#darkestevent4

@darkesthourstarters​

Tap. Tap. Tap. Clickclick. Tap. The sound of Hollis' keyboard was echoing through his office at the law firm. There were only a few other people left this late into the evening and honestly, it was this time of the day when he was able to do his best thinking. The male reached over to his coffee and took a swig of it before before continuing his typing. Hollis had been working on this case for a mother trying to get full custody of her child for weeks now. It may have seen like a cut and dry case, but the father was a real piece of work and extremely manipulative, trying to spin everything again the mother. But finally, Hollis found something that was going to finally lean the jury towards the mother (which it should have been from the getgo). He was typing quickly and with purporse when suddenly, his entire screen went black, immediately followed by all the lights in his office and the firm, "Oh no." He said aloud and slowly closed his eyes, "No, no, no." He mumbled. Hollis turned around in his chair and looked out the window, noting that the entire city was black. What terrible timing.

Hollis sat at his black computer for a few more minutes but huffing and grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. No point of sticking around, he supposed. Hollis grabbed his cane and without saying goodbye to other stragglers in the office, he took what had to be 25 flights of stairs down to the ground level and eventually stepped outside. It was much harder with his bum leg, but he made it after a while. He took a deep breath when he greeted with the fresh air and looked around.

Yep.

Still black out.

His blue eyes shifted back and forth for a few moments before he approached another, "Sorry to bother you..." He began and lifted his hand, pointing around casually to the city, "Any uh...idea what happened?" He asked. Hollis just needed a bit of info then he would be satisfied. Hopefully this wouldn't last long...

Ryan liked the blackout. The power being gone was bad, sure, but no longer having school or work was amazing. And with the humans confined indoors she could do anything she wanted. She was running through the streets, not forced to mitigate her speed, and jumping all over everything. She looked like a really fast but not talented parkour artist from an outside perspective. After a bit she sat on a bench, turning to face the other person seated there. “You know, some people say that wolves can only full shift on the moon, but people also say there is no such thing as ghosts. They’re all wrong of course.” The energy might have left the power grid, but somehow Ryan felt like she had all the energy in the world. “Fun fact, I have like, the softest fur ever as a wolf. Wanna feel?”

“Wait, wait!” Kiraz exclaims just before she pushes the door open. Brown eyes squint up at the sky pouring with rain and a wide grin sets on her features. “Dance with me?” There’s a bubble of laughter as she tugs on their hand hopefully before they can manage to say no. The rain had made short work of soaking them to the bone so did it really matter if they stayed out in it just a couple minutes longer? “Just one quick spin? I’ve watched it in movies, it’s supposed to be therapeutic!” Speaking just a little louder to accommodate for the way the rain bounced off the floor, she knew the idea was entirely ridiculous, but that was sort of the the point. “Just imagine there is music!” Beaming bright, it could be arguable that she was currently the only source of light in the midst of the darkness. Kiraz skips backwards, spinning and splashing around effortlessly before returning to them, hands held out and a pair of hopeful eyes that they would join her in her quest to play the fool. 

The terminal is engulfed in the pitch black darkness, alienated from the lights of civilization. The containers are like Lego blocks, building a walled-in ground. Luke is perched up on one section of those walls, waiting for his target-- a vampire named Hendriks, an illicit arms dealer and predator. Hendriks was to fly off to Amsterdam this week but the plan was canceled due to the blackout. Luke wasn’t going to let that opportunity go to waste. He set up the trap and lured Hendriks out to the terminal. Now he has his crossbow ready to snipe out when the target shows up. The only miscalculation in his plan was the uninvited guest, appearing behind him out of nowhere as they often do. But this time around, Luke wasn’t taken by surprise. He spins around, takes a few steps back and aims the arrow right at Byrne’s throat. “What do you want, Byrne,” he interrogates, “kinda too busy for your bullshit right now.”

Eliot sets up the barrel he has found in a nearby factory yard and has been rolling around. He fills it with whatever he could find in the dumpster and other places-- mostly pizza boxes, newspaper (do people still read them?) and some thrown out furniture. Pouring some vodka into the barrel, Eliot checks the surrounding. He rubs his hands together and mutters to himself, “alright, let’s make some fire.” Honestly, he has no reason to start a fire other than a) he was bored and b) maybe he could call his roommates afterward to have a party or something. Plus, he figured he could practice controlling the magic a little bit with this. Focusing and trying not to think too much about what Ilana said about magic, he images... slotting in the key and turning the ignition, the engine starting with that satisfying hum. Soon a small pillar of fire surges upward and he yelps, jumping backward. Only then he notices a spectator, illuminated by the light from the flame. “Oh, hey, er... didn’t see ya there. You like barbecue? ...I don’t have anything to grill but at least I’ve got fire?” He says, glossing over the fact that he just sets the barrel on fire with magic, and that the said barrel is now spewing out some dark smoke. 

Like a moth to a flame, Isra was drawn to Leyla. She couldn’t help it. As always, her obligations were managed before she made her way into Brooklyn. Digging up information about her sister was always something done on her own time, as was any recon she did. With the blackout and the coming storm, there was no way Isra wasn’t going to make an appearance in the borough. There could be danger lurking around any corner, especially given current circumstances. Isra could acknowledge that it might be a little silly for her to be so concerned for Leyla. The other woman had gone on this long without anyone from their family. Hell, she didn’t even know that Isra existed, let alone that they were siblings. Isra paused to glance around a corner, her heart nearly stopping at the sight of her sister. As with every other time she’d seen her, Leyla was gorgeous. Not for the first time, Isra couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to have grown up with each other. Would they have been inseparable, or would they have been at each other’s throats? 

Before she could change her mind, Isra took a few tentative steps towards Leyla. Over the years, she’d imagined what she’d say to her sister when she finally got the chance. When she was a child, she’d had a whole speech memorized, explaining that Leyla had another family who loved and missed her. But now, knowing what she did, Isra went with what made the most sense in the moment. “Hey, you got a light? I got a bunch of mini flashlights from my work, if you wanted a spare?” 

Not an entire lie. The perfect basis to start a relationship with the sister who had no idea she existed.

Where: Alley Behind Eleanor’s

Closed Starter: @lucas-lowell​

Lark is wrapping up a few things back at Eleanor’s when he hears a knock on the backdoor. That’s odd, the only person who usually comes by this late is Luke, but he usually just walks right in. Another knock comes and he cautiously approaches the door and opens it. As he emerges into the night air he sees something flutter off into the sky. Is it... a bat? He looks to either side for any sign of someone else, then moves forward only for his foot to hit something crumpled in a heap on the back steps. It takes him a moment to realize what he’s looking at and then he drops to his knees in a panic, “Luke! Oh my god...” Gingerly, he pulls the seraph into the restaurant, leans him up against the nearest wall, and closes the door behind them. “Luke! Stay with me, okay? I’m going to need you to keep your eyes open while I grab a first aid kit. Can you do that for me?”