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singillatim2024-05-04 03:42 pm
mordue) wrote in singillatim2024-05-04 03:42 pm
🩸 you know, you know, you know it all went wrong — open.
Who: claudia et al.
What: may catchall — continuing tdm stuff and settling in.
When: end of april through may.
Where: throughout milton.
Content Warnings: typical vampire stuff, maybe animal death, lots of discussion of fire and burning bodies, murder plots, terrible relationships with vampire dads, will add more as they come up!
i. milton
Nothing about this place feels right to Claudia, who has still half-convinced herself that it's some sort of almost cosmic punishment. She thinks she stopped believing in that sort of thing when the fire in her house started raging, before she even laid eyes on the angel who became Louis, but maybe in her core there's something still there, a kernel of belief in divine punishment. It's stupid. It's childish of her, and she is no child, no matter how much she might look like one to some. The circumstance means nothing, it makes no difference. She isn't being skinned or pulled apart or fed to demons, so she can survive it, whatever it is.
She comes out only at night, resolute to be alone, a slight and small figure identifiable primarily by her head of thickly curly brown hair. She can be quiet when she wants to be, but not silent; the supernaturally keen ear and eye she has used all her life to hunt are entirely gone, but she still has her instincts. Keep low, keep quiet, be unseen unless absolutely necessary. As soon as she can stomach it, she leaves the Community Hall entirely, taking her precious few belongings with her: her diary and pen, and a winter coat that seems far too glamorous for her surroundings, but at least it's fur-lined and warm.
She's not happy to play the role of a fourteen-year-old if she's approached, but it's safer, at least for now. Better to let someone underestimate her until it's too late. At night, she bundles up for warmth and writes in her diary by moonlight. Sometimes there's nothing new to record, but she writes it anyway, just to get the words out of her head.
ii. lakeside
The singular trip she takes to Lakeside is slow-going and unpleasant. She travels by day with the intent to avoid the sunlight while she's underground, but when she actually gets there, she still has to wait for the sun to set, hunched in the comforting protection of the mine's open mouth and waiting for the colour to leech out of the sky. She's tired and bitter by the time night has actually fallen, and to top it all off, Lakeside doesn't seem to have been worth the visit. She reassures herself by thinking that at least she knows it's here, at least she's seen the place once.
Determined to make the most of it, Claudia explores all she can of Lakeside, peering into the cabins whether they're inhabitable or otherwise, and doing a slow circle of the lake in the process.
iii. wildcard
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What: may catchall — continuing tdm stuff and settling in.
When: end of april through may.
Where: throughout milton.
Content Warnings: typical vampire stuff, maybe animal death, lots of discussion of fire and burning bodies, murder plots, terrible relationships with vampire dads, will add more as they come up!
i. milton
Nothing about this place feels right to Claudia, who has still half-convinced herself that it's some sort of almost cosmic punishment. She thinks she stopped believing in that sort of thing when the fire in her house started raging, before she even laid eyes on the angel who became Louis, but maybe in her core there's something still there, a kernel of belief in divine punishment. It's stupid. It's childish of her, and she is no child, no matter how much she might look like one to some. The circumstance means nothing, it makes no difference. She isn't being skinned or pulled apart or fed to demons, so she can survive it, whatever it is.
She comes out only at night, resolute to be alone, a slight and small figure identifiable primarily by her head of thickly curly brown hair. She can be quiet when she wants to be, but not silent; the supernaturally keen ear and eye she has used all her life to hunt are entirely gone, but she still has her instincts. Keep low, keep quiet, be unseen unless absolutely necessary. As soon as she can stomach it, she leaves the Community Hall entirely, taking her precious few belongings with her: her diary and pen, and a winter coat that seems far too glamorous for her surroundings, but at least it's fur-lined and warm.
She's not happy to play the role of a fourteen-year-old if she's approached, but it's safer, at least for now. Better to let someone underestimate her until it's too late. At night, she bundles up for warmth and writes in her diary by moonlight. Sometimes there's nothing new to record, but she writes it anyway, just to get the words out of her head.
ii. lakeside
The singular trip she takes to Lakeside is slow-going and unpleasant. She travels by day with the intent to avoid the sunlight while she's underground, but when she actually gets there, she still has to wait for the sun to set, hunched in the comforting protection of the mine's open mouth and waiting for the colour to leech out of the sky. She's tired and bitter by the time night has actually fallen, and to top it all off, Lakeside doesn't seem to have been worth the visit. She reassures herself by thinking that at least she knows it's here, at least she's seen the place once.
Determined to make the most of it, Claudia explores all she can of Lakeside, peering into the cabins whether they're inhabitable or otherwise, and doing a slow circle of the lake in the process.
iii. wildcard
[ hit me up if you want something a bit more specific, or we could backdate something with one of the TDM prompts! shoot me an PM here or on
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"They're... just people, Claudia," he says wearily. Louis anticipated that Claudia would be excited. Louis would admittedly be too, if he had the comforting anonymity of a city to hide in. Here, everything is so bare and barren, stark against the snow. It turns the people stark as well, the old dead inhabitants as well as the Interlopers. For Claudia, he guesses that part of the search for other non-humans is to help her understand herself.
If Louis cannot dissuade her, he should arm her.
"Stay away from the big hairy one, Bigby, he's a cop. Claims to be a wolf, but he's yet to prove it. No, you can't eat him," he adds, as if he has any authority to.
"Miss Jessica, from just over in Shreveport of all places, she seems all right. Saw her with a bowl of definitely-not-gumbo. Young--too young..." He avoids Claudia's eyes then.
There's also Kieren and his special diet of brains, but Louis explicitly promised not to out him.
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"Jessica." Claudia doesn't care much about the Bigby person – if he was the only one Louis had provided, maybe she'd be more interested, but Jessica catches her attention more firmly than anything else. Not a man for once, but God fucking help her, it's a low bar. "Is she like us? Where does she stay? You saw her around here? What's she look like?"
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His face pinches in annoyance--then in pain because the burn of the fog still hurts. "You think I walk around askin' everyone where they live? I don't follow people around like you." Or Lestat, he nearly says, and stops himself with a pursing of his lips, which is nearly the same as just saying it.
"It's a small town. Tellin' me you can't smell a fellow Louisianan a mile away? She's blond, pretty, you'll spot her..." Louis grumbles when he should be more sensitive to Claudia's fixation on her fellow creatures of the night as well as endowments she'll never possess, to use Lestat's turn of phrase. Claudia deserves better, a family that isn't dysfunctional and friends to confide in.
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"And we're all keepin' it a secret?" she asks, folding her arms tight across her chest. She understands why. It's a danger for people to know their weaknesses, and blood-drinkers wouldn't be welcome in most civilized areas, never mind this horrible place. But there has to be a way. "All of us?"
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Louis finally can't muster the energy to stand anymore. He finds the nearest seat with a sigh. Despite the apprehension and fear, Louis had the hunger for a fellow creature in his eyes when Bigby revealed himself. But Bigby was a disappointment.
"I wanted to find others like us too, sis. I still do. I don't want Lestat to be the only one you know. There's good ones out there. I just... want us to be safe. It's a small town, difficult to leave, and we both know there ain’t no such thing as justice for people like us."
Black, vampire, you name it, all sorts of reasons for a small town to dislike them.
"You can hide out with me if you want, okay? Less drafty, my place, though it's still full of rats... I get hungry. The first months were hard."