https://blood-ties.net/rp/ Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:34:12 +0000 MyBB https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=366 Mon, 09 May 2022 13:30:09 +0000 Keiran Thompson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=366
Dutch courage it might have been, but it was courage nonetheless. Since arriving in town, Keiran had kept predominately to himself, at least outside of work and those things which were necessary for setting up a new life. It was easier, there were no questions, no people making snap judgements and no one to answer to. Everything he did was entirely because he wanted to do it and for no other reason.

It was, however, a touch lonely. Keiran was used to having people around him, not many but some, yet here he was sitting in a busy nightclub on his own. Perhaps he should have picked a bar since they were more appropriate for making conversations with strangers. Instead, he had been lazy and instead gone to the first club he had seen on the walk from his small apartment. Now, while he wasn't exactly drunk, he felt too comfortable in the drinking and people watching routine to do anything other than wait until he was ready to go home. Even if that meant sitting around on his own for the entire night.

It wasn't as though he had anything better to do.

The bartender disturbed his thoughts and Keiran automatically reached out to grab the drink placed on the counter nearby - not for a moment connecting that he had not finished his current drink nor had ordered another, and was in fact stealing someone's order.]]>
Dutch courage it might have been, but it was courage nonetheless. Since arriving in town, Keiran had kept predominately to himself, at least outside of work and those things which were necessary for setting up a new life. It was easier, there were no questions, no people making snap judgements and no one to answer to. Everything he did was entirely because he wanted to do it and for no other reason.

It was, however, a touch lonely. Keiran was used to having people around him, not many but some, yet here he was sitting in a busy nightclub on his own. Perhaps he should have picked a bar since they were more appropriate for making conversations with strangers. Instead, he had been lazy and instead gone to the first club he had seen on the walk from his small apartment. Now, while he wasn't exactly drunk, he felt too comfortable in the drinking and people watching routine to do anything other than wait until he was ready to go home. Even if that meant sitting around on his own for the entire night.

It wasn't as though he had anything better to do.

The bartender disturbed his thoughts and Keiran automatically reached out to grab the drink placed on the counter nearby - not for a moment connecting that he had not finished his current drink nor had ordered another, and was in fact stealing someone's order.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=186 Thu, 14 Oct 2021 23:40:56 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=186 Inhale, exhale, the feline had taken a deep breath as the bouncer had allowed her to cross the threshold. The vibration of the music could have been felt under her heels as she stalked forward. Instantly she had been hit with various flavors of creatures, most prominent had been the undead which had a distinct taste that rolled on her tongue. The music pulsated, the beat had been heavy and enticing as it beckoned forth people to the dance floor. Strobe lights of varies hues light up different areas. The bar had been crowded with eager patrons as seating areas held those that wanted a taste of liquor or something more sinister.


It had been the first the leopardess had stepped foot into a club since she had arrived in Greenbrooke. The atmosphere had felt foreign for she had no desire to enjoy the atmosphere once loved at that point. Flashes of faces skimmed over the contours of her mind as Naomi blinked and shook her head. She had not wanted to be haunted that night and tried to push those images aside. New Jersey had been the last she had entertained the thought of the nightlife with her packmates. It was almost a bittersweet moment as she stood and glanced around, taking in the scenery. She would not allow the ghosts to ruin the moment as much as each person had left a mark upon her soul.


If it hadn’t been for her own curiosity on what Rafe had own, the feline doubted she would have opted to visit in this point in her life. Something had shifted since staying at the mansion and there had been an itch she wanted to explore. Naomi had no expectations that night except consuming a few cocktails. She would there mainly to observe and if the mood had stroke her, dance. Oh it had been an old friend she had missed as the desire had started to come back.


Heels had clicked as she had stepped forward in stiletto ankle boots. Black leather pants had hugged her figure. Her shirt had been burgundy as it dipped into a low v-neck and tied in the back. Bangles and bracelets had been on her wrists to cover-up the slowly healing burns and other accessories had completed her attire. Her hair had been in a high ponytail as brown locks fell into ringlets.


The feline had grabbed a signature cocktail from the bar; Purple Haze as she sipped it and stalked towards the edge of the horde of dancers. She watched and waited, trying to make the decision on if the music had captivated her enough in order to make a move. Until a decision had been made, she continued to sip and stalk.
]]> Inhale, exhale, the feline had taken a deep breath as the bouncer had allowed her to cross the threshold. The vibration of the music could have been felt under her heels as she stalked forward. Instantly she had been hit with various flavors of creatures, most prominent had been the undead which had a distinct taste that rolled on her tongue. The music pulsated, the beat had been heavy and enticing as it beckoned forth people to the dance floor. Strobe lights of varies hues light up different areas. The bar had been crowded with eager patrons as seating areas held those that wanted a taste of liquor or something more sinister.


It had been the first the leopardess had stepped foot into a club since she had arrived in Greenbrooke. The atmosphere had felt foreign for she had no desire to enjoy the atmosphere once loved at that point. Flashes of faces skimmed over the contours of her mind as Naomi blinked and shook her head. She had not wanted to be haunted that night and tried to push those images aside. New Jersey had been the last she had entertained the thought of the nightlife with her packmates. It was almost a bittersweet moment as she stood and glanced around, taking in the scenery. She would not allow the ghosts to ruin the moment as much as each person had left a mark upon her soul.


If it hadn’t been for her own curiosity on what Rafe had own, the feline doubted she would have opted to visit in this point in her life. Something had shifted since staying at the mansion and there had been an itch she wanted to explore. Naomi had no expectations that night except consuming a few cocktails. She would there mainly to observe and if the mood had stroke her, dance. Oh it had been an old friend she had missed as the desire had started to come back.


Heels had clicked as she had stepped forward in stiletto ankle boots. Black leather pants had hugged her figure. Her shirt had been burgundy as it dipped into a low v-neck and tied in the back. Bangles and bracelets had been on her wrists to cover-up the slowly healing burns and other accessories had completed her attire. Her hair had been in a high ponytail as brown locks fell into ringlets.


The feline had grabbed a signature cocktail from the bar; Purple Haze as she sipped it and stalked towards the edge of the horde of dancers. She watched and waited, trying to make the decision on if the music had captivated her enough in order to make a move. Until a decision had been made, she continued to sip and stalk.
]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=154 Fri, 17 Sep 2021 14:24:28 +0000 Nicholas Erobern]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=154
This evening the plan was to socialize and explore his customer base. Humans seemed far different than fae, stranger for sure, and learning their ways was the whole goal of this trip. A short divination session later seemed that most desires had gathered in one particular building. There were a couple of options but this one seemed the closest. While finding a suitable outfit ended up problematic, the fae still had problems grasping how people dress on Earth, the metallic mirror did give him some good ideas. He was even able to use some clothing pieces brought from the Otherworld.

Such, in skin-tight, black salamander leather pants, sleeveless crop-top and spider silk lace underneath, as well as, black leather jacket, Nix arrived at some sort of human wine house. That would explain the concentration of desire in the building. After getting through the guard, the fae removed his jacket sat down at the bar, his eyes shifting from left to right, trying to grasp every detail in the room. Threads of desire were easy to track now but, on top of those, there were some strange ones. Like bonds, he made with his contracts but...Not quite. Some had one while others had multiple. Was there competition here?

The spider got spooked by the bartender approaching him and asking for the fae's order,
"Ummm...Eeeee...Mead...No, Imean...Wine, maybe?" He almost physically winced at how awkward he sounds but, speaking the truth, the enchantment used to translate language didn't work on written text, so...He had no idea what drinks they had.]]>
This evening the plan was to socialize and explore his customer base. Humans seemed far different than fae, stranger for sure, and learning their ways was the whole goal of this trip. A short divination session later seemed that most desires had gathered in one particular building. There were a couple of options but this one seemed the closest. While finding a suitable outfit ended up problematic, the fae still had problems grasping how people dress on Earth, the metallic mirror did give him some good ideas. He was even able to use some clothing pieces brought from the Otherworld.

Such, in skin-tight, black salamander leather pants, sleeveless crop-top and spider silk lace underneath, as well as, black leather jacket, Nix arrived at some sort of human wine house. That would explain the concentration of desire in the building. After getting through the guard, the fae removed his jacket sat down at the bar, his eyes shifting from left to right, trying to grasp every detail in the room. Threads of desire were easy to track now but, on top of those, there were some strange ones. Like bonds, he made with his contracts but...Not quite. Some had one while others had multiple. Was there competition here?

The spider got spooked by the bartender approaching him and asking for the fae's order,
"Ummm...Eeeee...Mead...No, Imean...Wine, maybe?" He almost physically winced at how awkward he sounds but, speaking the truth, the enchantment used to translate language didn't work on written text, so...He had no idea what drinks they had.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=29 Thu, 22 Oct 2020 08:51:14 +0000 Jasper Jacobs]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=29 fun.

Deciding to start the night with a drink, Jasper slipped through the crowd like a wraith, and waved down his usual work buddy. He smirked – full of self-satisfaction – when they expressed jealousy at his being off for the night, and gleefully took the drinks he had ordered. Alcohol didn’t do much to him these days, but then, neither did smoking and he had yet to kick that habit too. Tossing back the shot with a showy flourish, he took the mixed drink and began to weave through the crowd.

Jasper had no idea who he was looking for, only that he’d know he’d found his date for the night when he stumbled across him. How far that ‘date’ went varied with his mood, though he wasn’t overly fond of bathroom hook-ups and one nighters, some people were worth the heady rush. Most didn’t get more than some dirty dancing. Speaking of – Jasper turned to look coyly over one shoulder when someone made an obvious move to grind against him, but a quick look and Jasper moved on, tossing a cheeky little wave at the other man as he ducked between some dancers. That was a hard pass, thanks.

He had almost finished his drink when a face finally caught his attention – well, honestly, it was the arse that caught his attention, but the face was the nail in the coffin. So to speak. Grinning behind his glass, Jasper wove delicately through the crowd and towards his goal; when he finally reached the other man, he slipped up behind him and pressed in close, feeling the warmth of another body with delight. “Hello there,” it would have been best delivered as a whisper, but considering the surround sound noise of the club, he settled for a quiet murmur. Loud enough to be heard, but still low enough to carry the whispery emphasis.]]> fun.

Deciding to start the night with a drink, Jasper slipped through the crowd like a wraith, and waved down his usual work buddy. He smirked – full of self-satisfaction – when they expressed jealousy at his being off for the night, and gleefully took the drinks he had ordered. Alcohol didn’t do much to him these days, but then, neither did smoking and he had yet to kick that habit too. Tossing back the shot with a showy flourish, he took the mixed drink and began to weave through the crowd.

Jasper had no idea who he was looking for, only that he’d know he’d found his date for the night when he stumbled across him. How far that ‘date’ went varied with his mood, though he wasn’t overly fond of bathroom hook-ups and one nighters, some people were worth the heady rush. Most didn’t get more than some dirty dancing. Speaking of – Jasper turned to look coyly over one shoulder when someone made an obvious move to grind against him, but a quick look and Jasper moved on, tossing a cheeky little wave at the other man as he ducked between some dancers. That was a hard pass, thanks.

He had almost finished his drink when a face finally caught his attention – well, honestly, it was the arse that caught his attention, but the face was the nail in the coffin. So to speak. Grinning behind his glass, Jasper wove delicately through the crowd and towards his goal; when he finally reached the other man, he slipped up behind him and pressed in close, feeling the warmth of another body with delight. “Hello there,” it would have been best delivered as a whisper, but considering the surround sound noise of the club, he settled for a quiet murmur. Loud enough to be heard, but still low enough to carry the whispery emphasis.]]>