Paradisus HQ Starters

“It’s nice to see things being rebuilt.” He spoke candidly, looking around. “Do you need help with anything? How are you?” @paradisusstart​

Lee had been relatively busy lately. Once the dust had settled on the island, he found himself able have a clear head for once. He wasn’t worried about whether or not his family was safe. He wasn’t focused on all of the bad that was out there in the world and it left him able to work again. He hadn’t written in a long time. Not since before he had found his family once more. So much of his writing had been giant clues, hoping to send a message . Now he didn’t need to do that anymore and in a way it was both a blessing and a curse. He had anywhere he could go, but Lee had no idea where to start. So instead the witch stared at his laptop with a sigh, before shaking his head. He took a sip of his coffee and glanced back at the counter of the shop unsure if something to eat would help his creativity. “ It never used to be this hard to come up with things”  

The island was finally beginning to get back to normal after the attack. Everything that had been damaged was either already rebuilt or not terribly far from being finished. Of course, the residents of the island were still trying to get through their own traumas, but most had recovered from their injuries and were finally starting to fall back into their routines. This was the first time in months Ignas had seen On the Rocks this packed. Despite the rush, he was thankful for some form of normalcy back in his life. 

“What can I get started for ya?” Ignas asked as he leaned against the counter as the other sat down at the bar.

“What’s…the best drink you’d get?” She asked the person beside her. “O-Or the strongest?”

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?”

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Which is why she felt okay now to sit on the shoreline, trying not to feel nervous as she let her tail shift, her iridescent scales glinting under the bright sun. “There’s no need to stare.” She called out as she felt someone walking nearby.

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She heard the footsteps, it was the change from the cement to the gravel lining the path that caught her attention and raised her line of sight. “I’m over here,” she called and rose from her spot by the porch so that she’d be visible, wiping some dirt from her fingers but barely noticing that it landed on her jeans, “can I help you?” @paradisusstart​

Being on the surface meant there was some things that West had to get used to. Like clothes. He had wore some before but that was so many years ago. Fashion had changed in the last hundred years but that didn’t change his opinion. Pants were easy to get used to. They felt like his tail but shirts were a different situation. He had been given clothes when he arrived on the island however West wasn’t too fond of actually wearing them. Out on this hot summer day, the constriction of shirt was just too much for the merman. With a swift pull over his head, West slipped off his shirt. “I couldn’t deal with this thing anymore.” He saw the other person watching him. “That’s much better.”  West tossed the shirt on the ground. “ I don’t know how someone can wear this all day long.”

There was possibly a good reason why Jackson rarely got involved in things. It was exhausting. He had spent most of his over a hundred years of life by avoiding being the kind of person his sister had wanted him to be. He was a criminal, he was reckless and he was kind of a general mess. That also made him want to avoid being a good person. 

This however was a community that thrived on working together and allowing people like him the chance for a second chance. He couldn’t let his own issues stand in his way in order to do the right thing. Jackson had helped build and clean up the disaster for days and he rarely didn’t get any sleep. Now here he was days later accidentally having fallen asleep with his head down on a table. He wasn’t used to being so useful and it had taken a toll on him.  When he heard a loud noise, the shifter bounced up awake. His hair a mess in his face as he rubbed his eyes to wake up. 

“ Shit, sorry. I have no idea how that happened”  

If there was one thing this island did well, it was bars. Chandler was constantly trying somewhere new out and was only just starting to narrow it down to a few favorites. Tonight’s adventure had not been one of them, with only so-so mixed drinks. Walking some distance away from the doors, he pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips. He knew he should quit, or at least switch to vaping, but he’d been telling himself that for years with no success. Tonight wasn’t going to be the night he actually stopped. He dug further into his pockets, searching for his lighter to no avail. “Fuck.” He muttered to himself, then noticed someone walking by. “Hey, you got a lighter I could borrow?” He asked.

Rationing was done there as well, which is where Mei was now, overseeing it all as both vampires and non-vampires made their way in and out of the building–one of whom she accidentally bumped into. “Oh–sorry. Did you get your bag for the day?”

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Everything seemed to be going according to schedule, and if things kept going like this, the docks would be ready before they ran out of blood rations, since that would be a bigger disaster. “Could you pass me the hammer?” Katherine asked the person next to her.

He wished he could heal others like the witches on the island, or do something useful like that. He had spent the night of the attack helping those who were injured get to the triage center, helping the witches where he could when they needed anything. Mostly, he was there to hold the injured person’s hand and hum little songs to them as they were being worked on, to distract them and to hopefully lift their spirits a little. He’d lived through enough tragedy and violence through the centuries to know when to push back the coldness in his heart and actually try to help. 

In the following days, Cass helped clean up the island, and seriously thought about helping rebuild the docks. The sooner the island could get supplies again, the better. 

Now, the vampire waited in the line for his blood ration. He heard a commotion a dozen feet away, a vampire going off at someone, upset that they didn’t get more blood in their ration. As if they were the reason the explosions had went off and the blood needed to be rationed in the first place.

He looked to the person who was being screamed at and was instantly reminded of when his parents would go off at his siblings. “Absolutely not,” He left the line, not caring about the long wait he’d need to go through again, and approached the hostile vampire. 

“Hey,” He said sternly, placing a strong hand on the hostile vampire’s shoulder as he placed himself between them. “That’s no way to behave, now is it?” He leaned closer to the vampire’s ear, his tone low and sharp, “Take your ration and leave, if I see you behave like this around here again, I’ll chop off your favorite appendage and feed it to the rats.” With that, he shoved them in the direction of the exit. “Now, get out.”

Once they were out of sight, he turned to the other behind him, features softening a bit as he looked at them. “Are you alright?”

There was still an overwhelming amount of chaos and Quinn couldn’t stop himself from trying to make sure everyone around him was okay. He was a trained guard for a living, so he had to make sure Octavia and anyone else within her circle would be okay. If there was anyone else who needed him? Well there was no way he was going to turn anyone away, especially those who weren’t the luckiest when it came to healing. The shifter moved through a crowd of people trying move debris from one of the explosions. There were people struck underneath and he needed to move quick. Time was very important in that moment. “ Hey, help me grab that side. They’re stuck we gotta hurry”

It was custom that when you’ve got an open door, you leave the front light on. That’s how he was raised. So when shit seemed to hit the fan, Doyle immediately turned his front porch light on. However, his home probably wasn’t seen as a welcoming hole. The brunet male wasn’t the nicest to anyone — But you have to help others sometimes. He wasn’t anywhere but home when the explosions happened or the fire broke out. He was fine. In fact, the shifter did take a flight around to see the chaos — To see the damage.

Doyle had just returned home to the lit up, welcoming home. He had flapped and shook until his feathers disappeared before walking into his house. It was kind of a shocker to see the other standing in the house. Maybe they ran for cover? Maybe they were lost? Maybe they needed a safe haven. Yet, that’s why the front porch light was on and the door was unlocked. “Would you like something to eat?” He asked in cold voice. There wasn’t much emotion to be sold. This was an event that was wrecking his home. It was wrecking his safe haven. “Or would you like me to get some fresh towels?”

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