nature of it all; someone who doesn’t get to revel in the zest and zing due to inability to hold their liquor were fools. “oh,” she nods her head in acceptance with a smile. “i’d love one. and if i know you, your choice in taste will certainly not disappoint.” 

location: lenore’s treats

In the weeks since moving here, Charlie had slowly gotten settled into a little apartment she’d gotten with her best friend, Alex. And once settled, she decided that instead of just pickpocketing and using her magic to confuse unaware inhabitants, she’d actually get a job instead–and given that baking was the one thing she actually knew she was good at, Charlie ended up getting a job at the bakery in town, which is where she currently was (still counting down the hours until she got to go home though).

She was putting trays of muffins and smaller pastries into the display case when someone walked in and she glanced over. “You need help picking something or do you know what you want?”

@ashwickstarters​

rocky was lucky to manage to find some change laying around and it’d been a while since she actually had something worthwhile that wasn’t a necessary meal. their nose scrunches at the word ‘help’. no, they didn’t want it although they might need it if they want to get anywhere and they wouldn’t settle on something they were likely to hate from silence. their memory runs blank on the names of half the stuff there, having only been the lenore’s once in the past. “i.... know i want chocolate,” they mention, crossing their arms over the counter as they approach it. “you got anythin’ layered?”

Honestly, even if Rocky had gone into a speech about Barbie and Ken, he would’ve definitely listened to every word and took it all in. Maybe take mental notes as if she were a professor giving a class. Alas, they strayed from the subject. “Giga brained?” Danny echoed in genuine wonder as if he’d never heard that before. “Is… is that good?” But he just bit his bottom lip at her comparison about the shirt and then him tripping, and he just slowly rocked back and forth on his heels. “Ah, aha, yeah,” he admitted with a soft laugh. Though the last question made his mouth run dry and he blinked several times.

“Oh, I… well, uh, a few times?” Danny confessed quietly, gulping so loud that it probably echoed through the place. “Like, uh, during school… I tried to keep out of people’s way but…” A few times, that kind of failed. He tapped his fingers against the notepad. “I have bad coordination. I mean, I can do art? I like to draw and paint and stuff.”

“big brain.” is all they’ll elaborate on it further. they weren’t about to tell him it was due to their obsessive twitch habits they threw the term at him. she shouldn’t be too surprised however, him spending his time picking up trash than anything else. “it’s fine.” they give another light shrug. 

LOCATION  ,  mocha  valley.      it  isn’t  unusual  to  find  grey  by  himself  —  it’s  a  natural  state  at  this  point  ,  with  the  fact  that  he  knows  barely  anyone  in  ashwick  not  making  his  circumstances  any  better.  it’s  hard  to  do  ,  be  out  and  open  in  the  public  and  not  squaring  away  in  solitude  like  they  wants  to.  that’s  how  he  finds  himself  in  mocha  valley.  not  a  coffee  drinker  by  any  means  ,  but  he’ll  take  a  water  any  day.  watching  the  people  out  the  window  ,  mostly  creating  his  own  stories  for  them  that  may  not  be  true  is  a  new  game  he’s  come  up  with  (  though  probably  not  original  )  .  it  isn’t  until  he  feels  a  presence  near  him  ,   causing  him  to  come  back  to  reality.   “you  can  sit  ,  you  know.”  not  like  he  needs  the  whole  table  to  himself.  it’s  them  ,  their  cracked  iphone  and  their  beloved  backpack  that’s  taking  up  space.  room  for  others  is  welcome  ,  even  if  grey  doesn’t  want  to  admit  it.  “i’m  not  gonna  bite  you.”  (  @ashwickstarters​  )

the wolf scans through mocha valley, it was surely full today as there were people clumped together like a hoard and there are no tables left that weren’t occupied in some form. there was only one that semi had the room which luckily wasn’t an overcrowd but unluckily? there was still at least one person there. though her mood was decent for the day, it wasn’t entirely a bother. rocky didn’t drink coffee (never had and never will) but she did like their juice and all she was after was starting her new strip and enjoy her juice in relative peace.

status: open starter. muse: agatha perez location: the red diamond tagging: @ashwickstarters​

to say agatha was a little bit tipsy was an understatement. she was in an annoyed, frustrated, ready-to-kill kind of mood. so it was no surprise when she ordered another round of shots and spoke up over the music, not quite caring if someone unaware overheard her. “the coven has been so fucking useless lately. they keep running around like headless chicken without a proper leader. so…” she raised her glass as if making a toast. “I’ve decided I’m going to be the new leader. they clearly need some guidance and I’m totally perfect for the role, don’t you think? cheers!”

Weird. Danny blinked in surprise, not really sure he was understanding what she meant by that. “Oh… does it?” he asked quietly, seeming concerned now that he was doing something bad. “Ah, Ken doll? Well, I– isn’t his character considered to be like… uh, perfect and stuff? Cause I’m not… I’m like the opposite,” Danny explained with wide eyes, nodding several times and giving a nervous smile. “Like I accidentally put my shirt on backwards this morning and didn’t notice until later. I, uh, also tripped when walking in here…” 

they want to reply, go into detail how just how perfect stupid ken and barbie were; it should’ve been considered abuse to let your children watch anything barbie related (not that rocky themself ever was into it, they’d seen their younger foster siblings go crazy for it which was annoying but maybe only because they were never given a fair shot at that joy), it perpetuated a false narrative but they wouldn't get into that. their agenda for the day did not feature getting into a discussion about fucking barbie dolls. “plastic and perfect, that’s him.” they state with a shrug, raising a brow as he continued rambling, the rambling jumbles together at this point but at least it was drifting away from the plastic, that was a relief. though that jumbling makes the wolf’s brows burrow in confusion. “wait, so you were gigabrained enough to realize the shirt was backwards but then you lost those same cells tripping over your own two feet?” she could picture that scene already, him falling flat on his face and those who witnessed burst with laughter or attempt to snicker it. they know how people are, they’d laugh first and foremost or maybe it was just her lack of faith in people to automatically assume the worst. but why wouldn’t they? this kid lacked a back bone and it was written all over him. “ ⸺  just how many times have you gotten your ass kicked out of curiosity?” 

open starter / outside / @ashwickstarters​

hair tied back in a messy bun, flecks of paint all over her oversized sweater and garfield pajamas pants, a mis-matched pair of socks with white fluffy slippers, suffice to say, solara was the definition of disheveled. growing desperate, she went for a walk to clear her mind which was an impossible task. not even thinking about where she was going or even the way she looked, she just strolled her way through town with its inhabitants turning their attention toward the clash of colors. “hey you,” solara greeted the other person as if they were her best friend, trying to blink the tiredness away.  “if you can find a frying pan in this friggin’ wonderful world we call outside, i’d totally pay you to knock me out. i’ve been up for uuuuhhhh…” furrowing her eyebrows, she tried to think back to the last time she had slept. “seventy seven… hours. i think. maybe it’s been eighty.. ish? god i don’t even know.  time is like… a fleeting concept or whatever.”

the night had been a slow paced one, things were easing down, less harassment at the station - things were becoming semi normal once again. ashwick was reigning in its sense of peace yet again or trying to anyways. the town was already stained, there wasn’t enough good press to take that away, it had become a part of the town now, the deaths but for now, people were at ease. he could relax a bit more, take more breaks to himself which included a late night walk of his own when his attention was caught, a female disheveled to hell and when she speaks, he understands why. “can’t say i can help you out with that but near eighty hours? that’s almost three days.” yes, she was probably more than aware of it, having to be the one to suffer through it but it doesn’t stop him from showing a concern even if he didn’t know her. “i’d hope this isn’t a common occurrence.”

          nodding, alan gave the bag another quick examination. resisting the urge to sniff. don’t do it. don’t sniff. don’t look weirder than you already are. as far as he could tell, there was nothing out of the ordinary about them. just some cookies, as she said, that she had probably gotten DOWN THE STREET. utterly unremarkable, save for the fact that she had decided to give them out to him—after, questionably enough, all but insulting him. maybe she hadn’t meant it. after all, despite his best attempts otherwise, he was weird.

         “i guess not,” he admitted, shrugging a shoulder. slowly, he pulled one of the cookies out of the bag and chanced a bite. when he didn’t immediately EXPLODE into confetti or transform into a toad, he chanced another. they were pretty good, all things considered. “where did you say you got them?” he asked, halfway through a mouthful. realizing too late that he shouldn’t talk with his mouth full.

the wolf keeps her focus to her keyboard, whether he wanted to eat them or not was on him. if he didn’t as she said, she’d just trash them even if she didn’t like the idea of wasting perfectly good food no matter how fulfilling (or not fulfilling) they were. 

Sometimes Danny forgot that not everyone in Ashwick actually grew up there, and were there since they were kids. Alas, he didn’t notice any ire in Rocky’s expression and just smiled when they said cool. At the mention of dough, Danny blinked. “Oh, well, they sometimes bring some sweets for us, but–” Yeah, it just hit him. “… You mean money, got it, uh,” he breathed, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing madly again. “Ah, no. It’s just volunteer work. We don’t get paid for it. Helping out the community is enough for me.”

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“Not to an unseeing eye like yours, no.” Chase tenses, her whole body rigid as she holds onto the bottle of wine, as if it would somehow determine her fate. It would certainly determine her stability for a while, and she has an awful feeling that somehow, the woman in front of her, knows it. Clenching her jaw, Chase pushes the tears away, leaving her face hard to read, a mask she was always so good at wearing. “Control and public defeat are two very different things, Alvarze.” And there is a tone of warning, maybe even a challenge, hidden in those words. “Then again, I wouldn’t expect you to know that, of all people. Even the thought is hilarious.” Her temper was always something Chase knew she was known for, and at this point, the woman is proud. Why wouldn’t she be proud. “Don’t tell me that’s all you can do.”

open / closed starter location: the red diamond @ashwickstarters​

Liking to keep busy, Ardemis had recently decided to take a part time gig as a pianist at the Red Diamond, usually during weekends but occasionally some weekday evenings if she had the time. The sound of the piano softly echoed through the bar from a comfy corner, it being more of a chill night compared to the bands that would usually be lighting up the stage. Ardemis played until the current song was over, looking up when she noticed someone near her. “Good evening,” Arde said, nodding toward the piano. “If you have any recommendations, please, let me know. I am taking requests as well.”