#nolasummerbash

       The last person he’d expected to see was her, the last time he’d run into Grace having been their coinciding birthday celebrations. He’d protected her, unexplained of course considering he’d walked away before she could question him too much. His behaviour was erratic, impulsive, dismissive. Ash thought it better to let the brunette believe the persona he’d put on and all the ideas she’s conjured from his behaviour than speak the truth. His aversion to giving her a true reason and an explanation she deserved stemmed from his inability to speak about his heartbreak. As he watched her a few feet away now, his somewhat buzzed self knew that he had to walk away now, before she spotted him. Before she could question him, before she could break the truth. Sure, he knew he couldn’t avoid her forever, but he could try. And that’s when Asher stood, attempting to weave himself through the crowd in hopes of disappearing altogether.

       “Whoa,” Ash calls out to no one in particular, absolutely soaking wet from the sudden peltering down of rain. “The hell is that weather?!” And even though the day had been one of summer’s heat, the rain had cooled everything down within an instant, leaving him frozen as hell as he walked in with his arms around his bare chest, rubbing his arms with his hands in hopes of warming up a little. Thankfully, the POOL HOUSE had maintained a little heat from the day. And that’s when he heard something, his brow arching at the sound of ruffling in the corner. “—Someone there?” He wasn’t scared, hell no. ‘Kay, maybe a touch. In the midst of everything that went down, people running in all sorts of directions and Asher directing them towards shelter, the blond sprinted straight for the pool house without a second thought; especially once the rain started falling harder, lightning heard in the distance. 

       “There you are,” she calls out exasperatedly as she makes her way down the stairs, the panic within her subsiding once laying eyes on her sister. Indi could spot Alessia from a mile away, even the very back of her head as she sat in the middle of the mansion MOVIE THEATRE. After the unexpected storm had hit, Indi followed the scampering crowd into the mansion without a second thought. Rain was peltering outside as the storm raged on, knowing there was no chance of catching an Uber in the middle of this weather. And above all, she wanted to find her sister and make sure she was okay, that she hadn’t left the party and headed home in such conditions. Her cell was out, leaving her with no option but to lose herself in the mansion once more. Thankfully she’d eventually found her safe and sound — that was the only thing that mattered. “Are you okay? I couldn’t find you once the storm hit..”

       “Well, well, well,” he purposely drawls, running a hand through his soaked locks as he made his way towards her. Asher spotted Mia whilst over in the pool amidst a game of volleyball, seemingly drinking and having fun? For a second there, he questioned his own eyes, but when he got a good look at her features when she turned around, he knew it to be true. The sight brought about a mischievous smile as he swam towards the edge of the pool within an instant, calling out to the others to continue their game without him. “Look who actually decided to show up.” 

TRIGGER WARNING: Content may be distressing to some viewers. We understand and fully respect the sensitivity of hosting a storm related roleplay event within New Orleans, and wish to reassure all rp members and the like that this event is solely based on storm of a less than dangerous degree. We apologise and don’t intend for any inconvenience or harm caused in any way.

And just like that, a perfectly sunny, warm summer’s evening turns to utter GLOOM, clouds rolling in as RAIN pelters down relentlessly upon a previously vibrant New Orleans. The end of summer is nearing far too quickly as WIND brawls incessantly with the trees. LIGHTING, remorseless, unmerciful in it’s path as it lights up the sky with fierce determination. Partygoers are sent sprinting for cover, insistent in finding SOLACE within the sanctuary of the mansion with countless rooms. In the flurry of a skittish crowd, people find themselves losing their respective partners and friends, stumbling into various rooms of the mansion as utter CHAOS is ignited. Only, when stumbling into various rooms, the POWER GOES OUT, leaving the mansion in a state of complete DARKNESS. Think you can use your phone for an escape? Think again. Your phone’s don’t have bars whatsoever, igniting a total loss of cellular communication. Think you can exit the room you’ve stumbled into now and wander around in the dark? Forget it. The newly renovated mansion has recently been set up with a brand new state of the art SECURITY SYSTEM, new locks in place in each and every room of the mansion. Forget doors, forget windows. Sure, you could break them down but — what’s the point? The storm’ll be over soon. Considering the power is out and the not so state of the art security system falters to have a proper generator, it means YOU’RE STUCK.                       Who will you be spending the next few hours with you ask?!

                                                             It’s time to find out...

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                      Mia Marroquin | NOLASUMMERBASH17′

She steps out of her Lyft, black heels clacking against the pavement wearing a black and white pinstripe wrap dress, hair tussled into messy waves. Her left wrist carries a dainty wrist watch, the other clad with minimal bracelets accented in gold. Her shoulder bag is small, enough to hold her phone and badge --just in case-- and a few other necessities Mia tends to never leave the house without. Her olive tanned skin glistens underneath the multi colored lights, her makeup minimum, nearly bare. She’s nervous but shoves it down with the glass of champagne that passes her on a tray, leaving it onto a table occupied by a group of people she didn’t know, continuing to move through the crowd. A shoulder hits hers, brows furrowing as she meets their face. “Marroquin? ---Damn, who knew you knew how to dress up for once,” he laughs, hand to his chin, shamelessly taking in her unknown femininity. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. His comment nearly makes her run back inside that Lyft, shutting down any ideas she previously had in her attempt to ‘live a little’. “Who knew you had the cojones to check me out with your beady little eyes?” she snaps, referring to her rank in NOLA PD. “Don’t make me regret running into you.” Turning around, Mia walks away, sinking further into the crowd. It was going to be one hell of a night and she knew there was only one way to get through it.