https://blood-ties.net/rp/ Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:03:41 +0000 MyBB https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=296 Tue, 15 Mar 2022 15:24:20 +0000 Constance Lavore]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=296 -- Constance’s Dress–

Mr. Nolan K.K Martin was worshiped by the media as a “legendary storyteller”, having written a decent number of successful indie films since the late 2000s that earned him a taste of fame he wasn’t willing to give up. He made it big with his first ever high production film, The Maidenless, which was released near the tailend of 2021 and mesmerized audiences with a deep dive into a horrific fantasy realm following a shield-maiden known as a Tarnished. People couldn’t stop talking about it, and became so obsessed that most were certain Nolan would win the Oscar for Best Motion Picture this coming March.

“He’s taken everything from me!”

No one knew the real mastermind behind Nolan’s storytelling was his wife, Scarlett. So timid; far too shy for the limelight. She’d written a plethora of fiction horrors before Nolan took her tales to the big screen using their married name as an alias to protect her. Unfortunately the cost of her brilliant mind was the inability to speak up when her husband took all the credit for her work. Perhaps a betrayal she could have lived with if he hadn’t begun sleeping with his lead actress.

Constance Lavore lounged alone at a table in the Starlight Club. With a glass of wine nursed in her grip, dark eyes trailed the pair swaying to an intimate jazz number on the dancefloor. It wasn’t her place to judge the reasoning behind a contract, but she had to admit she possessed a great deal of satisfaction getting to kill Scarlett’s husband for her. Should he continue to parade around as he was, Constance could foresee him attempting to divorce his wife and giving it all to a pretty dripping cunt he’ll likely cheat on in another decade. Perhaps less… the girl was a fucking bimbo.

Though an assassin’s convenience was that the story wrote itself. Young, impressionable actress with an ambition to seduce a world renowned screenwriter. Why, it would launch her entire career! This film already repaired her reputation with addiction, audiences so enamored with her performance as the Shield-Maiden that they could forget what a messy human being she was. The media was already questioning the relationship between them. A promotion for the upcoming award or something more scandalous?

A smirk settled on Constance’s ruby lips as she drank the remnants of her wine. She rose from her seat and made a show of sweeping a hand over the hip of her onyx dress, ensuring the high slits cascaded properly around her legs. Her golden heels clicked softly as she slipped through the crowd. A bubble of conversation filtered through her ears, ignored for the smooth piano melody and the sensual confessions of the saxophone it complimented.

Her gaze fell upon a lone patron watching the swell of other dancers. A lovely face, at the very least lovely enough for her to step into the space beside them with her manicured hand extended. Her voice, laced with a hard to place accent, left her lips low and warm.

“Care to dance with me?”]]> -- Constance’s Dress–

Mr. Nolan K.K Martin was worshiped by the media as a “legendary storyteller”, having written a decent number of successful indie films since the late 2000s that earned him a taste of fame he wasn’t willing to give up. He made it big with his first ever high production film, The Maidenless, which was released near the tailend of 2021 and mesmerized audiences with a deep dive into a horrific fantasy realm following a shield-maiden known as a Tarnished. People couldn’t stop talking about it, and became so obsessed that most were certain Nolan would win the Oscar for Best Motion Picture this coming March.

“He’s taken everything from me!”

No one knew the real mastermind behind Nolan’s storytelling was his wife, Scarlett. So timid; far too shy for the limelight. She’d written a plethora of fiction horrors before Nolan took her tales to the big screen using their married name as an alias to protect her. Unfortunately the cost of her brilliant mind was the inability to speak up when her husband took all the credit for her work. Perhaps a betrayal she could have lived with if he hadn’t begun sleeping with his lead actress.

Constance Lavore lounged alone at a table in the Starlight Club. With a glass of wine nursed in her grip, dark eyes trailed the pair swaying to an intimate jazz number on the dancefloor. It wasn’t her place to judge the reasoning behind a contract, but she had to admit she possessed a great deal of satisfaction getting to kill Scarlett’s husband for her. Should he continue to parade around as he was, Constance could foresee him attempting to divorce his wife and giving it all to a pretty dripping cunt he’ll likely cheat on in another decade. Perhaps less… the girl was a fucking bimbo.

Though an assassin’s convenience was that the story wrote itself. Young, impressionable actress with an ambition to seduce a world renowned screenwriter. Why, it would launch her entire career! This film already repaired her reputation with addiction, audiences so enamored with her performance as the Shield-Maiden that they could forget what a messy human being she was. The media was already questioning the relationship between them. A promotion for the upcoming award or something more scandalous?

A smirk settled on Constance’s ruby lips as she drank the remnants of her wine. She rose from her seat and made a show of sweeping a hand over the hip of her onyx dress, ensuring the high slits cascaded properly around her legs. Her golden heels clicked softly as she slipped through the crowd. A bubble of conversation filtered through her ears, ignored for the smooth piano melody and the sensual confessions of the saxophone it complimented.

Her gaze fell upon a lone patron watching the swell of other dancers. A lovely face, at the very least lovely enough for her to step into the space beside them with her manicured hand extended. Her voice, laced with a hard to place accent, left her lips low and warm.

“Care to dance with me?”]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=213 Sat, 19 Feb 2022 07:39:55 +0000 Audrey Mason]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=213
Before she left the mall, however, Audrey intended to stock up on chocolate. It was unfounded, but she was convinced that the chocolate made the agony of change less, and if nothing else, picked up her mood post-moon when she could munch on the delicious treat. She wondered, idly, if eating chocolate while in wolf form would make her sick like it did to dogs. Maybe she’d ask Asher some time, he’d know. Or maybe Cassidy, who wouldn’t be inclined to make her feel like a bit of an idiot for her strange question.

Casually going into one of the popup boutiques that catered to Valentines day, Audrey was delighted to find their leftover chocolate had been seriously discounted, and she went to town. The expensive chocolate always tasted better when bought at a discount! She mumbled to herself as she picked out her treats, amused by some of the concepts the retailers had apparently thought would sell, or at least for more than she was willing to pay.

“I love post Valentines Day,” she said cheerfully to the girl at the register, handing over her chosen treats and watching as they were rung up. She grinned when the girl recited the information on the docket that told her how much she’d saved, and took the bag full of chocolate with a salute of her iced-mocha. “Thank you!” Beaming, Audrey turned to leave, walking cheerfully with her nose buried in the bag of delicious chocolate as she dug for something to munch on, accidentally colliding with another body in the process.

“Oh shi—sorry!” she said, censoring herself in case it was some grumpy lady or something.]]>
Before she left the mall, however, Audrey intended to stock up on chocolate. It was unfounded, but she was convinced that the chocolate made the agony of change less, and if nothing else, picked up her mood post-moon when she could munch on the delicious treat. She wondered, idly, if eating chocolate while in wolf form would make her sick like it did to dogs. Maybe she’d ask Asher some time, he’d know. Or maybe Cassidy, who wouldn’t be inclined to make her feel like a bit of an idiot for her strange question.

Casually going into one of the popup boutiques that catered to Valentines day, Audrey was delighted to find their leftover chocolate had been seriously discounted, and she went to town. The expensive chocolate always tasted better when bought at a discount! She mumbled to herself as she picked out her treats, amused by some of the concepts the retailers had apparently thought would sell, or at least for more than she was willing to pay.

“I love post Valentines Day,” she said cheerfully to the girl at the register, handing over her chosen treats and watching as they were rung up. She grinned when the girl recited the information on the docket that told her how much she’d saved, and took the bag full of chocolate with a salute of her iced-mocha. “Thank you!” Beaming, Audrey turned to leave, walking cheerfully with her nose buried in the bag of delicious chocolate as she dug for something to munch on, accidentally colliding with another body in the process.

“Oh shi—sorry!” she said, censoring herself in case it was some grumpy lady or something.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=209 Sun, 13 Feb 2022 07:39:42 +0000 Jasper Jacobs]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=209
Jasper paused, subtly sniffing the air as he turned, and finally spotted his quarry. A mischievous smile flittered over his lips, and Jasper made his way across the large eating area, dodging teenagers as he went to stealthily come up behind the young man, leaning in close to breathe in deeply, he smirked as he spoke. “Thought I smelt someone familiar,” he was still smirking as he stepped back, and then invited himself to join Moonlight, heedless of whether the young man was out with friends.

“Been a while,” Jasper said cheerfully, “I think I finally have the taste out of my mouth, though.” Smirking again, Jasper picked up one of his rolls of sushi – cucumber and avocado – and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as he mulled over the last time he’d seen Moonlight, and all that had entailed. He’d been carefully keeping an eye out for Moonlight ever since, but hadn’t seen him, unfortunately. He was worried about Rafe getting upset with him, but the Master hadn’t spoken to him about it since. Jasper knew that he hadn’t forgotten, though.

Leaning back in his seat, Jasper finished up his first sushi roll, and licked his fingers, before wiping them on a napkin. “So, where’s your hot date?” he asked innocently, having noted that the young man was alone, and didn’t appear to be waiting for anyone.]]>
Jasper paused, subtly sniffing the air as he turned, and finally spotted his quarry. A mischievous smile flittered over his lips, and Jasper made his way across the large eating area, dodging teenagers as he went to stealthily come up behind the young man, leaning in close to breathe in deeply, he smirked as he spoke. “Thought I smelt someone familiar,” he was still smirking as he stepped back, and then invited himself to join Moonlight, heedless of whether the young man was out with friends.

“Been a while,” Jasper said cheerfully, “I think I finally have the taste out of my mouth, though.” Smirking again, Jasper picked up one of his rolls of sushi – cucumber and avocado – and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as he mulled over the last time he’d seen Moonlight, and all that had entailed. He’d been carefully keeping an eye out for Moonlight ever since, but hadn’t seen him, unfortunately. He was worried about Rafe getting upset with him, but the Master hadn’t spoken to him about it since. Jasper knew that he hadn’t forgotten, though.

Leaning back in his seat, Jasper finished up his first sushi roll, and licked his fingers, before wiping them on a napkin. “So, where’s your hot date?” he asked innocently, having noted that the young man was alone, and didn’t appear to be waiting for anyone.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=207 Wed, 05 Jan 2022 16:15:30 +0000 Chance Warden]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=207
Somehow they had managed to schedule a time where they could get together weekly—or near enough to it that it was still counted as a regular thing. Thanks to the time of year, Chance was able to rise and go out earlier which made making plans a lot easier. Lyric believed him when he said he worked nights and slept a vast portion of the day and while it was technically true, Chance still felt like he was always lying to the sweet young woman that called him friend.

The old Royal Cinema with the amazing architecture wasn’t just a staple of the downtown core that houses memories of the early days of the city—it also showed old movies that were deemed classics or even cult classics on its two screens. Once he had learned about it, Chance knew that was where he would spend his free time and may have made a sound similar to a squee of joy when Lyric said she’d love to check it out as well. So Tuesdays at seven in the evening were theirs to enjoy together. He bought the tickets and Lyric got the snacks, though they were mostly for her as Chance worried about his tolerance of food and only took a few kernels of popcorn or a sip of the large pop (from his own straw! Lyric loved jamming at least two into the lid every time).

This would be their first movie of the year and he hoped the tradition would continue as long as the sun allowed it to. Currently Lyric didn’t have any extra activities on that night but she was busy and popular so her schedule could change their plans long before the summer did. If they managed to keep it up, maybe they could see the later showing by then since Lyric wouldn’t have classes by that point. But that was in the future. For now, Chance headed inside to buy the tickets. They had made a promise to never look ahead to see what was playing, finding it fun to just show up and enjoy whatever was on at seven.

He was smiling again as he went back outside to wait, eyes sharp for the Jeep Lyric would be dropped off from. She had told him a few weeks ago that her brother had to finally admit it was too cold and the roads to slippery to risk taking his motorcycle out again. When it pulled up along the curb, Chance’s smile faltered and he gave Nocturne a little wave as the man gave him the usual glare. He was always so nervous when the big brother was around and it didn’t help that he had no idea what Nocturne thought about him. Sure, he had powers that would help with that but Chance was too young and too flustered to even attempt trying and was always left with a slight tremble until Nocturne left.

“Hi! Guess what’s on tonight?” Chance held the door to the building open for Lyric and followed her inside a moment later. With a flourish, he presented her ticket that showed ‘Dirty Dancing’ along the top. “Have you seen it? I saw it years ago but I was pretty sick at the time so I’m not sure how much I remember and how much was a part of a fever dream,” he laughed, the comfort of movies easing away some of his awkwardness he was normally drowning in.]]>
Somehow they had managed to schedule a time where they could get together weekly—or near enough to it that it was still counted as a regular thing. Thanks to the time of year, Chance was able to rise and go out earlier which made making plans a lot easier. Lyric believed him when he said he worked nights and slept a vast portion of the day and while it was technically true, Chance still felt like he was always lying to the sweet young woman that called him friend.

The old Royal Cinema with the amazing architecture wasn’t just a staple of the downtown core that houses memories of the early days of the city—it also showed old movies that were deemed classics or even cult classics on its two screens. Once he had learned about it, Chance knew that was where he would spend his free time and may have made a sound similar to a squee of joy when Lyric said she’d love to check it out as well. So Tuesdays at seven in the evening were theirs to enjoy together. He bought the tickets and Lyric got the snacks, though they were mostly for her as Chance worried about his tolerance of food and only took a few kernels of popcorn or a sip of the large pop (from his own straw! Lyric loved jamming at least two into the lid every time).

This would be their first movie of the year and he hoped the tradition would continue as long as the sun allowed it to. Currently Lyric didn’t have any extra activities on that night but she was busy and popular so her schedule could change their plans long before the summer did. If they managed to keep it up, maybe they could see the later showing by then since Lyric wouldn’t have classes by that point. But that was in the future. For now, Chance headed inside to buy the tickets. They had made a promise to never look ahead to see what was playing, finding it fun to just show up and enjoy whatever was on at seven.

He was smiling again as he went back outside to wait, eyes sharp for the Jeep Lyric would be dropped off from. She had told him a few weeks ago that her brother had to finally admit it was too cold and the roads to slippery to risk taking his motorcycle out again. When it pulled up along the curb, Chance’s smile faltered and he gave Nocturne a little wave as the man gave him the usual glare. He was always so nervous when the big brother was around and it didn’t help that he had no idea what Nocturne thought about him. Sure, he had powers that would help with that but Chance was too young and too flustered to even attempt trying and was always left with a slight tremble until Nocturne left.

“Hi! Guess what’s on tonight?” Chance held the door to the building open for Lyric and followed her inside a moment later. With a flourish, he presented her ticket that showed ‘Dirty Dancing’ along the top. “Have you seen it? I saw it years ago but I was pretty sick at the time so I’m not sure how much I remember and how much was a part of a fever dream,” he laughed, the comfort of movies easing away some of his awkwardness he was normally drowning in.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=68 Thu, 22 Jul 2021 17:08:30 +0000 Chance Warden]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=68
He had embarrassingly had a panic attack, head between his knees as he covered his ears to help block out so many people talking and the sounds of cars and music coming from both cars and buildings. And the smells. Chance much preferred the country as he wrinkled his nose in distaste as they slowly moved along streets until finally parking underground.

Over those two nights he had adjusted a bit to both sensations and wasn’t nearly as panicked or twitchy so he’d been allowed an outing. Carefully observed, naturally, but they kept their distance so he could feel like he had some freedom and took in the sights and sounds on ground level. It was all so overwhelming but amazing! Growing up at the secluded manor meant he hadn’t gotten out much and if he did, only on short errands to the small town. None of the buildings compared to Greenbrooke. Sure, he watched a lot of movies and shows so it wasn’t like he had no idea such things existed but he’d never walked amongst them and down streets crowded with people even at late hours.

Actually, he wished they weren’t nearly as crowded as his nose twitched when a man walked by. Chance had fed before leaving to help keep his urges in check but some people seemed to smell tastier than others. Then again, perhaps it was… popcorn? Did humans smell like popcorn? Chance decided to follow his nose around the corner and found a movie theatre that seemed to have just had a movie let out with the amount of people milling about and holding bags and drinks.

He stood back watching the scene for a few minutes, enjoying the way people interacted as they discussed what they had just watched. Some groups were noisier than others and some laughed as they dodged through traffic to get to their own vehicles. But everyone was having fun. He found himself wandering closer as more people left and his senses weren’t nearly as bombarded. He hadn’t been to a cinema before either and while he doubted anything would have a start time at that hour, Chance still wanted to peek through the windows and maybe see what was playing and see if he’d be allowed to attend a showing soon.

He was still wide-eyed and in awe of everything around him, his gaze going everywhere except to where he was walking. He looked forward just in time to avoid shoulder-checking someone as he swivelled enough to only lightly clip her, and stopped a couple of steps behind the girl. “I’m so sorry! I was looking everywhere but forward. Are you okay?” She was still standing so that was something! Chance had improved on learning his new strength but an accidental running into someone wasn’t something they had worked on.]]>
He had embarrassingly had a panic attack, head between his knees as he covered his ears to help block out so many people talking and the sounds of cars and music coming from both cars and buildings. And the smells. Chance much preferred the country as he wrinkled his nose in distaste as they slowly moved along streets until finally parking underground.

Over those two nights he had adjusted a bit to both sensations and wasn’t nearly as panicked or twitchy so he’d been allowed an outing. Carefully observed, naturally, but they kept their distance so he could feel like he had some freedom and took in the sights and sounds on ground level. It was all so overwhelming but amazing! Growing up at the secluded manor meant he hadn’t gotten out much and if he did, only on short errands to the small town. None of the buildings compared to Greenbrooke. Sure, he watched a lot of movies and shows so it wasn’t like he had no idea such things existed but he’d never walked amongst them and down streets crowded with people even at late hours.

Actually, he wished they weren’t nearly as crowded as his nose twitched when a man walked by. Chance had fed before leaving to help keep his urges in check but some people seemed to smell tastier than others. Then again, perhaps it was… popcorn? Did humans smell like popcorn? Chance decided to follow his nose around the corner and found a movie theatre that seemed to have just had a movie let out with the amount of people milling about and holding bags and drinks.

He stood back watching the scene for a few minutes, enjoying the way people interacted as they discussed what they had just watched. Some groups were noisier than others and some laughed as they dodged through traffic to get to their own vehicles. But everyone was having fun. He found himself wandering closer as more people left and his senses weren’t nearly as bombarded. He hadn’t been to a cinema before either and while he doubted anything would have a start time at that hour, Chance still wanted to peek through the windows and maybe see what was playing and see if he’d be allowed to attend a showing soon.

He was still wide-eyed and in awe of everything around him, his gaze going everywhere except to where he was walking. He looked forward just in time to avoid shoulder-checking someone as he swivelled enough to only lightly clip her, and stopped a couple of steps behind the girl. “I’m so sorry! I was looking everywhere but forward. Are you okay?” She was still standing so that was something! Chance had improved on learning his new strength but an accidental running into someone wasn’t something they had worked on.]]>