ash

Who: Michelle and Ash
When: just after dark
Where: random residential Marquette

The shadows were gone. He hadn't seen a single one all day, and while that should probably have been a relief, the ... abruptness of it had left Ash feeling kind of thrown off. Like some switch had been flipped. And unless he was the one doing the flipping, he was generally uncomfortable with that kind of thing. It left too many questions unanswered. That and the goddamn things didn't leave any bodies, which had been bothering him for days. He was a physical kind of person, he liked solid evidence of things. Blood and guts and something to drop in the middle of the woods where no one would find it. Not just that wispy shadow bullshit.

In any case, it had made him restless. He now was left with nothing to do, and his blood was still up. He'd slept some, showered, made sure the shop hadn't been totally destroyed, and then headed back out. The rain had stopped for the time being, and the sun had gone down, and he wasn't even really sure what part of town he was in anymore. He was just walking, in between houses, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. So many of them seemed empty. In that abrupt way.

Who: Skye and Ash
Where: residential streets
when: atrociously early morning

Who: Ash and open!
When: early afternoon
Where: around Trowbridge Park

The course of Ash's long life had been colored with many conflicts. There was a lot in his past to make him paranoid. A lot that made a glance over his shoulder more than just a casual action. Today? Here in this small piddly-ass town, that paranoia was kicking up, bad. Because there actually was something over his shoulder when he looked. It was just there, just as it had been just there in the mirror for days before. He didn't understand it, or what was going on, but he sure as hell didn't like it.

Who: Jovie and Ash
Where: Lakeshore
When: Early afternoon

The shop had been slow that morning... which didn't surprise Jovie, considering she was still trying to clean it up from the goddamn Acherus attacks. She had managed to sell a few pieces, using the "gang-related incidents" as a sympathetic tool. People felt bad for those suffering, and my, my, wasn't Jovie, a lovely girl, suffering with her beautiful shop damaged and torn apart? But the poor thing needed to make a living, so she was braving the business day and hoping for her luck to turn... People bought that shit right up, along with her jewelry. At lunch, she closed the shop to wander down the street to the lakeshore where people were selling different forms of art. If that's what one could call it. She walked through the maze of booths and people, mentally listening to people get scammed over what was an original and what wasn't, what was one of a kind and what seller had three more replicas hiding under the table. She smirked as she listened to the masses, most of them annoyingly enjoying the day. She checked out the jewelry, wondering if any would catch her eye. In Marquette, you never knew what you might be buying - she could attest to that. At any given moment, those ruby red earrings you just had to have could cause temporary - sometimes permanent - deafness once you put them on. Jovie could attest to that as well, given she'd sold a pair just three hours ago...

Who: Brian and Ash
Where: Babylon
When: Early evening

All it had taken was a quick phone call, a suggestion of place, and a counter-suggestion of time, and Brian was on his way to Babylon. On foot, seeing as Marlowe still had his car, but that was just fine. He had his cane, he had his cat to kick at now and then if he was feeling annoyed with him-- not that he ever hit; Torziel seemed to think it a fun game to dodge the randomly-timed feet aimed at his paws, and was dancing around them with a very entertained expression-- and Babylon would probably obligingly show up right as he was getting to be in too much pain to continue on. It had an annoying habit of doing that. Too bad it didn't show up when he wanted it to show up. Say, immediately.

The fact that Ash knew about and agreed upon doing their drinking at Babylon said interesting things about Ash, honestly, but all Brian figured it meant was he didn't have to be quite so careful about what he said or did. Maybe. The fact that this might well be the last night Babylon would be Olivia-free for a while meant Brian had really kinda wanted to go there, so he was willing to bring up a place the other party might never have heard of. Hell, he was willing to bring the man there, if he had to.

Apparently he didn't have to.

Who: Brian
When: Really fuckin' early (aka before 7AM)

Hey man. It's Brian. I only have your work number, so I'm calling there. I know it's stupid-early-o-clock but I can't sleep, so I figured I'd get in touch! Or at least call and say "hey, you wanna do somethin'?" So yeah. You wanna do somethin'? Maybe tomorrow? I seem to be making a habit of the drinking thing, and it's much more fun with friends. Give me a call back, and forgive the rambling. Way too fucking early.

who: star and ash
where: the beach
when: early afternoon

The Mourning Star was out. She'd left the Martens' residence, and taken Voltaire with her as she'd intended, bringing the corgi puppy out for a walk. Currently, she happened to be walking him along the damp beach, the day cloudy enough that she didn't need an umbrella to hide herself from the sunshine. Instead she was in a long black sun dress, that the wind caught nicely. Her hair was pulled back from her face, letting the inverted cross earrings she wore (and the sand teardrop Doc had given her) stand out more. She occasionally paused to throw a stick up the beach for the dog, who would chase after it, though he often lost the thing, and she just had to pick it back up again herself and throw it to send him off in a flurry of barking and wave chasing.

Ash was out, though his head wanted him to go the fuck home. He'd had a restless nap since his ... guest had left that morning, but didn't feel any better for it. After a while, he just hadn't been able to stay in the apartment any longer. Not with that smell. So he'd locked the doors, settled some sunglasses in place despite the overcast day, and headed out for a meandering sort of walk. He'd ended up at the beach, sitting in the sand with his knees up and watching the water. And smoking. That was, at least, until a four-legged bundle of noise and energy raced up and launched itself into his lap, all tongue and excited butt-wagging. The angel made a noise of distress that kind of melted into a surprised laugh as his face got attacked by licks, trying to fend the puppy off and not burn him at the same time. "Whoa there, son, calm thyself," he chuckled.

Who: Ash and some woman who's name might start with E
When: 7am ish
Where: the apartment above the shop

The sun was coming up, but Ash hadn't slept yet. He sat in the low-slung chair positioned haphazardly a few feet away from the foot of his bed. Not taking his eyes off of the slow-breathing figure tangled in the sheets on it, he took a drink out of the beer bottle between his fingers. It had gotten warm a long time ago. In a fuzzy kind of way, he tried to remember her name, and came up empty handed. E-something, maybe. Emily? Ember? Or maybe he was only thinking E because of Eury. It was possible. He'd spent a good chunk of the night thinking about her. From what he could remember of it.

Who: Eury and Ash
When: mid-day
Where: out and about, then the antique store

It wasn't until Ash was positive that the vampires had moved on that he went to see Eury. He'd called her a couple of times, just to check in, but hadn't gone over there for various reasons. She was potentially distracting, for one. No punches needed to be pulled with those bastards, and he needed his full mind in the right place. Plus, if they got him? Possibly less pain for her. But once he was sure the threat had passed, he wanted to see her. So it was late morning when he dragged his carcass out of bed, checked his bandages, and took the walk down to her shop. He flicked a cigarette away as he arrived and exhaled, trying the door. They'd broken out her windows, motherfuckers.

Eury was up early as well, mostly trying to get an estimate for her windows, and making sure nothing had been taken from her shop. Though really, it seemed to have been overlooked somewhat due to the fact that vampires really couldn't use old tea sets and or brass spoons. When she saw a shadow on the other side of the glass doors, through the small entryway, she at first felt a flash of anxiety--which was quickly replaced when she saw that it was Ash. Dropping her clip board down onto the nearest shelf, she ran over and opened up the door directly to her shop, then flipped the lock on the door to the street. She yanked it open, then grabbed one of his arms to pull him into a tight hug.

Who: Geo, Sammy, Melia, Caleb, Mathias, Ash, and Linn
Where: Out near the beach
When: Night

Mathias was strolling, actually strolling, a slight smile on his face, looking completely relaxed. He was also apparently alone, just him, walking along one of the streets near to the edge of the lake. It was a nice night for a stroll, after all - or, well, it would be if the town wasn't, say, overrun with blood thirsty, marauding vampires. But why let a little fact like that spoil one's evening.

Who: Ash and Liadan
When: afternoon
Where: Wild Cathedral

Ash? Was in a good mood. He had an employee. He'd hung out with Eury a few times ... not as much as he would've liked, but work had her busy, so that was okay. And there were opponents on the way. All the evidence was there, and he had no doubt that they would be arriving any night now. Sure, that was concerning for the average citizen of Marquette, but he certainly wasn't that. His other work had been too quiet lately, and the restless feeling he'd been carrying around would soon have an outlet. But first ... He flicked his cigarette butt away as he approached the door to the tattoo parlor. He'd left Sasha in charge of the shop for now, since it didn't seem to be a busy day at all, and gone to seek out a place to have some touch-up work done. He hadn't been in here yet, it was worth checking out.

Liadán? Was in a bad mood. And had been for... fuck, weeks now. She'd found that kid and he was so fucked up, and then he disappeared on her. And she found out he wouldn't be coming by anytime soon, though maybe someday. She'd done everything sort of casing the schools to try and find him. Fortunately enough, she'd had to go to Detroit for a week, and it had presented her an opportunity to take out a lot of her aggression. She returned to work... well, not exactly chipper and healthy, but as good and professional as she was ever going to be, particularly in this shit town.

Who: Sasha and Ash
When: around 9ish a.m.
Where: Ash's shop

No one would probably ever expect it? But Ash loved Mondays. He loved the weekends more, granted, but Mondays had a good feel to them, for him. A getting-back-to-work feel. He guessed that was what happened when you loved both of your jobs. He felt awesome and energized as he threw the bay door up and open. "Nothing like the smell of dirty oil in the morning," he drawled to himself and chuckled as he lit up a cigarette. Maybe tonight, he'd do some hunting of some kind. Go out and get some shit done. But first, there were engines to fuck around with, brakes to replace, dipsticks to check. He turned away from the street outside and ambled over to the worn and filthy stereo that sat on a shelf littered with tools and parts to turn it on and crank it up. It was gonna be a good day, he could feel it already.

Shasha didn't exactly love Mondays. There certainly wasn't the hatred there that some had to deal with, though. It could perhaps be said that he had a working relationship with them, they left him alone long enough to wander on to Tuesdays and everyone was happy. Still, this Monday he was at least eager to see, as he hadn't been able to do much serious job hunting on Sunday, and money was tight for someone without work or a home. So he found himself heading to the Motor Masters auto shop, dressed in semi-presentable clothing consisting of a new pair of light cargo pants and a button down shirt of flat black. He walked into the front of the store and to the desk, tapping on the tired little bell on the counter.

Who: Ash and Brian
When: Around 3PM
Where: Ash's shop

Ash had both bay doors open, even though only one was occupied, and the music up loud. It was a good day. He'd woken up surprisingly not hungover, and had an awesome breakfast of microwaveable sausage biscuits. Almost the whole damn box. But it was good and heavy and hot in his stomach, and just what he had the hankering for. Since then, he'd been downstairs in the shop, working diligently on the only car that was left in his care. Which unfortunately was starting to look like it needed more work than he'd originally anticipated. Which he hated telling people. They always thought he was looking for shit wrong and just making it up. And then their shit got all fucked up because they didn't take his advice, and they accused him of sabotaging their cars. Which, okay, that had only happened a couple of times, and maybe he was just being cynical, but at least it was in a cheerful sort of way.

He sang along in sort of a mutter, cigarette clasped between his lips. He was balanced on the front fender of the big blue truck, one knee up on part of the engine while he leaned and reached to get deeper into it. They sure as hell didn't make cars for mechanics anymore, motherfuckers.

who: eury & ash/eury & aiden
when: evening
where: all over, including the phone

Who: Brian and Ash
When: mid-eveningish
Where: randomish sports bar

The rains had stopped around dusk. They wouldn't have prevented Ash from going out, but it would be nicer to do it dryly than soaked to the skin. He'd stood for a long time with the bay door to the shop open, just leaning on the back bumper of a car, smoking, and watching the water pour down. He felt a little strange, had since he'd spent time with Eury, and he couldn't quite place why. The discussion had made him oddly introspective, something that was rarely a good thing, any way you sliced it. Not for him, anyway. So the plan tonight was to go out and get plastered. Somewhere that wasn't Babylon. Why was it that he was always more likely to get hit on by dudes in supernatural establishments? It was a strange phenomenon. Anyway.

Ash changed his shirt, pocketed some cash, locked up the shop, and headed down to a normal-looking sports bar that he'd found in his wanderings. He'd been there a few times, their chili cheese fries were good, and they preferred football over soccer, which was always a plus these days. He wandered in a little after dark, heading for an empty place at the bar and ordering a Killian's Red. It was a dark beer night.

Brian was already there, having been unable to make it all the way home in the rain before his courage ran out. He'd gotten the girl from the library home, but that'd been it. He'd been hopping shops, restaurants, and now bars ever since, working his way in the direction of home or work or both in small, generally two-minute increments. This idiotic fear of rain was probably the most inconvenient, annoying thing in the world, and if he'd had the willpower for it, he'd just get over the damn thing-- and yet, he'd been at it all day, every moment of determination pretty much squelched by the time he got to his truck again. Now that the rain had finally stopped, he just plain didn't have any reason to go home. He had work in a couple hours, he'd been munching all day at his various stop-offs so he wasn't hungry yet, and dammit, a beer sounded good. He deserved one.

Who: Eury and Ash
When: late afternoon
Where: Eury's place

Ash was supposed to wait until he closed down the shop before he wandered over to see the girl. Eury. Dread-locked and tattooed and with an eye condition and antiques. He technically did wait for a while, puttering around and wasting time until around four o'clock, when he couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't like he had anything huge to do anyway, it was all just shit work. So he closed the bay doors, locked up, and tromped upstairs to take a shower. After a brief pop-off a the liquor store, he was set with a six pack of something that most everybody liked to drink, and a bottle of burbon. If she didn't approve of either, he could always go back out, after all. Ash found Stone Eye Antiques again with no problem, and stubbed his smoke out on the side of the building with his free hand before he pushed on in through the door.

Eury happened to still be in the shop proper, though she hadn't had any customers in ages. It was that time of the afternoon where everyone was fucked off at work or home. So, she was having a lazy sort of afternoon, rearranging things in the shop on the shelves. When she heard the bell, she looked over, then beamed as she saw who it was. Bouncing(carefully) on over to the glass door, she opened it up, seeing him there in the small entry way that lead to both her shop and the stairwell up to her apartment. "Lookie who we have here!" she said brightly, clearly pleased. "Ooh, do you come bearing gifts?"

Who: Ash and open!
When: night
Where: Babylon

Babylon was a place that Ash had discovered one of his first nights in Marquette. The town proper had it's own share of sports bars and dives, but Babylon ... was a different creature all it's own. He'd only been a couple of times since, but if he was going to go out? Babylon was where he wanted to go. It had been a slow day at the shop, and the prospect of drinking at home was actually depressing for once. So he'd put on some clean jeans, rolled his sleeves up his tattooed forearms, and headed out.

who: eury and ash
where: washington street
when: early morning

Eury had gotten up early to open up the shop for a little while, in hopes that she was going to get some work done, but something plastered to the door of her shop caught her attention first. After she saw the photograph, she gasped, and rushed outside, to see if she could see who had put it there. Unfortunately, they were gone, but she noted immediately that they were everywhere. Oh no... she thought with a sinking feeling, and she started up the street to start tearing them down, after a quick phonecall to the cop shop to tell them what she was seeing. And of course, someone had already reported it, but she knew human instinct was to leave shit to someone else. And so. She made the call, and started heading up Washington Street to tear pictures down, wondering just how far spread they were.

As she tore another one down, she sighed, trying to block the image from her mind though she was sure it was burned in permanently by now. "...what is wrong with people?" she murmured.