https://blood-ties.net/rp/ Wed, 10 Jun 2026 13:02:09 +0000 MyBB https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=177 Sat, 02 Oct 2021 22:49:10 +0000 Naomi Archived]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=177 A festival such as this had not been one the feline would have ventured off on her own. It was one she would had often enjoyed with friends. She had been grateful that Fig mentioned the festival. Even though the leopardess had been quick to protest, she finally had caved. In truth, Naomi had wanted to attend, but it had brought back too many memories. Ones of going to celebrations with her pack mates and having a blast. One that she would roll her eyes at the sweet things Trevin would speak. One that she would watch Remus and his stupidity as her heart melted. Those memories had turned into heartache as she stared at the flashing lights of signs and booths. The scent of greasy fried foods and sweet treats had swept under her nose as her stomach grumbled.


All of that had been pushed aside as she turned to look at Aislin, a smirk crept on her lips. She wasn't going to let those thoughts win tonight. “Funnel cakes and rides are screaming my name,” she softly chuckled. “Too bad there isn’t a Fun House like in a horror movie where some crazed clown chases everyone. Now that would be entertaining,” she admitted with a nod. “People are too sensitive these days.” Her head shook as she looped her arm through her friends and started to walk forward now that tickets had been paid.


The moon had been bright in the sky as stars could be seen over head. There certainly had been a crowd as people moved about, enjoying the festivities. The sound of the local band on stage vibrated the ground as the bass had been heavier than too be expected. “….And this band is going to create an earthquake,” she commented with another chuckle. “Oh bobbing for apples, we have to do that.” There were too things that were catching her interest when Naomi thought she would be a sourpuss the entire night. “Hmmm what are you feeling? Not the band..they aren’t playing anything worth dancing too.” A little frown had been given at that thought.
]]> A festival such as this had not been one the feline would have ventured off on her own. It was one she would had often enjoyed with friends. She had been grateful that Fig mentioned the festival. Even though the leopardess had been quick to protest, she finally had caved. In truth, Naomi had wanted to attend, but it had brought back too many memories. Ones of going to celebrations with her pack mates and having a blast. One that she would roll her eyes at the sweet things Trevin would speak. One that she would watch Remus and his stupidity as her heart melted. Those memories had turned into heartache as she stared at the flashing lights of signs and booths. The scent of greasy fried foods and sweet treats had swept under her nose as her stomach grumbled.


All of that had been pushed aside as she turned to look at Aislin, a smirk crept on her lips. She wasn't going to let those thoughts win tonight. “Funnel cakes and rides are screaming my name,” she softly chuckled. “Too bad there isn’t a Fun House like in a horror movie where some crazed clown chases everyone. Now that would be entertaining,” she admitted with a nod. “People are too sensitive these days.” Her head shook as she looped her arm through her friends and started to walk forward now that tickets had been paid.


The moon had been bright in the sky as stars could be seen over head. There certainly had been a crowd as people moved about, enjoying the festivities. The sound of the local band on stage vibrated the ground as the bass had been heavier than too be expected. “….And this band is going to create an earthquake,” she commented with another chuckle. “Oh bobbing for apples, we have to do that.” There were too things that were catching her interest when Naomi thought she would be a sourpuss the entire night. “Hmmm what are you feeling? Not the band..they aren’t playing anything worth dancing too.” A little frown had been given at that thought.
]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=173 Fri, 01 Oct 2021 04:01:26 +0000 James Jessup]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=173
Another sip of his drink, an apple brandy he'd gotten from a vendor and brought with him into the tent, and James took a lazy look around. At least everybody was having fun. He didn't immediately spot anyone he knew, but he'd lost count of how many drinks he'd had at this point, so he wouldn't have been particularly surprised if he'd missed someone. He flagged down another Apple Maid, was that even what they were called? He wasn't sure if it was a thing or if he'd just made it up and then forgot. Either way he flagged one down to get another bottle of hard cider delivered to his table since he was starting to run low on the brandy.

Part of him wanted to tell them to stop taking away his bottles and empty glasses so that he could keep track of how much he'd already had, but this didn't seem like that sort of atmosphere to carry on like that. That was what dive bars were for and a tent, while nothing fancy, didn't quite qualify. Still, he was in a pretty good mood, good enough that when someone bumped into him while walking by he just gave them a smile and pulled his boots out of the neighboring chair. "Sorry 'bout that. I was probably leaned too far back. Have a seat for a spell, unless you got other places t'be."]]>
Another sip of his drink, an apple brandy he'd gotten from a vendor and brought with him into the tent, and James took a lazy look around. At least everybody was having fun. He didn't immediately spot anyone he knew, but he'd lost count of how many drinks he'd had at this point, so he wouldn't have been particularly surprised if he'd missed someone. He flagged down another Apple Maid, was that even what they were called? He wasn't sure if it was a thing or if he'd just made it up and then forgot. Either way he flagged one down to get another bottle of hard cider delivered to his table since he was starting to run low on the brandy.

Part of him wanted to tell them to stop taking away his bottles and empty glasses so that he could keep track of how much he'd already had, but this didn't seem like that sort of atmosphere to carry on like that. That was what dive bars were for and a tent, while nothing fancy, didn't quite qualify. Still, he was in a pretty good mood, good enough that when someone bumped into him while walking by he just gave them a smile and pulled his boots out of the neighboring chair. "Sorry 'bout that. I was probably leaned too far back. Have a seat for a spell, unless you got other places t'be."]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=162 Sun, 19 Sep 2021 12:40:25 +0000 Nocturne Jackson]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=162
He had told Lyric that morning as he dropped her off at the studio that he might not be able to make it. He was teasing, of course, and they both knew it but it wasn’t until he made it to the stage and settled into a spot that he finally texted her to let her know he was there, stage right, and about half way back along the edge of the milling about crowd. It was a bring your own chair type of event but most seemed to prefer the blanket route and sat on the grass. Nocturne remained standing since he purposely put himself in a spot that wouldn’t block anyone behind him but still give him a great view.

The dance studio always performed at the festivals and various events in the city to help showcase the dancers and potentially bring in more inspired young people and backers. Lyric had been excitedly babbling about this one in particular because she was in two group performances and snagged one of the coveted solos as well. Nocturne was proud of his little sister and they both saw how much their dad was as well. Pops was already in the crowd as well and Nocturne had spotted him almost immediately when he strolled up. Abraham Jackson had a way of sticking out in a crowd and not just because of his height and muscular stature but just the badass aura he gave off. Of course none of that came into play when it came to Lyric as he turned into a proud and gushing father that couldn’t stop smiling. Their Pops might not always be around with how busy the Guardians kept him but he did his best to catch every important event his kids were in.

Finally the wait was over and the introductions began. Nocturne cheered for Lyric and her friends before everyone got into place. The dancing was top notch, as always, and he continued to cheer when an impressive move was done or when someone had a brief solo moment during the group numbers. He knew how hard they all worked and wanted to make sure they knew it was appreciated. When Lyric’s solo came up, Nocturne smiled as she moved gracefully across the stage, falling silent for once until the dance ended and he burst into loud applause and cheers.

As Lyric moved off and the next performance came on, Nocturne felt like someone was watching him somewhere behind him. He didn’t turn around but he did tense ever so slightly, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to get into a fight in a crowded festival. Nothing happened for most of the dance but near the end someone did step up beside him on his left. Nocturne continued to focus on the performance and applauded as they finished while waiting to see if the mystery person beside him was going to say something and if they were even there for him. They could have just come to see the end of the show and his paranoia was acting up.

When the last dance of the show started, Nocturne noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he finally glanced in that direction. He nearly laughed when what he saw was a proud dance mom holding up her phone and recording the performance. Of course. The edge where he stood was often a good place to get a clear shot in such an environment—unless you were Abraham Jackson and didn’t care how tall you were and stood in the centre a few rows back.

While he was glad it wasn’t anything to worry about and thankful his senses were alert even when he was enjoying a show, Nocturne wasn’t happy about how paranoid he was being. It was almost enough to return to Indulge and tell the vampires he wasn’t interested in anything and to leave him alone. With his luck lately, that would likely backfire and it was best to keep his distance and his guard up. So he let go of the idea and simply enjoyed the rest of the dance, cheering as the group took their bows before leaving the stage.

He pulled out his phone and sent Lyric a quick text.

You were amazing!
How many hot apple ciders should I grab?

Even if no one needed the ride home, Nocturne didn’t mind bringing some of them a treat after their hard work—even if it encouraged a crush or two. As he left the crowd to head to the proper vendor, the paranoia was still there and had him cast a glance around but no one seemed interested in him and Nocturne shrugged it off to focus on his task and enjoying the rest of the day.]]>
He had told Lyric that morning as he dropped her off at the studio that he might not be able to make it. He was teasing, of course, and they both knew it but it wasn’t until he made it to the stage and settled into a spot that he finally texted her to let her know he was there, stage right, and about half way back along the edge of the milling about crowd. It was a bring your own chair type of event but most seemed to prefer the blanket route and sat on the grass. Nocturne remained standing since he purposely put himself in a spot that wouldn’t block anyone behind him but still give him a great view.

The dance studio always performed at the festivals and various events in the city to help showcase the dancers and potentially bring in more inspired young people and backers. Lyric had been excitedly babbling about this one in particular because she was in two group performances and snagged one of the coveted solos as well. Nocturne was proud of his little sister and they both saw how much their dad was as well. Pops was already in the crowd as well and Nocturne had spotted him almost immediately when he strolled up. Abraham Jackson had a way of sticking out in a crowd and not just because of his height and muscular stature but just the badass aura he gave off. Of course none of that came into play when it came to Lyric as he turned into a proud and gushing father that couldn’t stop smiling. Their Pops might not always be around with how busy the Guardians kept him but he did his best to catch every important event his kids were in.

Finally the wait was over and the introductions began. Nocturne cheered for Lyric and her friends before everyone got into place. The dancing was top notch, as always, and he continued to cheer when an impressive move was done or when someone had a brief solo moment during the group numbers. He knew how hard they all worked and wanted to make sure they knew it was appreciated. When Lyric’s solo came up, Nocturne smiled as she moved gracefully across the stage, falling silent for once until the dance ended and he burst into loud applause and cheers.

As Lyric moved off and the next performance came on, Nocturne felt like someone was watching him somewhere behind him. He didn’t turn around but he did tense ever so slightly, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to get into a fight in a crowded festival. Nothing happened for most of the dance but near the end someone did step up beside him on his left. Nocturne continued to focus on the performance and applauded as they finished while waiting to see if the mystery person beside him was going to say something and if they were even there for him. They could have just come to see the end of the show and his paranoia was acting up.

When the last dance of the show started, Nocturne noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he finally glanced in that direction. He nearly laughed when what he saw was a proud dance mom holding up her phone and recording the performance. Of course. The edge where he stood was often a good place to get a clear shot in such an environment—unless you were Abraham Jackson and didn’t care how tall you were and stood in the centre a few rows back.

While he was glad it wasn’t anything to worry about and thankful his senses were alert even when he was enjoying a show, Nocturne wasn’t happy about how paranoid he was being. It was almost enough to return to Indulge and tell the vampires he wasn’t interested in anything and to leave him alone. With his luck lately, that would likely backfire and it was best to keep his distance and his guard up. So he let go of the idea and simply enjoyed the rest of the dance, cheering as the group took their bows before leaving the stage.

He pulled out his phone and sent Lyric a quick text.

You were amazing!
How many hot apple ciders should I grab?

Even if no one needed the ride home, Nocturne didn’t mind bringing some of them a treat after their hard work—even if it encouraged a crush or two. As he left the crowd to head to the proper vendor, the paranoia was still there and had him cast a glance around but no one seemed interested in him and Nocturne shrugged it off to focus on his task and enjoying the rest of the day.]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=161 Sun, 19 Sep 2021 09:32:18 +0000 Cody Park]]> https://blood-ties.net/rp/showthread.php?tid=161
For a bit, but it still counted!

Cody had spent the morning with his Paw as a part of the volunteers working the ‘parking lot’ by waving cars down his aisle to where an open spot had appeared. It was fun to use the radios that helped the people at the entrance know which numbered lane to send a car to and then Cody got to say a quick greeting to the occupants as they parked and got out. He loved meeting new people and loved the excitement every person of all ages seemed to have for the festival.

Thanks to his hard work that morning and his good behaviour since his grounding started nearly two months ago, Cody had been allowed to spend a few hours roaming the festival before the family would all meet up to head home for dinner. His Popsicle was one of the judges in the apple pie contest and would be busy until late afternoon, Paw went to watch the band currently on stage, and Cody knew his mom and dad had the twins and were taking them around the place. Lyric would be performing soon from a glance at the time as he read her most recent messages. He replied back that he would be there and that he was going to wander around the stalls first and maybe get something to eat.

His first stop was the stand shaped like a giant lemon that sold freshly squeezed lemonade. With his large drink in hand, Cody then ventured into the food section as he debated what he was in the mood for. He was tempted by a beaver tail but figured he should behave and get something that was more closely classified as healthy. Crepes counted, right? If he got it loaded with fruit, but his Popsicle made them sometimes so it wasn’t really a special treat.

He was still gawking at all of the signs and trying to follow his stomach when he ran into someone. His drink sloshed over the edge as he said he didn’t need the lid and straw but his hand took most of the damage from what he could tell before looking at the person he ran into with panic-stricken eyes. “I’m so sorry! That was all me. I was staring at all the delicious food.”]]>
For a bit, but it still counted!

Cody had spent the morning with his Paw as a part of the volunteers working the ‘parking lot’ by waving cars down his aisle to where an open spot had appeared. It was fun to use the radios that helped the people at the entrance know which numbered lane to send a car to and then Cody got to say a quick greeting to the occupants as they parked and got out. He loved meeting new people and loved the excitement every person of all ages seemed to have for the festival.

Thanks to his hard work that morning and his good behaviour since his grounding started nearly two months ago, Cody had been allowed to spend a few hours roaming the festival before the family would all meet up to head home for dinner. His Popsicle was one of the judges in the apple pie contest and would be busy until late afternoon, Paw went to watch the band currently on stage, and Cody knew his mom and dad had the twins and were taking them around the place. Lyric would be performing soon from a glance at the time as he read her most recent messages. He replied back that he would be there and that he was going to wander around the stalls first and maybe get something to eat.

His first stop was the stand shaped like a giant lemon that sold freshly squeezed lemonade. With his large drink in hand, Cody then ventured into the food section as he debated what he was in the mood for. He was tempted by a beaver tail but figured he should behave and get something that was more closely classified as healthy. Crepes counted, right? If he got it loaded with fruit, but his Popsicle made them sometimes so it wasn’t really a special treat.

He was still gawking at all of the signs and trying to follow his stomach when he ran into someone. His drink sloshed over the edge as he said he didn’t need the lid and straw but his hand took most of the damage from what he could tell before looking at the person he ran into with panic-stricken eyes. “I’m so sorry! That was all me. I was staring at all the delicious food.”]]>