Though It Only Felt As If A Few Days Had Passed, He Had Been For Two Months Now And Still Didn't Know

though it only felt as if a few days had passed, he had been for two months now and still didn't know his way around; and alexandria wasn't that big.

today he was going to change that.

walking through the heart of the town, attempting to commit streets and buildings to memory, wyne found himself being pulled towards the town southern bend. for someone that had a bit of distaste in their mouth for magic, he often wound up chasing after it; like a moth drawn to a flame.

"interesting," he mumbled to himself, halfhearted, as he left the bustling noise and life of the town behind him to step into the almost eerie calm of the thickly tree lined forest. there was some kind of magic here. he didn't know what it was but it was enough that even he could feel it.

honestly? it was distracting.

following blindly, he made his way deeper and deeper into the forest; far past any paths or distinguishing markings he was familiar with that could help him find his way back. there was something luring him deeper, filling him with this unsettling sense of safety and peace-- but thankfully it was interrupted by the rather dramatic entrance of a complete stranger.

looking over at the man with cold, tired eyes, wyne feigned a smile as he watched the man regain composure after throwing himself to the ground. in his defense it was a swift, graceful movement; it proved the man had complete control and awareness over his body though it was still a bit unnecessary.

"i'm fine." wyne answered plainly as he let his head cant to the side as his eyes shamelessly dropped to take in every inch of the man's form as he stood tall before him. "are you? that was... quite the entrance." his tone was cold, judgmental even, but in his own way he was being playful.

location: forest. open to: open starter.

a thrum of speed burst through his veins as merrick berrada ducks beneath a low hanging branch before he leaps over another. the scent of the forest air fills his nostrils and urges him forward.

run, run, run.

release, release, release.

too much pent up energy, too much adrenaline that was desperately clawing for a way out. he bounds through the forest, foot steps light, and smirks to himself. it felt good to run like this, the freedom of it, not having to look over a shoulder or look forward to bringing death toward someone.

it's that thought that distracts him, though, as he barely misses colliding into another body. "fuck!" he yelps, tumbling to the side, ducking and rolling before springing back to his feet quickly. "are you okay?" he says, spinning around to face whoever he'd nearly crashed into.

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max riemelt, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that ashwyne "wyne" bordai? i’ve seen them hanging out with the half ghosts. i hear they’re 35 [1354], but they’ve only been in alexandria for 2 months. they seem to be honest & independent, but also abrasive & lackadaisical.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Ashwyne Bordai

Nickname(s): Wyne

Age: 1354 (appears 35)

Date of Birth: July 16th

Hometown: Bjørgvin, (now called Bergen) Norway

Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana 

Species: Half-Ghost

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"it really depends on the alcohol itself and the proof. liquor is going to be more flammable due to having a higher alcohol content and wine," christopher explained with a nod to the glass the other had just downed, "needs to be fairly warm for it to produce enough vapors to be flammable..." it took longer than it should have for him to stop and furrow his brows in response to the question the other had just asked. why did want to know if alcohol was highly flammable?

"you should be fine?" the man turned to face the shorter stranger more fully, his mask hiding the details of his face while still managing to highlight the confusion in his eyes. "right? you should be fine? should i be worried that you're asking about that?" he questioned with a weak, halfhearted laugh. he was only a human, after all; at a party, in a town, populated mostly by supernatural creatures that had all sorts of powers and abilities. oh, and he knew absolutely nobody here so maybe he should be worried about things being flammable.

there was no telling what could happen in a place like this.

event starter : masquerade [ greyson / open ]

Usually balls weren't really his thing, but sometimes Grey could be persuaded to attend the parties around town. He wasn't always too caught up in his work, the young dragon could cut loose. And that was exactly what he was trying to do. With the entire vibe of the ball being hedonism, debauchery and a good time, it surely wouldn't be that hard to get into the spirit of things.

After snatching a glass of the first thing that passed him on a tray, Greyson practically downed the entire glass of wine, peering at it through his dragon mask. Perhaps the choice of mask was a little on the nose, but Grey wasn't overly adventurous with such things. "You know, now that I think about it, alcohol is highly flammable right?" The dragon mused as he frowned at the empty glass. Maybe he shouldn't mix wine and fire.

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"well, yeah you're surprised someone is talking to you or are you agreeing that you're overdressed," he teased as the corners of his mouth widened into a warm, playful smile. "or both?"

here, lost in the chaos of pulsing beams of light and music so loud you could feel it in your bones, in a space where everything and everyone was meant to be touched, was where wyne felt the most at ease. the noise was enough to drown out the heaviness in his mind that the weight of his time alive burdens him with. he can breathe. he can smile. he can relax and just give in to desire and need.

--but he also knew not everyone felt that way about clubs or bars; and the younger man he was currently enamored by was clearly more of the latter if the tension in his shoulders was anything for him to go by.

"sure," wyne called out, "like a private booth; though, in a place like this, they don't expect you to use them for talking. or so i've heard." the half-ghost teased with a subtle lick of his lips.

when the other lifted his hands to cover his ears the first thought that came to wyne's mind was cute. whether it was his intention or not, the younger man was pulling wyne deeper in with everything he did and said. "here," he spoke up as he reached out to offer the other his hand. "come with me?" taking a step back, his hand still stretched out for the other, he posed the question as he started to lean away so he could lead the other through the noise and get them to a room.

The blaring of the music was certainly affecting the half blind wolf. Being a werewolf, his hearing was already heightened but being half blind, he learned to get by by making is other senses much sharper. So with the music thumping in his ear, it really didn't help him. Perhaps these other creatures are used to it now, but this was his first time here. Plus the smoke machine was irritating his nose.

He looked down at himself when the other mentioned that he was overdressed. He then looked around the dance floor and it was true. Most guys here were shirtless. Even the guy in front of him. "Well...yeah." Why was this guy talking to him? He was nothing special. "I don't think I'll take my shirt off. I don't wanna lose it." He barely had that many shirts as it was.

"Like private booths but they are rooms?" It sort of made sense. not everyone would want to dance. Some people probably came here to get drunk. Find a mate for the night or do some dodgy business. "It's my first time here too!" He called out, not realizing that he was basically shouting as the music felt like it was getting louder to him. "A room would be great if it gets me outta this noise." He found his hands slowly start to come up to his ears to cover them a little.

chace crawford, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that christopher lane? i’ve seen them hanging out with the humans. i hear they're 38, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 3 months. they seem to be hardworking & charming, but also hot-headed & dishonest. they are not heightened!

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Christopher Lane

Nickname(s): Chris, Topher (close friends only)

Age: 38

Date of Birth: October 13th

Hometown: Charleston, South Carolina

Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana 

Species: Human; not heightened;

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bars and clubs could be a bit tricky thanks to their lighting. you could argue that was part of their appeal, though. bring people in, liquor them up and dull their judgement while their senses are left to scramble in the darkness that broke between the intense, blinding lights leading most to grab onto the first person they saw just so they could get away from it all. bars and clubs didn't make their money off of their patrons making good decisions.

stepping closer, blinking as some of the lasers traced across his face, wyne didn't let the undying pulse of the people around him knock him away from the other; he didn't let the lights keep him from looking the younger man over with unabashed appreciation; he didn't let the blasting music keep him from hearing what he said.

"i am." wyne answered with a genuine, albeit a tad uncharacteristic smile, as the other questioned him. "are you that surprised to have someone talking to you here? you are a bit overdressed," he half teased as he gestured down at his own shirtlessness, "but you still stole my attention away so that should count for something."

"honestly? i'm not a hundred percent sure i understand how they work either, the rooms." he shrugged as he leaned his head back a bit, pursing his lips, as he tried to remember. how did they explain it to him when he first arrived? "i was told there were rooms available to get away from all the noise, and the crowd, so you can really get to know someone without having to put on a show but i haven't actually used one yet; first time coming here and all."

"we could figure them out together, if you'd like," the half-ghost's lips settled into a warm smile that, again, betrayed his usually chilliness as a passing stranger bumped into him; pushing him closer to the young man he was speaking with. "or we could just start with some drinks and see what happens."

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If it hadn't of been for his next door roommate in the chateau, then Alistair would not have wound up entering the red death club. It didn't really seem like his scene but he wanted to at least put himself out there. It had been four years since he had arrived in Alexandria and he liked it. He felt...somewhat safe. So, if this was were he was going to stick around, then he may as well try and hang out more in town. The half blind werewolf was about to speak to his next door roommate when he was pulled away by someone into the mass group of people in the dance floor.

Perfect. He didn't know anyone here, at least, he couldn't tell. Being half blind, and the way the strobe lights were blasting, really didn't help him. Deciding he would grab a drink, he pushed himself through the crowd until he was stopped by an object in his path. A person. "Are you talking to me?" He uttered out as he titled his head. Though, he was quick to realize that he never actually had any money with him, so at least if this guy was offering, he would take it. "Sure. A drink would be good." His head titled again. "A room? What do you mean?" This was his first time in this club after all.