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Windward Cove
modern supernatural rp
The rain...it was fitting. As the procession of people moved in solemn rows of black umbrellas over black suits and dresses, wet heels trying to evade puddles that were deep enough to consume the shallow souls of those left behind. Windward Cove was a town of skeleton crews and wreckage left behind from an unseen war no one could explain. Some claimed it was the plague that decimated their population, leaving behind only a third of the humans and less than that of the supernaturals.

Others knew it for what it was. A witch's curse, sent to punish a town who’d turned their back on her family. Bitter, Clementine Fallston returned to end the sickness infecting towns all over the world. Supernaturals. The witch used her powers for ‘good’ and had utilized a deadly amount of witchcraft in a curse so abhorrent it had purged the entire town of any supernatural presence.

Two witch covens, one pack of wolves, two vampire houses...and every lone creature who walked the wave ridden oceanside to the thick vegetation of forestry on the west...had fallen victim. Like a forest burned to the ground, the town of Windward Cove had been taken to its knees. Seemingly, abandoned and empty of a good amount of its population, the town turned sleepy. Nothing significant happened, everyone seemed to go about life in a form of shell shock that had no clear ending insight.

Leave town? Some did, others were too poor, to attached, or just to damn stubborn to give up on the dying town.

Perhaps it was those stubborn souls that drew in the interest, shining bright beacons of hope in a pool of inky despair. The Courts of the Fae nations looked upon Windward Cove with pity or curiosity, depending on who you asked. No place was as ripe for change as this place here. With a thriving sea on the east side and a lush forest on the west, the Fae saw potential where the rest of the world saw darkness.

It was three years since the devastating plague/curse had taken its toll, but something in the air changed. Life began to grow, a small smile here, a soft hum of music, a picture drawn and hung just right...and from little seeds of Fae inspiration grew a thriving town, filled with a variety of clubs, dance studios, music halls! Parks filled with poets and productions. Business’ began to thrive and attract attention. People lived again and the dark gloom of death began to rise from over their heads. It was not easy though, there were bouts of relapses into fear. Remnants of the witches spell activated here and there in places she had hidden pockets before dying. The Fae had trouble finding them and had no way of knowing how many existed, and so they did their best to continue to inspire those in the town. Although, some inspiration from the Fae was not all it was cracked up to be, some pushed to far eliciting manic personalities driven to succeed or crumbling under defeat and falling to the use of drugs. Some Fae inspired just to feed off of a human later. As in all things, the Fae were not all good or all bad.

As the town grew, so did interest from other supernatural creatures, drawn in by the Fae magic. Everyone knew if the Fae were involved or interested in a space, that place would flourish for the supernatural races.

So this is where we find our story...in the beginning of a new era, the possibilities endless, despite the towns recent history and threat of hidden spells popping up to claim a life here and there...even the supernaturals could not resist the promise held on the shores of Windward Cove.

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 I'm Late, Late, For a Very...., Kera/Auden
Kee
She/Her
Central
3/3/3
Standing in the middle of the room, Kera pushed the two sides of the sheet together. Ensuring the seams were lined up, the blonde finished folding the sheets and set them on the end of her already made bed. It was a morning ritual and she had rounds in less than an hour. Stepping towards the closet in the guest room she had taken for her own, Kera pulled out the dark blue blazer. Folding it neatly over her arm, she left the room, the door closing silently behind her. Kera did not believe in ghosts, or the silly things of the night some of her patients insisted were there, but sometimes...she swore she heard the laughter in the hall. A memory of when Auden’s family had roamed through the halls here, boisterous and loud...laughing. Sometimes screaming, someone stole someone's sock or broke someone's doll. The memories were so real to her she had to bite back the urge to cry. They had been, in someway, her family as well. When her mother had gone too far and needed quiet and peace, Kera had hidden in these rooms, tucked safely with her best friend. Pressing her hand to the door, Kera forced herself to leave, the hall, the memories and join the real world once more. Back to the real world, back to logical things, schedules, what made sense. The drive to work was done in exactly 15 minutes. Her gray heels carried her through two hours of rounds and by time noon came around, Kera had finished three extra patients. It was as if she were attuned to the soft tick tock of her wrist watch. It may as well have chimed for the manner in which Kera stood from her desk, straightening her piles of papers. Shedding her white coat that covered the gray suit, Kera grabbed the bagged lunch Auden had forgotten from her desk, as well as her own and headed down to the ER. She may deal with the less sane, but it held no candle to the mayhem one could walk in on in the emergency room. It was always a flurry of activity, the tinge of metallic blood, or bleach depending on when she came in. Life came here first, whatever was going on in Windward Cove, she knew first hand what happened, here. Well, if it was a medical emergency at least. The ding of the elevator went off and the swoosh of the doors opened and Kera strode into the melee as if she knew the dance steps. Hands up, lunches over head, turn to the right, shift to the left, duck down, door on the right. Inside, she shut the door behind her and sighed, blowing upwards to push a strand of blonde out of her face. “Damn..” she whispered under her breath as she moved to the table. It was the doctors lounge and where she met Auden everyday at 12:30….yes, she was expected at noon, but Auden almost never got there until 12:30. It gave her time though, to set out the lunches. Neurotic, but necessary. Two ham sandwiches, two small salads, a bottled water and...b12 vitamins. How Auden put up with her, Kera would never know. Settled, she grabbed her book and sat down in her chair, one long leg crossed over the other as she leaned back and opened up the book. Kera had a good fifteen minutes before her friend even remembered to eat.
Age
31
status Single
sexuality
Bisexual
occupation
Psychologist
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Shy
trait
Empathetic
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 9 2018, 06:57 PM
Pyrrhic
She/her
Pacific
3/3/3
i
This was the second double shift she'd taken in the last three days, and while she'd say she had no issue with it, her body wasn't exactly agreeing with her. Currently, she was preforming compressions on a male that had been brought in after a boating accident. They had just gotten him stable before the heart monitor had alerted them to a current cardiac arrest that he was suffering. Her arms were tired, the muscles there aching as she pushed against the man's chest, trying to literally beat his heart back into working order. It took another minute before he was back, and Auden slipped from her spot half-perched on the bed. "Prep him for surgery, he needs to go in now."

The woman pulled off the pair of gloves she was wearing, tossing them into the nearest biohazard trash can before calling over her shoulder. "I'll let Doctor Monroe know you guys are heading there in ten." And a moment later she was doing just that, phone cradled between her ear and shoulder as she reached for a chart that was being shoved into her arms. "Yes, I know that you've got a Cholecystectomy, but he's already tried to die twice down here and if he doesn't get into surgery the third times going to be the charm." She pulled a pen from out of the pocket of her white lab-coat, scribbling down a correction to the dosage on a patient before signing it off and handing it back.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before a small, nearly imperceptible smirk crossed her lips. "Ten minutes, thanks." The woman hung up the phone, heaving out a sigh as she reached for yet another chart. "Mary, what's the status on twelve? Did Brown finish setting that cast?" An affirmative answer was met with a brief nod before she was moving away from the nurse' station, heading towards one of the closed off spaces in the already extremely busy ER. Pushing back the sheet, she regarded the young boy who sat on the bed, knees drawn upwards. "Where's your mom?" The woman questioned, brow perking as she pulled the curtain back to it's closed position. He was pale, face devoid of color, and sweaty.

She went to go get some water The boy said, and Auden didn't bother to wait for the woman to come back before she was pulling on a pair of clean gloves. "Okay, pull up your shirt for me, let's see what's going on yeah?" Her tone was light, but the smile was missing from her face. The boy did as she asked, wincing as she palpated his abdomen. Her lips tugged down into a frown. It was about that time that the mother returned, worry splashed across her face. Auden stepped back, enough so she could pull the mother to the side enough to be out of the boy's view. "I think it's his appendix. We'll do an MRI to be sure, but if it is he'll need to go into surgery right away. Doctor Brown'll be over to take him there." Her words were clipped and short, business and to the point.

The woman started to ask questions and Auden laid a hand on her shoulder. A move that, to most, would mean comfort. Auden just wanted her to shut up. "He can answer any questions, just give him a minute to get here." Deciding she wasn't going to linger there, the woman left the little partitioned off exam room in favor of moving back to the nursing station, chart in hand. "MRI for six, Brown can handle it. Possible appendectomy, so call one of the surgery nurses and see if they've got a spot for him." The nurse nodded her head, writing down several notes before Auden was done speaking, her hands reaching for yet another chart before a sharp look from Mary had a brow perking.

She pointed to the clock on the wall, which glared 1245 at her, and the woman sighed. Fuck, she was late again. "Thanks Mary." The woman said, begrudgingly, before she was abandoning the chart in favor of heading to the break room. It took a few moments, dodging patients and doctors alike, before she was finally slipping into the break room where Kera sat with a book. "Fuck, sorry, the time got away from me." She shrugged off her white coat, tossing it over onto one of the couches and settling down into the chair. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to get something hot once in awhile." Auden intoned, finally able to lean back into the chair, stretching her arms over her head.

"How is your day going?"
These are what they call
hard feelings
@Kera Moore // Hullo yes, here we go
MONTY
Age
32
status Single
sexuality
Bi-sexual
occupation
ER Doctor
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Dauntless
trait
Impulsive
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 9 2018, 08:27 PM
Kee
She/Her
Central
3/3/3
Kera was an avid reader. Enjoying a mixture of fiction and non-fiction, she was currently engrossed in a rousing diatribe about the sense in sensibilities. How she wished she could lose herself to time, even when reading she felt it ticking by, reminding her that Auden should be here. Reaching over to the waiting salad, she picked out a tomato and fed it to herself as she worried her gray gaze over the words, devouring them in an attempt to not look at the clock. Auden was almost always late. Kera had begun to lie and tell her they had to be someplace an hour before they actually had to be there in order to be on time. They were still late. It drove the blonde batty, but she tended to keep it to herself, giving excuses for Auden. Auden had all the excuses for everything. As the door flung open wide, she nearly jumped out of her seat. Less distracted by the books, more by the sudden intrusion of her thoughts by the one person she had been thinking about. The rest of the tomato was tossed into her mouth as she grabbed the book and closed it, pressing the outside flap into the page she left off at. The coat went flying and into the chair across her sat Auden, apologizing for being late. “I really do not think you mean that..” she uttered with a halfway smile. Much to automatic, it was more habit than actual contriteness. Otherwise she’d stop being late. Auden’s job was different than hers. Kera dealt with time tables and appointments because order was so important for those in her field. Auden dealt with surprises and sudden shifts in schedules that required some grace from Kera. “I mean…” she started slowly, opening her bottle of water as she scooted up to their packed lunch. “...I could but it would be cold by time you sat down to it anyway, so what is the point?” Kera offered with a brief smile, her voice quiet and calm. She tended to maintain a calm environment around her if she could, soft voice, calm colors, because she figured Auden could use some calm in her life. Lifting her sandwich in her hands, she eyed her friend across from her. She believed Auden’s day was always more exciting than hers, but she could answer her question quickly and get to Auden’s stories of broken bodies and torn hearts that she fixed with her bare hands. “I just had some appointments and rounds. The suicide you sent up last night is on a 48 hour watch. You are sure she came in alone? Seems odd, considering she was still trying to kill herself. Why check in?” Maybe a cry for help, but she seemed more angry than sad and needing a kind word. “How is your day going? Did you get any sleep?”
Age
31
status Single
sexuality
Bisexual
occupation
Psychologist
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Shy
trait
Empathetic
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 10 2018, 08:18 AM
Pyrrhic
She/her
Pacific
3/3/3
i
There was a moment, just a brief moment, in time where Auden paused and stared at Kera. A blank look that seemed unreadable, before she was settling down into her chair and grabbing the second sandwich that Kera had made her. She supposed it was habit, mostly, that kept her from going to the hospitals cafeteria and getting her own lunch. Why pay for lunch, when Kera kept bringing it to her? "You're right, I don't." It was an easy admission, given because Kera obviously didn't care whether or not Auden really was sorry. So she'd give her the simple truth of it. She didn't care, not about being late, because she had things to do. Yet, she'd always apologized to Kera regardless, even if she'd never apologize to anyone else for something like that.

Maybe because she liked the other woman. But she'd note that in the back of her mind, Kera's little comment. The woman chewed thoughtfully while Kera explained that any hot food she'd bring would likely just be cold by the time that Auden got a chance to sit down. It was a fair observation, the woman would admit. Not a fault of her own, because the ER never really adhered to the rules of when lunch time was. Hell, she'd only came to lunch because one of the nurses was kind enough to remind her. A favor she'd no doubt not return, given her tendency to over-look the people that worked for her. She gave shit to those that gave her issues, but other than that she left the nurses alone except for perhaps a comment or two on occasion. None said anything, given the fact that she was damn good at her job.

"There's a microwave in here." She replied finally, her eyes tilting towards the microwave that sat at the back of lounge. It wouldn't matter, because Auden would eat what Kera brought. And if the day came where she didn't want to, she'd go down to the cafeteria and get her own food. That day had yet to come, as it were. 'Don't worry about it, I'm pretty sure if you didn't bring food my diet would consist of coke and lays." Or nothing at all. She'd run on bitterness and disgust for the rest of her life by sheer force of will if she didn't have Kera with her.

The dark-haired woman's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Kera talked about the suicide that had come in last night. Something hadn't been quite right with the woman, with the whole situation. "Has she said anything?" Auden would've liked to question her herself, but the last thing anyone in the hospital would do was let Auden near any of the psych patients. For everyone's safety, and sanity. "No one was with her, the nurse said she wouldn't have even found her had she not taken a smoke break." Another curiosity, another mystery, one Auden wanted to solve. Not as much as the one that still lingered over her head like a dark cloud, weighing heavier with each passing day. Each moment she wasn't sure of the truth, each moment that her entire family sat in their graves, without the answers they deserved.

"No, the ER's been busy today. I tried to nod off for a few about three hours ago, but we had a guy come in with a shattered pelvis. Said he fell from a roof, but, who knows." When Auden meant shattered, she meant shattered. She wasn't so sure a fall from a roof could do that. "Sent him to surgery, guess he's still in there." Along with her twice dead patient, she hoped. The woman would have to check up on that, make sure that he'd gotten in when she'd sent him to surgery. "They want me done at two today." What they wanted, and often times what they got, were two different things. Still, a certain tiredness hung over her, and sleep wasn't sounding like a bad thing at this point.
These are what they call
hard feelings
@Kera Moore // Hullo yes, here we go
MONTY
Age
32
status Single
sexuality
Bi-sexual
occupation
ER Doctor
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Dauntless
trait
Impulsive
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 10 2018, 08:23 PM
Kee
She/Her
Central
3/3/3
As a young kid, the females blunt honesty had been fine, normal even. As you grew up though, you learned these social idiosyncrasies that slowly molded your words and the way you interacted with the world. It hadn’t really worked on Auden, not in the way one would expect. She had adopted some of the mannerisms of the adults around her, but she couldn’t fake it, not well enough to be believed at least. Kera did not judge her, she just knew her friend, well. As Auden paused, Kera lifted her chin, almost defiantly as she met her friends gaze. It lasted only a second before she was moving and agreeing with Kera, no she hadn’t meant it. Kera preferred her blunt honesty over the placations, besides Kera apologized enough for the both of them, you’d think she had grown up in Canada she said it so often and meant it more than she said. The comments were not meant as judgements, just observations and she never faulted Auden really, she always had a good reason. She faulted herself for the expectation and her own keyed up issue over time. Her kohl lined lashes flicked aside towards the microwave and back to Auden. Twisting her lips in a half smile as she countered. “By time it was heated up and then cooled enough for you to eat, you’d be leaving.” Which was also true, Auden came, ate, and ran back into the fray. It was true, she would have had coke and some gross chips if Kera didn’t stop through. Sometimes she mothered her too much, ask Kera if she cared? Nope, someone had to take care of her friend, Auden certainly couldn’t. Her focus was always on the mystery, her own demon to discover and Kera could only help in so many ways. Lifting her fork, she stabbed it into the waiting plate. “I know.” she whispered the words, a hint of sadness coloring her words. The agreement that her friend would eat crap without her didn’t make her feel useful, it just made her wish it wasn’t true. Leaving that alone, she was glad for the shift in the conversation. Chewing the bite of salad, her gray eyes regarded Auden across from her. The additional bits of information were making her stomach sink. It was how the others started, she had a whole list of names that had declared they had been attacked and sucked on in order to cover over the attempt on their life. The nagging unease always accompanied the cases. “Just the same thing they always say...she hadn’t been trying to kill herself, that she couldn’t remember how she got here. We are keeping her until her white blood cell count is high enough and releasing her to her parents. She will have a follow up next week and hopefully her memory will have returned.” Though Kera doubted it. These cases were too common here and sometimes she got the fire of curiosity of it when Auden started to share her own revelations. What if...what if….but her mind just never could finish the question. No sleep. Kera managed not to make a comment on it. “Oh two?” She lifted a brow. “I am done around then. Do you wanna go for a swim and dinner?” Kera did not, but if she offered Auden some other plans maybe she’d actually leave the building. “I mean, you are going to start to smell soon sweets.”
Age
31
status Single
sexuality
Bisexual
occupation
Psychologist
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Shy
trait
Empathetic
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 10 2018, 09:12 PM
Pyrrhic
She/her
Pacific
3/3/3
i
While Auden couldn't completely argue with the other woman, she also knew that it was her own violations that left her only a small amount of time for food. Some days the ER wasn't as busy, and those days she was able to actually sit down and eat. Those days weren't always that frequent though, an unfortunate side effect of working in an industry that demanded 24 hour seven day a week attention. The pace had been a blessing in disguise for Auden, it had left little time for her mind to wander to her family. The pain she'd felt when she'd first learned that they all had died was one that she hadn't been able to struggle through herself, and if it hadn't been for-

No, that wasn't a path she wanted to think of right now. Not when she had a few moments to talk to Kera. Instead she turned her mind towards the mystery girl who had come to the ER the previous night, intent on killing herself. Her lips pressed together as she listened to Kera inform her the girl couldn't remember what had happened. Why she wanted to kill herself, only that she did. There had been several cases like that lately, and Auden was sure that there was something going on in the town that she didn't know about. Something that connected everything. Connected the suicidal cases who came in, without their memories, and the sickness that had spread through the town.

Paranoia, some would call it, but Auden believed it to be intuition. The symptoms of the plague had started to return, in small bits and pieces and she was desperate to find some sort of answers so that she could stop whatever this was. The last thing she needed was a full blown outbreak of a disease that they didn't know the cure for. Or even how to treat it. No knowledge of it at all. Sometimes she was in disbelief over it. How could they, in this day and age, not know the answers? How was it that a plague, a word used more for medieval times when doctors had no knowledge of how medicine worked, was being applied here.

Too many questions and not enough answers. The woman resolved herself to finding them, and again she would start with the Blackwells. They were hiding something, she could feel it in every fiber of her being. "Can I take a look at some of those case files? The last, two months or so?" It was a bit of a dicey situation, asking to review case files. Sometimes it was okay, but others, well it wasn't. Sometimes, Kera tended to indulge her investigative nature. And other times Kera tried to keep her out of trouble. Auden didn't care about that though, she needed the truth, and if those case files had any sort of link that connected them together, Auden would find it.

"Only if you let me cook tonight." Auden didn't cook often, she wasn't much for that homey bullshit, but when she did cook she attacked it like she would anything in her life. With a severe degree of determination and a hell of a lot of talent for learning. The last time she'd cooked, she'd made what she considered a perfect lasagna, and tonight she was interested in making beef wellingtons, with perhaps a side of risotto. "I could go for a swim top. Let's not go to the gym though, Gary said I could use his pool whenever." Because Gary wanted to watch her parade around in her bikini, but Gary was away for a medical conference and had left Auden a key so she could use the pool in his backyard.
These are what they call
hard feelings
@Kera Moore // Hullo yes, here we go
MONTY
Age
32
status Single
sexuality
Bi-sexual
occupation
ER Doctor
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Dauntless
trait
Impulsive
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 12 2018, 05:45 PM
Kee
She/Her
Central
3/3/3
Kera didn’t really argue with Auden so much as speak the truth and Auden could accept it or not. She wouldn’t push either way, which is perhaps why they got along. Just, Auden’s idea of giving the truth sometimes was ...rougher than Kera’s kinder mannerisms. No judgement, her friend had gone through a harsh loss. It wasn’t only her loss though and sometimes she felt pushed out when Auden refused to talk about them. During the first few weeks, she had mourned alone. Auden had been locked up in herself and Kera suffered alone. How could she go to Auden to cry when Auden refused to do so herself. They walked the halls of that house now, blanketed in memories and never really talking about the silences. Kera had let it go though, knowing her friend grieved in her way, in her work, in her obsession with the odd cases. Everyday was an odd case for her. Her patients all had problems, sadness, depression, hallucinations, these were just everyday things to her and so when Auden latched onto something, Kera tended to try and steer her outwards to other things, other reasons...because there wasn’t some conspiracy theory. It had been a very hard to nail down sickness and every family had suffered losses. Twisting her lips to the side, she stabbed again into her salad. Case files. Kera was careful with them. Mostly because she didn’t need HIPAA in her face. Patient Doctor confidentiality was a serious thing. “You know I can show you the ones you referred to me, because you are the referring surgeon, but I can’t give you all of them.” Kera offered in compromise. She only ever brought up the ones they could collaborate on, otherwise she’d be in breach and best friend or not, they both loved their work and respected their oaths. “I can send them down next week.” She offered, smiling as she popped in another tomato. A whole week away, hopefully Auden would get distracted and forget all about them. The idea of Auden cooking instead of the going out was sublime and she gave a quick nod. “I am still dressing up, because I am afraid I will get fat before I ever wear that dress I bought last month.” An impulse buy, especially considering Auden was not a party girl. A swim! No beach, a pool. Gary! She had hoped Gary would catch Auden’s eye. Help her get into the dating scene again. Markus had really sent her for a loop and whatever had transpired, Kera silently blamed him. Her distaste for him was never verbally given, but she got her digs in when she could. He was such a dark presence and he had all the tell tale signs of a demon narcissist, she should know, she had totally used him for a case study last year. Not that either of them knew. “That sounds good to me. Meet me in at home when you are off? I need to stop at the grocery store on the way home but I should be there by three.” Kera offered, flicking her gaze to the clock. She had to get back to work. “Love you...ciao.” she scooped up her bits of lunch and stood, moving towards the trash can with them with a glance over her shoulder. “Three o’clock PM...this afternoon.” Emphasis given. She’d been stood up by Auden Bardot before..it was not fun.
Age
31
status Single
sexuality
Bisexual
occupation
Psychologist
pronouns
She/Her
trait
Shy
trait
Empathetic
Human
Quote Permalink Jul 12 2018, 08:44 PM
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