This is a private RP thread for myself and Amber.

Character Info



First Post

Bodies gathered in the streets with signs held high and chanting songs of protest. Chloe stood among them, a small group of just a little over four dozen. A few crews from local news networks had shown up, cameras and microphones in hand to report on the demo. A little over a dozen people had gone missing over the course of two weeks, all from the same area and all supernatural beings. Werewolves, witches, shapeshifters and more. This protest was a call for action from the Governor and his people, who had sat idly by as the missing person's count continued to climb. To anyone on the outside, it seemed like a typical missing person's case. Someone goes missing, a report is filed then an investigation that turns up nothing. There wasn't anything particularly strange about these, until someone connected the missing person's with having past run ins with the Governor and his men. However that was just word of mouth and couldn't be confirmed at this point. It still made supernatural folks suspicious and anxious.

Chloe wouldn't have been here herself if she hadn't have been personally affected. It wasn't until one of her closest friends, Anya Ross, disappeared in the middle of the night that she started to believe. It seemed so unlike Anya to take off without a trace, no texts or phone calls and she had left all of her personal belonging at her apartment. A missing person's report was filed then an investigation began. At first Chloe thought maybe she had run away, maybe the stress of her job and other responsibilities weighed too heavy on her and it was enough to make her leave. But then she received a call in the middle of the night from Anya.

Two days later her phone was shut off, just went straight to voicemail. They couldn't locate her using her phone, there was no signs of forced entry or any sign of a struggle. It didn't make sense. The police encouraged Chloe to give up, telling her that there was nothing to do. Anya must have left on her own accord. But she couldn't, the phone call haunted her every night. The sobbing, the sound of her best friend begging for help. She had to find her or at least find out what happened.

So here she was, at a gathering with other grieving friends, family and loved ones. Searching for answers and desperately aching for closure. When she heard that there was gathering she had to come. Everyone here believed foul play was involved and her gut was telling her the same. Above her head she held a sign with Anya's smiling face on it, below the photo read "WHERE IS ANYA ROSS?". Others also held signs with photos of smiling faces and names.

Rain poured from the skies soaking everyone, Chloe was soaked from her head to her toes. Officers stood on the side, clothed in swat gear, with shields and holstered weapons. Everything seemed to be going well so far. The protesters continued their march towards the Governor's home, once there they stood outside and continued to chant.

Something felt off, Chloe glanced nervously around then caught sudden movement from the corner of her eye. She turned looking towards a commotion. An officer had torn a sign out of a protester's hands that read "THE GOVERNOR KNOWS", the two had begun to struggle until the officer struck the man with her baton. Suddenly all of the officers advanced and a few tossed tear gas into the crow. The protesters began to flee.

Chloe's chest felt tight, her feet pounded against the ground and adrenaline pumped through her body. Two officers chased after her, weapons drawn and shouting. "Get her!", one yelled. "She's that Atwater girl." How did they know? Was it because she had pressed hard to get more information on Anya's disappearance? Once she has some distance between herself and the officers, she stopped and turned towards them. Chloe pressed her fingers against the palm of her hands with her knuckles touching then pressed her thumbs together. "Ventus caeli!" A strong gust of wind erupted from her hands knocking the officers off of their feet.

She continued to run, ducking in and out of alleys then ducked behind a dumpster. After the officers ran by she crept out from behind the dumpster and approached a home. She checked for cars, for lights and heard no noise. When the door opened after trying the handle she silently entered and closed the door behind her. Chloe locked the door then sunk to the floor with her back against it, she was out of breath and her body ached from all of the running. "Fuck..."

She was fucked. The home had seemed empty and a safe bet but maybe she shouldn't have trusted herself to do something so reckless while panicking. Entering the home of a stranger was a serious lapse of judgment. Instantly she felt regret and fear more so than anything else. What was she going to do now? She could try to reason with this stranger or flee, but she now had a weapon and that complicated things. Chloe couldn't blame her for this, after all she was an intruder.

"Take it easy..." Chloe raised her hands, palms facing the other to show that she didn't have a weapon. "I'm unarmed and I'm not going to hurt you." She said softly, she was trying to deescalate the situation. Her throat was dry, her heart pounding and her hands shook a little. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come into your home... I was desperate and looking for a place to hide out until things cooled down."

A cat just saved her, she was thankful for this as odd as that seemed. Chloe squatted down and slowly reached her hand out to the cat, she made a soft noise to attract Cirtus' attention and wiggled her fingers. When the cat ran up and brushed against her hand she tickled behind it's ear. There was no use hiding why she was here from this stranger, she giving Chloe more hospitality than she deserved.

"I was running from the Governor's Officials...", she looked up at the other woman with tired eyes. "There was a gathering not too far from here, a little over four dozen folks got together to call the Governor to action since he hasn't commented or done much regarding the missing people." She moved her fingers to under Citrus' chin. "We walked to the Governor's home.. I guess he didn't like that. Suddenly one of the officers didn't like a sign someone had, they started to argue then she struck him and shit just hit the fan. All the officials started advancing on us, the crowds split up and ran. People were screaming, there was tear gas and I just missed getting pepper sprayed."

"It was total chaos, two officials chased after me for blocks!" Chloe sat down with her legs crossed and patted her lap for Citrus to climb into it. "I overheard them, they knew me... I had a friend go missing recently and had been pressuring them to reopen the case and to keep trying to find her, find anything that could bring her home or at least give me and her family closure." Chloe ran her hand back and forth across the cat's back. "I don't know why they wanted to catch me so bad, I just kept running... I couldn't do it anymore and knew eventually they would get me. I-I used magic, I blew them off their feet then used that as an opportunity to get away. I hid a bit behind a dumpster, they were still looking for me then I started looking for a place to hide out in and your door was... unlocked and that's why I'm here."

It sounded nuts saying all of that out loud to a complete stranger. "I don't even know why they chased me... I was quiet, I wasn't violent.. I know I used magic to get away so I understand that but before that I was calm and it just doesn't make sense."

"Well, you can try to hand me over. I don't know you so I would have to figure out how you fight pretty quick but I like to think that I'm pretty good with magic and could protect myself. It's really up to you if you want to do with me, whatever you decide I'm going to fight and try to survive." Chloe knew how stupid she had been, that's what happened when you made quick decisions under pressure and with little to none thought. "Oh trust me, I know that I'm the biggest idiot in this entire city right now."

She sighed a little then continued. "As for blabbing and telling you everything... I guess I figured that I don't have anything to lose at this point. I'm already in your house as an intruder and you've already caught me, things could get messy at any moment and you seemed willing to hear me out.. So what's the point of leaving you in the dark? I've never been a liar anyways."

Hide out here? Chloe looked up at the other surprised. "Are you really going to let a stranger stay in your house? I mean... you just chewed me out for telling you everything." A small smile spread across her lips. "But in all seriousness, I really appreciate that."

For a moment Chloe considered giving Ally a false name, but at this point she was in too deep and there wasn't a point in feeding her false information. "I'm Chloe.. just call me Chloe."

It was true. Society did not look kindly onto witches, werewolves and other supernatural beings. Chloe knew this all too well. Growing up she was a bit of a social outcast and being gifted with magic did not help this. In school she was taunted for her shyness, and due to her need to hide her abilities she isolated herself further from her peers.

Growing up her only friend was her ill father, who tutored her in magic. She never met her mother and only knew of her from what her father told her. After his passing, Chloe was thrown into a group home then bounced from place to place until she was finally booted out onto the streets at the age of 18. During this she continued to practice magic, using what her father had taught her and devouring all the information in the books he had left behind for her.

It was difficult but she managed to secure a part-time job then a year later, at 19, get accepted into a local college. She studied human relations and literature, finding pleasure in the subjects that her teachers touched on. There she met Anya, a beautiful young woman with a passion for writing and helping others. The two quickly became, spending most of their time inside and outside of school together. Anya was the only friend she had made since her father passed, which was why her sudden disappearance was so devastating. She had to find her.

"I'm allergic to pineapples," she said bringing herself back to reality. For a moment she felt embarrassed that she had been lost in thought as she followed the other, but it seemed that Ally had not noticed. "I think I might be allergic to mushrooms too but I can't remember."

"That sounds delicious," she nodded to the suggestion and smiled softly. "I'll gladly eat that, I haven't had a real homemade meal for a while." It was hard living on her own. She rented what little she could afford as a part-time barista. Chloe was fresh out of college, drowning in debt and struggling to find a full-time job. Aside from that she made a little off of writing for local newspapers and artwork commissions.

Chloe figured her chances of nabbing a big role in a local news station were non-existent now or even hosting her own exhibit. In the morning there would be an arrest warrant issued for her and even possibly a search. She had used magic on an official after all. If they could sentence her to death they would, but instead she would end up in a small room with nothing but a bed, toilet and herself. Deprived of stimulation and her freedom. Maybe death was better.

She could always flee the city, cut her hair, change her clothes and change her name. There was word of a local man that created false paperwork and smuggled out supernatural folks. Maybe she would try that in the morning.

"Do you think I could use your shower? I'm freezing..." She was still soaked from the rain. "Maybe a change of clothes? I don't want to ask for too much but soggy socks suck." She reached down towards Citrus to tickling the cat's ears. "You're a really good little cat." Chloe mused.

Barriers. Chloe looked up towards the other from the fridge with surprise. "You're... you're like me. You're not human." A sense of comfort washed over Chloe, she was safe here. Even if Ally wanted to give her the boot, she couldn't without drawing too much attention to herself. Admittedly, Chloe felt a little guilty for putting her into this situation.

"I'm a little embarrassed... I didn't sense magic and I thought I was good at that." Her ears felt hot and her face went a little red. "You must be powerful, and I have to admit that I'm probably only considered a novice witch to most." While she was self taught and had picked up quite a bit through lessons with her father and what she read herself, there was still a lot that she did not know.

"I don't mind wearing clothes that are a little loose or too long." Chloe took the food out of the fridge, stood up and closed the door. "Yeah, I'll eat first then get washed and dressed... and then probably pass out. I'm really exhausted." She wasn't sure if she could manage to actually sleep tonight but at the very least she would rest. Knowing what Ally was and all made her feel like running away less.

Ally was right, she bit her lower lip as she told her that witches were human. That was an insensitive thing to say and she should have thought before speaking. It seemed natural to say something like that, as awful as that may seem. Chloe was so use to this separation of humanity and being a super natural being. She saw it in the media, she heard the way those that she called friends spoke, they were taught it in school and even hiding herself had a negative affect on how she viewed folks like herself. She always felt unnatural, dirty even evil at times, despite knowing that some of the most terrible people were not super natural.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She said softly, she would be more careful. After all she now knew she didn't have to pretend with Ally. She could let down her guard a little and slowly chisel away at the years of self-hate. Thought that was certainly easier said than done. Chloe nodded along to Ally as she spoke, she agreed that everyone was special in their own way. Even if they weren't super natural, a person had their own talents and skills. And she admired Ally for being self-taught. "That's amazing... don't sell yourself short. I wouldn't even know how to learn that."

"Thank you, I really appreciate all of this." Chloe placed the food onto the counter, she asked Ally where the plates and utensils where then grabbed one from the cabinet and took out a fork. She began loaded the plate with food then placed it into the microwave to heat it up. Once done she took it out, stirred it up then began to eat. In between bites she continued speaking.

"How long have you studied for?"

Chloe nodded as she listened to Ally, she wanted to remember what she said. Then it was her turn to speak.

"I think I was seven... My father use to do little tricks to cheer me up," Chloe took another bite of the food before continuing. "I remember him playing with the wind, blowing leaves, toasting marshmallows, making water dance... It was magical and something that I always looked forward to. We lived in the country and were pretty secluded, it was just us on the property and some animals. Growing up I was taught to keep those things to myself, it was really private and not to be spoken about outside of our home. No one knew he could do those things. I use to ask a lot if I could do that, but he was never sure because my mother was... 'normal'." She did air quotations with both hands.

"It was my ninth birthday, we were celebrating with cake and he brought it out. Instead of blowing the candles out I mimicked what he always did to make wind himself... I-" She laughed a little. "I blew the whole cake right off of the table, it slammed against the curtains and stained them. That's when I knew and from then on he started to tutor me. Just little things here and there. I could light candles, blow wind, play with water... but the lessons eventually stopped."

Her eyes looked a little glossy remembering her father. "He fell ill and wasn't able to be as active so my lessons then became limited. He would tell me things at home when it was just us at home, but eventually he spent more time at appointments, and doctors came and went from our home. I didn't have anyone to show me the movements anymore so I tried practicing on my own but it was difficult. When he passed he left me a book, it was full of knowledge and I've been reading it since. I've learned some things from it but... some of it is in old Latin, really old Latin, and some of it is even in a language I can't recognize so getting through it after a certain point became impossible."

Chloe was finished eating at this point, she brought her dish to the sink to rinse and wash it. When done she placed it inside of the dish rack. "I'm going to hop into the shower and change."

After some time Chloe came out to the guest bedroom, she dried off and dressed. Ally was right, the clothes were a little loose but it made them more comfortable. She slipped on a pair of slippers, tied up her hair then approached her bag. From it she took out her father's book then pulled the cover back. She wondered if Ally could make sense of it.

Chloe approached Ally with the book in hand, she nodded a little then spoke. "There is one on the cover" she said then faced the cover towards Ally. "Most of it is in English, then some Latin and like I said some of it is in a language that I've never seen. My father scribbled notes by some parts, but I don't know if they were guesses or if he was certain that's what was written." It was a very old book, the spine was barely holding the contents together and the cover was made of black leather. On the front was a silver Triskele, the book was thick and heavy due to being over 600 pages long.

"He left a letter for me, all it said was that this book was fragile and important. That I should only share it if I truly trust someone and..." She trailed off a little then looked at the cover herself. "He didn't want it to end up in the wrong hands, he told me to keep it on me at all times and to protect it."