to the edge of the earth ;; { night / open }

[slayery]

WHO: apocalyptics & open!
WHAT: Patrolling around Promenade.
WHERE: Various locations around the city.
WHEN: Night, November 6th.
WARNING(S): There's potential for violence, though not much.

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sitting on the sand close to the ocean~

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[ Elena was brilliant at being stupid, and she felt that she should do exactly what she was brilliant at - being stupid. She knows Damon wouldn't approve of her being out of her room at night, what with all the things that have happened ever since she arrived. But staying in her room all hours of the day, being frightened of anything and everything, wasn't the way to go about learning about this place. She wanted a way out for the both of them. She knew she couldn't find that answer in her room.

But she came across the ocean and found herself hypnotised. It had been a while since she'd been out at the beach. It reminded her of her parents, of a time where everything was quite simple and the shadows remained as shadows rather than a permanent terror characterised by mythical creatures.

So Elena is sitting on the sand, knees pulled up to her chest, watching the ocean. ]

[slayery]

[ Buffy's heard things about sea monsters before, so the oceanfront is part of her normal patrol route. It just so happens that the beach itself is extremely relaxing, so passing by doesn't exactly hurt.

She's not expecting to see anybody else out and about though, which... is why when she sees the girl, she's a little concerned. But she approaches in a friendly manner anyway, giving a little warning via teneka before she comes up and plops down. ]

A fellow insomniac! Kinda refreshing.

Coming out of a random patch of woods!

[gumshoewizard]

[Hiding the vortex gate to Demonreach in the woods, far from the coast and the island barely visible from the shore, was probably one of his smarter moves. But in putting it pretty far from the other vortexes, he sort of subjected himself to long walks to get to the nearest ticket to his apartment. But it was okay, this madhouse was finally beginning to remember that fall came after summer and the weather was cooling, which meant that wearing a long, leather trenchcoat made him look less moronic than a few weeks ago.

But he was still an NBA-sized man strolling along the streets in the dead of night, hunched over a bit into his coat and moving along at a speedy stroll. Wearing a leather duster. With his hands in his pockets.

This probably wont end well for him.]

Somewhere on the beach

[firststeptodawn]

[Being awake at night is nothing new to Riku - most of times he just lies awake until he finally drifts away - living together with his two best friends kind of helps, the scent of their light, familiar and comforting, especially when his thoughts start wander along darker roads.

Even so he leaves the house every once in a while - not too often; he doesn't want to worry Sora and Kairi after all - and sits down on the beach, under the stars, closes his eyes and listens to nothing but the sound of the waves, and with Sora and Kairi so close that he can sense their light even here, it almost feels like he's back home.]

just walking along.

[abetenoire]

[ Sebastian had put his Master down for bed several hours ago and there was only so much nonsensical lounging about he could take. He had no need for sleep and the charade itself was becoming tiresome. So he's out strolling along one of the deserted cobbled paths, fingers threading through his hair as he sighs. He's not sure how much of this place he can take...

He's bored, he's hungry, and something's got to give. ]