It all began as a soft light, then an aching head, followed by a slow realization that there was a familiar bed underneath them. The window near their bed was open and a gentle breeze kept the curtains wafting. Their belongings were organized neatly and all in their places - exactly as they last remembered them ( Read more... )

September 5th had arrived. Sitting down in the basement of the Ashwood Heights apartment complex made Ava anxious. Emily had assisted her in setting up all of the chairs they could find - including scooting around the couches so they would all face one wall. The very wall that she leaned against and counted down the time until seven o'clock came ( Read more... )

It all happened very quietly and stretched out over nearly a week. Tiny skittering sounds when Nika was in another room - and there was always nothing there when she went back to the room to check. For all she could tell, she was just hearing things ( Read more... )

As Tito closed the door to head off to work, an unseen entity slipped through the gap and made the most of the time alone in the apartment. It skimmed over the neat apartment like a small whiff of air, disturbing the sprinkling of dog hair and slipping into the kitchen cupboard, sneaking back out again and circling the kitchen table and chair legs ( Read more... )

[Set the day after things have settled down after Morgan was caught outside during Curfew.]Apart from some rogue flour sprinkled on the kitchen counter and table, the apartment felt clean and homey. Emily had made good use of the space and settled in much better - and faster - than most of the other residents of Ashwood Heights. The bed was made ( Read more... )

With autumn beginning to set in, Tito was finding it a little more difficult to finish his mail route before sundown. Not to mention that it was beginning to get chilly (at least to somebody raised in mild California climates). He had spent the better part of the afternoon jogging from mailbox to mailbox rather than walking, fighting the sinking ( Read more... )

[Set a few days after Randolph moved in.]Barely a few hours into town, and already Randolph was more drained and tired than the past week on the road altogether. Having a whole building of voices in his head was completely disorientating after days of barely talking, himself. Altogether, they were deafening on their own... But that one girl, that ( Read more... )

Saturdays were a new phenomenon for Gray. Well, not as a concept or a word or such - but more as a day off to do with as one pleased. Having spent so many years (that should probably be 'decades') working in the police it became clear quickly that schedules mattered not a jot, and that people were just as likely to be imperilled or killed on ( Read more... )

[[immediately following i ain't afraid of no ghost]] After the first hazy, terrified second of flight, Morgan took back control of her brain and told herself not to run blindly. To run straight back the way she came, straight back to Ashwood, and not allow herself to be detoured. There was no telling what the hell was down the alleyways that ( Read more... )

[Set pre-costume party.]Prowling around in the night was more than normal for Ava - it was downright instinctive and natural. The daylight didn't burn her eyes or make her weary, but it certainly dragged on and there was little for her to do. In the evenings here, after Curfew especially, there were plenty of activities for a restless Hellhound ( Read more... )