#unchained:starter

Everything hurt but at least her pride was intact. There had been a murder in the community and ever council and pack and coven had turned inwards to root out the perpetrator. It was almost laughable that her coven suspected her. Like she would be stupid enough to leave evidence of what she had done. Because the scene displayed signs of ritual her coven had almost immediately called her in for interrogation. Never had Helena cursed her reputation more than when she was lead into the room and sat the lone chair there. 

He realised he’d been side too long when the milk in his fridge went bad. He really need to stop isolating himself so much, it wasn’t suppose to be in his nature and yet here he was. Marcus stepped out into the streets of New Orleans, the sun dipping low enough to cast an orange glow along the street. Locking up he shoved his hands in his pockets and attempted to make his way through the busy street towards a store. You would think being so tall and broad it would be easy for people to avoid him but Marcus found that he was having to side step just to avoid touching people. 

The sun had already set by the time Leon left the law firm.  Like clockwork, the man rushed home to his lonely apartment to change out of his penguin suit.  Most evenings, he get into his workout clothes and run a few miles to help blow off some steam.  However, a job was not going to cut it.  No, he needed a drink or two after the week he has been having.  Leon found himself at a local establishment and upon entering, he felt a sense of magic around him but merely shrugged it off as he headed towards the bar.  “Whiskey neat,” he ordered as his dazzling blue eyes wandered around the place. Usually one to keep to himself, he decided to branch out a little.  After all, it was getting rather lonely.  “Come here often?”

Jez ✉ ↪ Open

@nola-starters​  open.

On the couch, Malachai leaned forward with his super Nintendo controller in his hand staring intensely at the screen. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me,” he mumbled under his breath.  At the sound of a knock at his door, he paused the game and became very still curious as to it could be.  “Son of a bitch,” he said cursing himself as he quickly got up.  “I’m coming,” he yelled out.  “Sorry, I completely forgot what today was.”  Kai said loud enough for the person on the other side of the door.  When he rushed to the door, he had a pleading look of forgiveness until he saw who it was, “oh it is only you.”  He commented in a monotone voice.  Leaving the door wide open for the person, he headed back towards the living room to grab a shirt to put on.

To say that Oscar was out of his depth would be an understatement. He had only been in New Orleans for a few days and the immense culture shock had left him weary and frankly, missing the simple live he’d once had back in England. Returning was impossible, at least for the time being. He needed time away, time to figure out himself after the bombshell that had been dropped.

With the crowd cheering, Beau finished the last few notes of Friends in Low Places and placed the microphone back up and took a bow.  “Thank you, thank you very much.”  Beau said blowing kisses towards the crowd.  For a man who usually was reserved and tried to remain hidden, he certainly was out of his shell tonight.  Stumbling down the stairs of the stage, it took him a moment to get his bearings when he thought he spotted the table towards his friend.  Without much thought, he wrapped his arm around who he thought was his friend’s neck, leaned in and kissed them on the cheek not much paying attention who it was.  It was odd, for someone who disliked anyone in his personal space.  “We are going up there next...together.”  Beau explained as he looked up at the stage to see the next person up for karaoke.  “And no, you do not get to say no,” he slurred knowing it might take some convincing.  “I need another drink,” his eyes wandering around the place for a moment, tipsy from the previous shots from earlier, before his lovely rendition of a Garth Brooks song.  “I am thinking duet.”  And with those words, he smiled before leaning in and placing a kiss on t heir lips.  “Yes, now to get another drink.  You want something?”