[SweetCicero]A Dash of Fright & A Dash of Art[Kassumi6]

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

A Dash of Fright & A Dash of Art

xxNathaniel Brooks is an elk who lives in a nice apartment complex just outside the city where there’s a beautiful forest, a lake, and just a lovely view of Mother Nature’s amazing work. He’s the bodyguard to a guy named Tristan Moore. Tristan is a singer-dancer in an all boy band. Each member needs their own body guard since they aren’t constantly together and the fans can get a bit out of hand. Although he has money, his house is a decent size with four rooms, three bathrooms (not including the master), and enough space for him plus friends when they come over. Atticus Grove is an odd type of vampire living in a studio apartment in the city where he is free to express himself! Renold Radix is a…uh…yeah. Unknown to Nathanial, Renold has been living in the elk’s home for some time in the dark and shadows, but Nathaniel knows something is odd and the house is starting to creep him out. When enough is enough, he asks Tristan if he could stay at his home until he gets things sorted out (and yes, he is that vague about it). Atticus’ apartment complex ends up having some pest problems, which haven’t reached his floor of the building, but everyone has been removed for safety reasons. He turns to his good friend Tristan for a place to stay. Tristan accepts them both into his home along with the unexpected guest, Renold. Who knows what will happen when you put four men with very different personalities into one house, but we’re sure to find out!

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Feel free to read along.

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Tristan's Home

The House + Front

First Floor

❧ Entrance
❧ Living Room
❧ Kitchen
❧ Dining Room
❧ Bathroom

Second Floor

❧ Home Office
❧ Balcony (in picture)
❧ Guest Room [Atticus]
❧ Bathroom
❧ Guest Room [Nathaniel]
❧ Master Bed (ceiling) & Bath
❧ Bathroom
❧ Guest Room [Renold]

Basement

❧ Main Room (with pool table)
❧ Film Room
❧ Laundry Room
❧ Library (oh yes, it's still here! Just nicer with a piano...) and locked walk-in closet.

Attic

❧ Home Dance Studio

Backyard

❧ Tall wood fence with back gate
❧ Patio
❧ Yard (quite big with lush green grass)
❧ Garden
❧ There are a few hammocks here and there between the trees and a shed full of outdoors equipment and "toys" (baseball mitts, bats, and balls, and other outdoor activity things).

Forest

❧ There are paths for walking and a paved path further away for running and cycling.

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xx"Too much s**t." The brunette mumbled under his breath as he walked out of a room with three boxes stacked on top of each other in his arms. He was moving some things out of the two rooms that his friends would be staying it. Well, one friend and a sour puss or elk. He walked down the hallway and up the steps into the open attic. It wasn't musty or coated in dust like many people would assume. Instead it had been turned into a little dance studio for Tristan and his group to practice in. There were mirrors that lined one wall, the floor was polished wood, and some simple equipment was set off to the side now with some boxes joining them. With or without the boxes the space was big enough. The house itself was a square/rectangular shape and so was the attic. Tristan set the boxes carefully on the floor and walked back to the stairs. He turned the light off in that room once he was back in the second floor hallway. He closed the door behind him and walked down to the first floor. He had changed the sheets and comforters on the bed, cleaned and vacuumed the rooms, and had had the windows open since yesterday to make sure the rooms wouldn't be stuffy. He was a little tired by now and it wasn't even noon, only nine thirty-eight in the morning. He plopped down onto the couch, sinking into it. He sighed and smiled like it was the most comfortable thing in the world. Maybe he'd take a little nap. No! Tristan's eyes snapped open and he sat up straight; he couldn't fall asleep now. He fell asleep now he wouldn't wake up until maybe four, five, or six!

xxAtticus pushed down on his clothes as he tried to squish them all into the large suitcase that just wasn't large enough for everything in his closet. He shut the lid then sat on the suitcase as he zipped the thing s**t. It was a struggle, but he eventually got it closed. He pulled the heavy black case off his bed to the front door. He walked over to the few open boxes and began to put things in them. Art supplies, notebooks, pens, pencils, erasers, pencil lead, and so forth. All the things he thought he'd need that he might not be able to shove into his pockets. He has the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up passed his elbow. It was the beginning of summer, but it wasn't hot yet. It was warm weather with a light breeze that was the right mix of cool and slightly warm air. Once he had everything he wanted in the boxes, Atticus tapped the flapped shut so nothing would fall out. It took him a few trips to his studio apartment to his car in a garage before everything was loaded. He took one last look at the apartment to make sure he had gathered all his personal belonging that he would need to keep away from anyone that wanted to rob him or anything that would keep him entertained. He had everything. With one last long sigh, he locked the apartment door and went down to the office. He turned in his key that he would get back after the fumigation was said and done with. He got into his car and drove out of the garage down the street towards Tristan's house.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

Sorry that took so long! Finding another picture of Atticus was hard. Does Tristan's outfit bring back any memories? xD [Hint: It was his first ever outfit razz ]

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Today was the last draw. Nathaniel had enough of this little game going on in his apartment. For days now, freaky poltergeist s**t had been going on. He'd come home to find things missing, he'd hear whispering going on in the bathroom, pots would mysteriously fall onto the floor, and what sounded like another person's heavy breathing could be heard right next to his ear while he tried to sleep.. The apartment was no longer feeling as solitary and cozy as he had once liked it. Now it was spooky, and irritating. Having no where else to go, he had to make arrangements with Tristan. They were kind of friends... Well, Nathaniel was the guys bodyguard, so.. Whatever. Nathaniel grabbed the last suit case from his apartment and loaded it into his car. With the apartment locked, his things packed and a quick text to Tristan to let him know he was coming, Nathaniel drove away. Even though he was leaving the apartment, the feeling of someone's eyes crawling over his skin was almost overwhelming. Sure, Nathaniel was an elk and knew very well what existed in the world; that didn't mean ghost and other freaky things didn't creep him out though.. And this here that was going on, was one of those freaky things. Nathaniel just didn't know what... After maybe twenty minutes, Nathaniel arrived to Tristan's home finally. He parked out front and took himself to Tristan's front door and knocked on it. Meanwhile he felt something slither through his feet and through the door it seemed. However, no extreme panic was shown. He just calmly, and impatiently waited for the door to be answered.


One the other hand, Renold... The freak that you could pretty much label as, “Boogyman”. Yeah, thing is, Renold had been creeping around this guys apartment for some time now. He's been lurking around the corners, giggling from the shadows, breaking things and doing everything he could to freak Nathaniel out. He had been acting like a ghost may have but, he was no ghost. Renold was kind of like a shadow creature... thing. Hell, Renold didn't know but, why haunt this poor man's home? Renold really didn't have anything better to do, nor anywhere to stay. Besides, Renold loved to freak people out. He was a bit evil... It was his personal job to frighten those around him, friend or foe. However today it seemed that they were on the move. Nathaniel was packing up supplies like clothing and such, and hauling suit cases to the car. Renold was curious enough to ask, but that would have blown his cover, wouldn't it? So instead Renold his in the elk's shadow all the way to their destination. Soon enough Renold saw that they were pulled up to a new a house. Surely must have been a friends, or family member's home. At the front door, Renold slipped in through the dark cracks of the door. He hid within the shadows of the room, and watched as another man walked out. The guy had seemed rather tired, like he had been awake for a while.. Tired people were always easy targets.. The tired ones always seemed to frighten easier. Renold quietly giggled to himself.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Home, leaving to Tristan's home ; Nate's apartment | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

It's alright. That does bring back memories. ^^ I forgot to add it in, but Nate has his ears and horns hidden.

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxTristan looked over to the door and sighed. Well, tell whatever hell Nathaniel planned to rain begin. He got up and started to walk towards the front door, but he stopped. He raised an eyebrow as he looked around the room. Something felt off. The atmosphere seemed to change in the living room; he felt like he was being watched. Tristan shrugged it off and blamed it on not having slept that well the night before making he tired. He walked to the front door and opened it to see the golden eyes male. "Yo." Tristan greeted as he stepped aside, making the door open wider. "Go pick a room; you got her before Atticus did so you get first pick. I'd recommend to second room; good view of the backyard and all the nature you seem to love that goes with the forest behind the fence." Tristan smirked a bit. "Let me know if you need any help with your stuff. Oh, hey, are you actually going to tell me why you need to stay here or are you going to continue being vague?" The male questioned, on hand on his hip as he held the door open still. He really didn't get much of an explanation to why Nathaniel wanted to stay over, not that Tristan minded. "Oh, and be nice to Atticus; being a jerk will only cause problems." There was no nice way to put it; if Nate acted like an a** then Atticus was likely to feed off that and throw it right back at the guy. Maybe it would be entertaining, but Tristan hadn't mentioned any of that to Nathaniel.

xxAfter a bit, another car pulled into the driveway. The pink haired male stepped out of the car and looked at the two men at the front door. "Darn, you got here before I did." Atticus sighed, but he had a kind smile on his lips. He wasn't upset about it or anything; he didn't care what room he got as long as he had a roof over his head. He closed the door of the car before he walked up the driveway and to the front door of the house. "Hi, I'm Atticus. You're Nathaniel, right?" The male smiled at the taller man as he held his hand out to him. As he smile his fangs were visible, but he had retracted them so they were small and just liked very pointed canine teeth. It took small breeze to blow Nathaniel's scent into Atticus' nostrils. Elk; that was a change. Hopefully the guy held no ill will towards vampires not that Atticus was a typical one, but he did smell more like one than he wished he did. Tristan gave the long haired male a look that said, "play nice."

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

Yay! All right. This is going to be fun!

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Then Tristan was finally at the door! Nathaniel was glad. Mainly because he wanted to peek inside, look around for any evidence of something weird lurking about. From what he could see so far, which wasn't much sense Tristan was in the doorway, there wasn't anything. Nathaniel looked at Tristan, and listened about something to do with the rooms. He got first pick supposedly. As far as help went, Nathaniel was fine on his own.. Then for the reason of being here? What was he supposed to say exactly? Ghosts be creepin'? Hell no... Nathaniel simply remained silent and shrugged in response to the question. He wasn't saying anything. “Oh, and be nice to Atticus.” Nathaniel smirked. Tristan knew him too well. Being nice wasn't Nathaniel's forte. You were better off stitching his mouth shut, or even getting a shock collar for him. Though Tristan still did have some sort of power over Nathaniel. He worked for Tristan as a bodyguard, and in a sense had to listen now and then. If he wanted to keep his job at least. “Maybe...” He answered. From behind himself he heard someone pull up and step out of their vehicle. A pink haired male walked out of a car, and made way toward them. Immediately Nathaniel's little demons were pushing a bite into his attitude. Golden eyes glanced down at the hand offered to him, then to Tristan; who by the way had an expression saying, “play nice”. What were those words his mother had once said? “If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.” Nathaniel remembered. Nathaniel didn't reach his hand out to shake Atticus' hand, he just gave the pink haired male a cold, blank expression. “Thrilled to meet you.” Was Nathaniel's greeting. Tristan should have been proud! It may have been a bit sarcastic but, at least Nathaniel wasn't doing worse like he usually would have...

Renold's wicked smile only grew when the man stopped to look around the room. Oh yes, something was very off. Not that it was visible though, yet... Perhaps sense the man was tired, Renold would mainly focus on scaring him? It seemed like a lovely plan, but in the end everyone under this roof was going to suffer one way or another. For now, Renold would just observe, best scares happened when people were alone. From what Renold could tell though, Nathaniel didn't get along with others very well, nor did Renold though. People always ran from him. No questions of why though... Renold slipped into Tristan's shadow silently so he could hear everyone better. Renold had to hold back a giggle. The hesitation in that greeting, and sarcasm only told him that this was going to be an interesting show. Already Nathaniel was getting just a little edgy with this pink haired dude. 'Do you think they'll try to kill each other?' A voice asked within Renold's mind. Kill each other? As fun as that would be, it'd ruin Renold's fun. How would he scare them if they were dead? That just wouldn't do.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Home, leaving to Tristan's home ; Nate's apartment | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

It will be.. xD

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxTristan rolled his eyes at Nathaniel's reply. Maybe he'd at least get some form of entertainment out of it. He watched at Atticus walked over and politely introduced himself only for Nathaniel to be a sarcastic little s**t. Tristan rolled his eyes; he knew that's as good as it was about to get for some time. After you got to spend enough time with the guy he wasn't so bad, but he was still not the nicest person on the planet. "Okay, move it you two. I don't need bugs in my house. Nathaniel, go pick a room." Tristan ordered. He propped the door open with a shoe so he wouldn't need to hold it the entire time. He helped the two get their things inside the house before they locked their cars and Tristan locked the front door. Once Nathaniel chose a room, Atticus moved his stuff into the other one. He started to unpack things and set them up in the room. Tristan stopped by both of their rooms and told them he was taking a nap. He said to make themselves at home, but not to make a mess of the place. He walked down the hallway and into his room. He closed the door shut behind him before he scrawled into bed. Tristan snuggled into the mattress, the blankets, and the pillow as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

xxIt took a while before Atticus had put everything away in the room. He walked out of the room and headed down into the kitchen for a snack. After he looked through the fridge and cabinets, Atticus settled on an apple. He sat down at the bar top and took a bite out of the apple as he went through his phone. He didn't have any work to do just yet, so he would have some time to relax and do whatever he could in the house.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

There was no hesitation on Nathaniel's end. He kept quiet and did as told. One suitcase after another, and a few other items, and Nathaniel had everything in Tristan's spare room. He of course picked the one with more of a view, there shouldn't have been a question on which he chose. There was nothing Nathaniel loved more than the sites, feels and scents of mother nature. Out in the wilderness would have probably been the dullest you'd find Nathaniel, mainly because he was calm and relaxed. Nathaniel peeled himself away from the window to finished unpacking his things into the closet and dresser. After that he tossed his jacket onto the bed and left the room. With Tristan off napping, Nathaniel decided he'd attempt to get a better look at this pink haired guy staying here too. He wasn't going to badger anyone, yet, but just try to know who he'd be staying with as well. Nathaniel couldn't care less about who the guy was, he just liked to make sure there was no threat. Not that there would be a threat from someone so polite... Ehhh... Nathaniel walked into the kitchen, go figure Atticus was there. He didn't mind the guy though, just one glance as he went for a nice red apple, his favorite. Nathaniel suddenly started to glare at Atticus. He didn't say anything, but his expression read, “I'm onto you.” Nathaniel could smell the oddity in the guy's scent. I wasn't human, no, it was vampire like. “If you try to bite me, I am going to kill you.” Nathaniel warned, bit into his apple then headed out the back door.

A the while as Tristan helped carry luggage into the house, Renold was safely hidden inside Tristan's shadow. He was patiently waiting for the male to be alone, thinking of ways to horrify the human. Shouldn't have been too hard. The trips to unloading the cars was painlessly silent when it came to Nathaniel. The guy seemed to drop into a dead silence the whole time. Not that Renold could have really noticed too much. He had his own voices to speak with. One of which was feeding ideas into his head. Finally, Tristan started to walk off on his own after telling the others he'd be taking a nap. Good, good... Renold slipped out of Tristan's shadow to lurk within a dark corner. He waited until Tristan was a sleep and quietly made way into Tristan's closet. With the door shut, Renold scrapped his nails down the door, making a loud noise as his nails scraped against the wood. “Trissssstaaannnnnn...” Renold spoke just quiet enough to be spooky but loud enough to be heard. “I'm going to get yoouuu....” Renold giggled menacingly before once again fading into the shadows.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Tristan's home ; Tristan's home | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxAtticus heard someone walk down the steps and into the kitchen, figuring it was Nathaniel. He was about to take a bite from the apple but stopped before he sunk his teeth into it to look at the male that was glaring at him. His eyes glanced around before the landed on the long haired male again and blinked a couple times. Why was he being glared at in that way. "Can I help you?" he questioned. It wasn't the sassy kind of way Tristan would, but a questioning and slightly hesitant way. He blinked at the male before he giggled. "I'm not that king of vampire; I don't drink blood, but I don't imagine elk blood being that great." He said with a teasing and playful tone in his voice as he called after the male that walked away from him. He shrugged and took a bite out of his apple as he got up and walked over to the backdoor while he watched Nathaniel. "Psionic vampires don't bite to feed, but I don't recommend getting your mouth anywhere near one unless you want to risk kissing one," he said as he looked at his apple. His kind were very rare and they sucked the soul or life energy out of people. In one go it would kill the person, but if done slowly over time people will regain it (that's what I'm going to go with at least). "I'll only bite if you want me to, elk boy." Atticus teased with a faint giggle before he closed the back door and sat back down in the kitchen to fiddle with his phone. It was new; he had gotten all the contact and important things in it but now he had to figure out how to use the entire thing.

xxTristan was out like a light; he was too tired to keep his eyes open. The sounds from the closet didn't wake or bother him. The voice made him twist his face in confusion and annoyance. "Yeah...sure...whatever..." Tristan mumbled before he pulled the comforter over his ear to muffle the voice that was trying to prevent him from sleeping. Sure, the male wasn't terribly hard to scare, but when he was tired nothing seemed to phase him. If he were more awake he would likely blame this on some prank Atticus or Nathaniel tried to pull; a pretty lame one. He pressed the side of his face a bit more into the pillow as he started to slowly go into deeper stages of sleep. He wouldn't be asleep for long, maybe between ten and twenty minutes which was recommended. His room was quite dark as he liked it. The blinds and curtains were still in front of the window making the room dark. The male probably couldn't sleep any other way; the smallest amount of outside light would probably wake him up and tick him off.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

I'm going to make up the house and put it in the first post where the description is so we have some reference to what things look like. If you won't like the rooms for the boys and you have something else in mind just let me know and I can change the pictures!

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Elk blood probably wouldn't have tasted all that great. Or maybe it would have tasted pretty good, elks were high quality, clean creatures. Nathaniel wouldn't know though, he didn't go around sucking blood from others, let alone eat meat. He was a strict vegetarian. Partly because he didn't want to eat the flesh of another creature, partly because meat messed up his insides. The teasing was pretty much ignored, Tristan said to be nice, so Nathaniel was going to be.. In his own way. Ignoring someone and being a little sarcastic was a kind act. Nathaniel could have been worse, and if Atticus continued to try and tease him, or talk to him, lord knew what was to happen. Nathaniel would slip into his snippy, cruel self in an instant. “Yeah yeah. You wish I'd let you.” Nathaniel commented as he left the back door. Wait a minute, “Elk boy?” Nathaniel rolled his eyes. Well, vampires had a good sense of smell. If Nathaniel could have smelled the vampire scent, Atticus sure as hell could have smelled the Elk scent. Whatever. Nathaniel walked to a nice spot underneath the sun and laid himself down to eat his apple.

The first attempt to spook the male had failed. However, Renold would wait awhile before trying to scare Tristan more. He had done enough to let his presence be known at least. For now the waiting game. Renold slipped out of the closet and looked around the room. That would not mean that no one else would hear weird things going on. Renold opened the bedroom door, closed it behind himself, and walked up to the attic. Unlike the typical dusty, weby, crowded attic, the attic was much different. It was clean, the floor was polished and mirrors covered a whole wall. A curious brow was raised at all the mirrors. “What the... This guy must be obsessed with himself...” As Renold stepped closer to a mirror, he looked over his face questionably, as if he hadn't seen he own face before. Well, he hadn't remembered his own face at least. “Gah! That's what people look at? No wonder they get so scared....” Renold commented to himself.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Tristan's home ; Tristan's home | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

Sounds good. ^^ How was shopping in the dress? xP

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxAtticus shook his head at what Nathaniel said. After what seemed like forever he was able to finish the apple and figure some things out about how to work his phone. He wasn't too sure what to really do. He walked up to his room and grabbed his sketch pad, a pencil, and an eraser before he headed back downstairs. He walked around the house a bit to find something to draw since he was in the mood. He eventually just stared out the window for a prolonged amount of time at the garden. The flowers looked really nice and he desperately wanted to go draw them, but something stopped him. Would Nathaniel get snippy with him for walking outside or would he just ignore the guy? He ignored a majority of what he had said. He jogged up the stairs and came back down with a purple and yellow, plastic and fabric pencil pack that was the size of a sunglasses case, but with more space. It held an array of colored pencils that he used. All of them were sharp and ready to go. He slid the glass door open, slid it shut, then walked barefoot across the yard to the flowers. He walked passed Nathaniel, but said nothing. After he got to the garden he looked at the flowers and other plants. He wasn't sure what to draw. He found some Morning Glory flowers and decided to draw them. He sat down on the grass right in front of the flowers and began to slowly sketch them. His head mostly pointed down at the pad while his eyes darted back and forth from the paper to the flowers.

xxTristan did really have much of any dreams that he knew of. He didn't toss or turn; he just stayed still. He shifted a little here or then, or twitched slightly, but that was it. His dream wasn't of anything very special. Just a vague images of his last tour that flashed across his mind and any fun events that re replayed.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

It was fun; the dresses were a good idea because it's actually warm out (around 73). Got a cute silver snake ring, a jacket (to go with a pair of heels I bought), and a pair of aviator glasses...I want to fly a plane now! Finished the house! I am very jealous of both Nathaniel's room and Tristan's room. I laughed at what Renold said about Tristan being obsessed with himself xD I can't wait to have them both stuck in a room and Tristan just teasing him; maybe that will end up being his punishment? >D There's also a stereo system in there so if he wants to fiddle with that he can, but he'll probably wake Tristan up who will investigate. Options~!

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Nathaniel's apple was entirely gone after a few minutes, core and all. Now Nathaniel just rested in the sunlight. His hair gently blew with the breeze now and then, his silvery, and shiny green strands of hair becoming more obvious under the light. He took in a deep breath and exhaled it out, and sunk further into the grass. Nothing he loved more than a nice summers day, away from-... people. Well, almost away from people. Atticus came outside as well. Perfect. At first Nathaniel cracked one eye open to see what the vampire was up to. Atticus came out with a bunch of pencils, and a sketch pad. Seems that Nathaniel met another artist. Nathaniel could have made mean comments about that, but art was one thing Nathaniel had a full respect for. Well, second thing actually. Nathaniel had a high respect for nature over all else. It was his true home aver all... While at first Nathaniel didn't care too much about Atticus being there, the scribbling was starting to poke at his buttons. Nathaniel sighed. “Do you have to be so noisy?” Nathaniel questioned, his tone irritable.

'Hey, what's that?!' A voice shouted. What was what? An indistinct shadow blanketed over a stereo not too far away. It seemed there was some curiosity in the machinery, but Renold had no clue what it was... “Ehhhh..... One of those juice box things?” Renold answered aloud. However, the term he was thinking of was jukebox, but this wasn't one of those either... The shadow creature stepped close to the stereo. As his hand gently touched it, the shadow fled into Renold's chest. 'Then how would one drink from it?' Renold started to burst out laughing, holding his stomach, and gasped for air. “No! You don't drink from juice boxes, silly!” Renold regained himself enough to start pressing random buttons. He wasn't sure how the thing worked, at all.. His finger wound up pressing a button with a triangle on it, and loud music began to play. It was obnoxiously loud too, and when he tried to turn it off, different songs would start instead. “Damn it.” Renold covered his ears and quickly fled into the shadows behind some boxes. 'Maybe you have to drink the juice out for it to turn off?' the voice worriedly hoped. Renold shock his head quickly, "You don't drink juice boxes!" He reminded irritably.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Tristan's home ; Tristan's home | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

Hope this works. xD I'm especially jealous of Tristan's room.

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxThe male was pretty engrossed in his drawing until someone spoke up. The male sighed with an eye roll before he started to draw slowly, the sound of the pencil against the paper became softer. "Habit." That was all he said and that was the only excuse he had. Typically Atticus wasn't anywhere near a person who had animal like hearing or who wasn't human for that matter. After a moment the pencil stopped moving against the paper. He would have to get the colored pencils out afterwards. With another sigh, he set the pad and pencil down while he picked up the case. He was careful to be quiet as he opened the pencil case and took all the pencils out in one hand so they didn't clank together. He looked through them as he took out the ones he would need which he set on the ground along with some other simple thing like a few blending sticks. Once that was done with he put the pencils away and moved the case out of his reach so he wouldn't bump it. The last thing he needed was a pissy elk screaming at him while he was trying to draw. Atticus picked the pad and pencil back up and returned to drawing the flowers, but at a slower pace so the sound wasn't loud.

xxTristan shot up in bed as he heard the blaring music from above. He was quick to get out of bed, though nearly stumbled after his leg got wrapped up in the blankets. He ran down the hallway to the door and bolted up the steps. "What the he-" Tristan was about to shout at whoever was up there, but his sock cladded feet flipped on the polished wood floor and he fell onto his back with a thud. "Shiiiit." The male groaned as he rolled onto hos side with his hands holding the back of his head and his eyes squeezed shut. The one thing that was odd was that there was no laughter or wise-a** comment, so neither Atticus or Nathaniel were up there. This was proven as Tristan opened an eye to look into the mirror. he searched it to see the reflection of one of the two males, but there was only him and the other things that were up there. Tristan's attention went back to the stereo as his hearing slowly came back. He stood up and walked over to the stereo. He turned the nob so the volume went down to a much, much lower setting. He changed the stereo back to the CD setting before he hit the green glowing power button that glowed red once the music stopped. Tristan stared at the stereo for a moment, confused to how it had been turned on. He just shook his head before holding it again even shaking it hurt now. "Odd," he mumbled as he walked down the steps and closed the door behind him once in the hallway.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

It worked xD I know...I want it so badly...!

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Nathaniel held back from any other comments for Atticus. The male got quieter with his drawing, so Nathaniel shouldn't have had anymore complaints, right? No. Nathaniel's complaints, and snide remarks were endless. Nathaniel sat up, streched then stood. He looked around the garden, the wide verity of flowers was beautiful. He didn't think he had actually been in Tristan's back yard before. . Such a shame too. Nathaniel walked along and peeked down at what Atticus was drawing. “Morning Glory....” Nathaniel said. Yes, he knew the name of the flower, he happened to like the flower. However, roses were always his favorite. Nathaniel was passed Atticus now, and found himself laying down in a hammock close by. “That's a lovely flower.” Nathaniel commented.

Ohhh, Renold saw the whole thing. When Tristan walked into the room, he fell and bumped his head. Renold had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from laughing uncontrollably. 'Hahahahaha!!' The voice however, was going off. Which made it even harder for Renold not to laugh... Renold watched Tristan get up to inspect the stereo. Tristan seemed confused about what was going on around here. A wild smirk spread across Renold's lips as Tristan turned the music off and mumbled. Almost immediately after Tristan walked out of the room, Renold turned the stereo back on, and the volume got cranked up as well. Instead of simply hiding away in the dark, he made the room get darker. The lights wouldn't work because they were covered in thick blankets of darkness, however this wouldn't have been too obvious just yet. You'd have to be paying close attention. Instead of the music sounding normal, the instruments, and voices were static like and a light whispering could be heard underneath it.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Tristan's home ; Tristan's home | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

Whoop! Renold will also love the room he'll stay in. Small, simple, and dark. xP

 

[Moonlit Snapdragon]

𝕿𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫 𝕸𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔢 & Ａｔｔｉｃｕｓ Ｇｒｏｖｅ
Dancer/Musician & Artist

adfgI'll take dignity over industry,
ahgMy wardrobe has never meant sh*t to me.
aehI'll sell my songs, but never my soul,
agsgAnd what the f*ck happened to rock and roll?

Listen to your heartfdfdfe
Those angel voicesfads
They'll sing to youasdf
They'll be your guideafsff
Back homeadddfdf
When life leaves us blindsaddfg
Love keeps us kindadfgs

xxAtticus tuned out Nathaniel now or whatever movements he made. Only when the male stood right behind him did Atticus pay attention again. He tilted his head back so he could look up at the man with an eyebrow raised. He watched the male walk off again and he just stared. Was he trying to be nice now or what? First he was calm, then irritated, now calm? Was this guy bipolar? With a shrug, Atticus returned to drawing at a slow and steady pace. After a few minutes he was coloring, shading, tinting, and blending. He would have been done by now, but someone couldn't stand the sound. Eventually though, not too long later really, he was done. He looked at the picture and nodded in approval before fixing up any mistakes he found. Once he had finished it he flipped to a new page and looked around some more. His eyes were drawn to Nathaniel since there wasn't anything else of interest. He studied the male for a few minutes before he started to draw him. It was mostly just his head down to his shoulders that he sketched out, slowly of course. He added in antlers and elk ears to get an idea of what the man might look like with them, but he added something that the man didn't have. He left his expression as it was, indifferent with a hint of annoyance or that's what Atticus thought it amounted to, but around his head he added a band. "If you don't mind my asking, what is your favorite flower?" It was a simple question. He held his pad do that the male couldn't see it, but that wasn't a suspicious since that's how he held it while he drew the flowers. You couldn't see it unless you stood behind it.

xxTristan paused just outside the door and slowly turned towards it, a dark glare etched into his face. Oh, those little pricks. With a low growl, Tristan flew open the door and looked up the stairs, but paused. It was completely black up there. That made no sense; the blinds were open and it was sunny out. They must have closed them. He flipped the switch for the lights and waited for them to come one only they didn't. He flipped the switched a few times before he gave up with an annoyed sigh. He walked up the steps carefully then walked a few steps before he stopped. He couldn't see an inch in front of his face. "Not funny, guys. I ought to kick your sorry asses out." Tristan patted his pockets before he pulled out his phone. He typed in the code and went pressed the button on the touch screen that said flashlight. The flashlight on the phone turned on, but he still struggled to find his way to the stereo. Once at the stereo he set the phone down and pressed the power button. "You're both royally screwed, you hear me?! Nathaniel! Atticus! You're both ********>" When he didn't get a reply back, Tristan turned to look around the darkness. "Guys?" he questioned a little uncertain now.

Outfits :: Tristan | Atticus

SweetCicero

Yay! I figured it would work for him xD. Sorry this is late but there was a puppy and yeah...you know.

 

[SweetCicero]

☽ ℕathaniel Ƀrooks & ℝenold ℝadix ☾

Of course, Nathaniel's favorite flower was a rose. Nathaniel gave a soft sigh, it wasn't irritable, or anything. It was just like a a relaxed breath. “The rose.” Nathaniel answered. “It's beautiful, and romantic. However has it's rough edges just as love does.” Nathaniel added. It's how his mother had felt about roses. They were always so beautiful, but had thorns that would p***k you. It's how love and people went too. Love could have been great, as a person would be, but could have many thorns preventing you from getting too close. In a sense, Nathaniel was very much like that. Nathaniel cracked an eye open to look at Atticus, who still seemed to be drawing. “What's your favorite flower?” Nathaniel asked back. He positioned his head back to the way it was, and shut his eyes while he listened to Atticus answer. Nathaniel was half curious about how Atticus would react to his respone about a rose. It even felt weird for Nathaniel to think like that.

Renold softly giggled as he watched Tristan walk about irritably. It was rather easy annoying the man, so far. Renold followed Tristan closely, all the way back up to the stereo. As soon as it was shut off, the room fell into an eary dead silence. No one answered Tristan's threats and shouts. Nathaniel and Atticus couldn't have replied back; they weren't the ones doing this to poor Tristan. They were off in the garden, enjoying the nice day.. While Tristan was getting a greeting from Renold. “They can't hear you, Tristan. They're dead.” Renold laughed menacingly. His laugh echoed around the room, and gave off no hints as of where Renold really was. When in fact, Renold was inching in closer, and closer to Tristan. He was close enough to the point that Tristan would be able to feel the heaviness, and chilling feeling in the atmosphere around Renold. The closer he got, the worse the presence would feel. A shadow acted as if it were serpent like and started to slither up Tristan's body, and warped around his neck. The shadow wasn't tightening to the point of choking, it just felt like a soft fabric that burned your skin. Renold leaned in close to Tristan's ear, “You're next....” He whispered evily, giggling.

| Mood :: Over all calm ; Feeling mischievous | Location :: Tristan's home ; Tristan's home | Attire :: Renold ; Nathaniel |

Kassumi6

Awwwww~! A puppy. x) It's alright.