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If you want to, you can. I'm really sorry about the wait; these past two days have swamped me with work. First an AP exam and a bunch of homework on Monday and last night I had a symposium at my school until around 8. By the time I got home and took a shower it was around 9, and I still had homework to do.

Anyways, yes, you can make it if you want. I do have time now, though, so if you want me to make the thread, I can.

Also, I came up with a new idea that I think you might like. I'd like to PM you about it though, but your conversations seem to be full haha

I'd be really interested in this! Super into this show rn, haha

Go into your individual conversations, click the big edit button, press "manage participation", click "leave", then click "submit". Done!

Chatting with the girl was quickly becoming one of the highlights of his night. At this point, he'd been to so many ceremonies that it just felt like a chore sometimes. But skipping ceremonies was a good way to garner bad press, and although all press is good press in some people's eyes, August could never find it within him to see their point.

Honestly though, ceremonies and awards shows tended to bore August. He appreciated all the work that went into them, whether that be planning, performing, or simply doing the awards show, but oftentimes he would go to one and there was just nothing particularly different from any of the other awards shows he attended. It was the stage that he lived for, not a seat in the audience.

For August, the stage and the studio are where he, as well as many of his fans, believe that he really "comes alive" in the sense that those are the two places where he can really bring out the best in himself. In both places, he can just lose himself in the music. It always came so naturally to him; singing and stage presence were really never anything that he had to work on. It was just easy somehow. He could never really explain why, either, it just kind of happened like that.

Despite the ceremonies and shows themselves being boring, the after party was always fun. He enjoyed being able to catch up with the other celebrities, many of whom had lives just as busy as his own. But tonight, he wasn't interested in them. He wanted to get to know Kit better, and perhaps make a new friend in the process.

He listened to the girl speak about how it didn't feel real before catching the part about her living in the Village. "Wow, you live in Manhattan?" he inquired, cocking his head slightly to the side. After a moment, he shook his head, but more at himself than Kit. "Sorry, that sounded rude. Just, with the accent and all, I assumed you'd be living in London or something. I live in the Lower East Side, by the way. We're not that far apart."

August listened to the girl continue to speak, and he a grin came upon his face at the mention of going out to get beers at some point. "I would love that," he responded, taking a sip of the incredibly expensive beverage in his hand. It didn't take long for the girl to begin speaking again, and this time around she was asking what the best thing to do at these kinds of parties happened to be. "Well, normally I'd go around and catch up with some of my older friends. Maybe make some new ones in the process. Sometimes I stuff my face at the food tables, but I think tonight I'd rather just stick with you." His face reddened a few seconds later when he realized that he had just unintentionally flirted with someone he'd just met. "Oh, uh, sorry, that sounded really weird, didn't it?" He chuckled awkwardly, hoping to play off what he'd just done, but doing so was never easy for him.

// So how should be continue this after the after party ends? Any ideas? Also, sorry for the wait. I've been really, really swamped for these past two days.

my character

☾ Alexander Mitchell Everett

— Twenty-nine years old.

— Homosexual.

— Cisgender male.

— 6' 5" with a muscular build.

— Known among his guild of supernatural hunters, the Arcana, to be quite skilled, if reckless at times.

— Born and raised in a small seaside town called Camden in Maine. Mysteriously, supernatural occurrences often presented themselves here, although many could not see that. A select few, one of them being Alexander, were able to observe those things.

— Not particularly outgoing, but charming nonetheless.

— Often gets lost in thought.

— Kind (for the most part) but is prone to being angered and is particularly ruthless when carrying out his jobs.

He remembered vividly the memory of the judge delivering the verdict. Alexander Mitchell Everett, the jury finds you guilty of murder in the first degree. You are hereby sentenced to a life sentence in Hilltop Psychiatric Hospital. Despite the fact that he was meant to spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital, he couldn't bring himself to be angry nor disappointed. There was no sadness in his eyes. Only a reluctant acceptance that there was no escaping from this fate, unless one of his colleagues decided to grant him his freedom. Somehow, though, that thought was only a hopeful one; he was sure that it wouldn't come to fruition.

Alexander also briefly recalled the murmurs that flooded the courtroom after the conclusion of his trial. The case was a whirlwind; it had been decided after only two days, an abnormally short time span for a case of this caliber. Of course, the public would not know of anything supernatural about the trial besides his own enigmatic testimony. Everything that happened to be out of the ordinary was clouded from the view of the public by another supernatural force. But if a shapeshifter was involved, and they decided to take a human form, then normal people would see the shifter as just that: a human. Perhaps it would have been a different outcome were the shifter not a human or if he had not done the deed in such an open area. Oh well.

Now he was on a bus on the way to Hilltop Psychiatric Hospital along with two other men. His hands and feet were shackled to prevent him from lashing out in any manner. Not that he was planning on doing that anyway.

The drive to the hospital was proving to be much longer (and much bumpier) than anticipated. Alexander was swiftly growing bored, so he turned his attention to the other two men on the bus. Getting a good look at the men wasn't exactly hard, either, considering the fact that he was positioned in the seat closest to the back. One of the men sat upright in the fetal position with his knees hugged so closely to his chest and with his head down so low that his knees were pressed against his eyes. It looked genuinely uncomfortable, but considering the man hadn't moved, it must not be an issue for him. The other man, whose mouth was open in a silent scream, was positioned directly behind the driver, who was protected only by the metal gate separating them from the driver.

But after a few moments Alexander grew bored of them too. His head swiveled to face the window to his right, and as he watched the forest pass by, a rabbit emerged from the underbrush. Maybe not too special at a first glance, and anyone passing by would either see a rabbit or not see it at all. However, Alex could see it — large horns akin to a deer protruded from its head. The creature happened to be a jackalope, something that he'd only seen a few times previously. A peaceful and harmless species, it was never something that he'd ever had to hunt for.

After what felt like hours, the bus finally came upon the gates to the hospital. They were large — meant to keep the inmates in, of course — and made of brick and iron. Unlike the insane asylums of old, the hospital looked inviting in a way. It was clearly meant to accommodate for hundreds of patients, judging by its large size, but he doubted that he would be subjected to torture here, unlike what they show in the movies.

The bus parked directly in front of the doors to the facility, and almost immediately after doing so, a man in a long white coat stepped onto the bus. He unlocked the gate and escorted the new inmates off one by one, starting with the man in the front. Alexander was the last to leave, and in doing so he was the last to actually enter the hospital itself.

The facility was quite nice, actually. It looked very cushy and expensive, but it clearly was not meant to torture the patients it housed in any way. For that he was grateful. If he was meant to spend the rest of his life here, at least it would be spent in comfort.

Before he had time to take it all in, the same man with the white coat ushered him down one of the hallways and into a one-person bedroom. It was actually quite nice; the furniture, which included a bed, dresser, and a wardrobe, looked to be decent. There was even a desk and a chair in the corner. A few paintings hung on the walls of various scenes, one being a beautiful wetlands and another being a field of purple flowers.

Just as soon as he'd been pushed into the room, the door was slammed behind him and locked. As to why Alexander had no idea, but it made him uneasy. He warily explored his new surroundings before there was a knock at the door. The person on the other side of the door came in without even waiting for Alex to respond, which he supposed that he would probably need to become accustomed to.

This person (your character) was dressed similarly to the man from before. He wore a long white lab coat, but aside from that, he was dressed like any person that you might spot out walking the streets. Alexander blinked a few times as he took in the man's appearance, but after a moment he cocked his head to the side before muttering out, "Hello."

// raccoon Hope this is good enough! Sorry again about the wait.

So far, the dance was proving to be far less exciting than Cassandra expected it to be, and her hopes were never even that high to begin with. She was growing to regret her decision to accompany Rodney, mostly because the boy stuck to her like a leech. There was no such thing as privacy around him, but there was also no such thing as privacy in such a large event as this one.

Dancing, on the other hand, was something she enjoyed quite a bit more than just standing around and making conversation. The dance floor itself was already quite crowded with kids moving their bodies to the rhythm of the upbeat music over the sound system. It was some kind of catchy pop song whose name Cassandra couldn't exactly put her finger on at the moment. Either way, she would dance to it, joining the other teenagers and Rodney with jumping up and down in time with the song.

When the spotlights overhead dimmed and the music switched to a much slower, more ballad-like song, Rodney took her hands in his and initiated the dance. The boy's actions took her by surprise, as she had not expected for him to so suddenly transition them both into the waltz. She smiled genuinely this time around, finally content to lose herself in the music.

The slight feeling of elation she felt was interrupted when the time to trade off partners came around. In an instant, she was snatched away from her date and was grasping the large, warm hands of another boy. She stared down momentarily, still a bit stunned by the sudden trade-off. A few seconds time was all it took for her to regain her composure and look up at the boy holding her hands.

Her own icy blue eyes gazed into the boy's green orbitals. But just his eyes wouldn't be enough to recognize him. No, it was the grin spread across his boyish features that helped her to recognize him. "Jonas?" she inquired after a few added seconds of contemplation. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!" added Cassie in exclamation. Only then did she realize just who her new partner was as well as who she'd been stolen from. "Um... won't your brother be seriously pissed when he realizes who you are?" was her next statement, although it was uttered much quieter than before.

// That's alright!

Alexander only watched and listened as the doctor returned with his own greetings as well as a question. The man — Dr. Edevane, he supposed; Alex was never one for formalities, though — appeared to be friendly enough, although this was likely just a front that the doctor put up in order to make his patients feel welcome. He eyed the man with a healthy level of suspicion for a few seconds before responding with a nod. "Come in," came his frankly curt response.

Despite welcoming the doctor into what would now likely become his permanent home, he harbored no warm feelings for the man nor for most doctors. As a child, his parents would send him off to various shrinks to get a diagnosis, hoping that one of them would be able to make him crack and reveal something about the origin of his "unusual symptoms". Those symptoms included, of course, being able to witness supernatural phenomena, and after what was probably the tenth doctor his parents finally gave up and so did Alexander. He withdrew into a shell of sorts and chose not to mention what he could see for many years until he met a group who could do the same.

The group in question referred to themselves as the Arcana, and they were a band of hunters that sought out and put an end to various supernatural threats, including warlocks of varying skill levels, vampires, werewolves, and the like. Somehow many of them were able to wreak havoc on the human world, and something had to be done to put a stop to them before they could get too out of hand. Doing so was never easy, but it came innately to Alexander somehow. So much so that he was regarded as one of the best of the bunch. But now that he was locked away, it was very likely that his skills would diminish over time.

Alex made for his bed as the doctor closed the door behind him. Just before he reached the bed, a small blue ball of flame materialized above the doctor's head. He recognized it instantly as a will-o'-the-wisp, a mischievous creature that only appeared under one of two circumstances: one, the wisp indicated good things to come and were a sign of good luck, or two, the wisp was meant to serve as an omen. Either way, its presence was not meant to be taken lightly, especially since they have been widely known to lead people to their fates.

Upon spotting the wisp, his eyes narrowed until the whites of his eyes could hardly be seen. The very sight of it made him visibly tense up, and his suspicion of the man only increased tenfold. Alexander rushed over to the man, and with seemingly inhuman speed, reached out to grab the wisp hovering gracefully above Dr. Evedane's head. It dissipated in his hands into a million tiny sparkles of blue before fading away completely. "Dammit," he breathed out, releasing his grasp on the air that taken the place of the wisp.

A low grumble preceded Alexander turning on his heel and heading back towards the bed. His incredibly short journey there was enough time to realize that the doctor was probably incredibly confused and was very likely to ask him about what just happened. With a sigh, he sat on the bed and gestured to the chair at the desk, offering it to Finn.

// No, that's very good!

The man only watched quietly as the man proceeded towards the plastic chair at his desk. Alexander, who had never been much of a talker, chose to remain silent until the doctor asked a question of him.

What had he seen? Oh, right. Dr. Edevane couldn't see the wisp. For a few seconds Alexander simply stared at the doctor, searching for the right words. Alexander wasn't crazy. He wanted the doctor to know that. But saying that there was a wisp floating above the doctor's head wasn't going to fly well. But what other option did he have? After a moment of contemplation, he gave in. "A wisp. There was one floating above your head."

By now the doctor would probably be looking at him like a horn had just sprouted from his head, or maybe like he'd just grown a third eye. Either way, he assumed that the doctor would probably be confused. Perhaps, though, this was a story that Dr. Edevane had heard several times in the past. Being witness to the supernatural was likely to be a common story in this place, although Alexander doubted that the creatures that other patients had seen were real or not.

A moment's silence passed before Alexander decided to elaborate further upon his statement. "Doctor, I see things. The supernatural. I've been able to see them since I was a child." If the doctor didn't think that he was insane before, he definitely thought so now. Alexander was sure that countless patients had told him the same exact thing, although something was different this time around. Under normal circumstances, it would be easy to tell that the patient was simply just seeing things. But the look in Alexander's eyes suggested otherwise — he had actually become witness to the supernatural. Hell, he even worked to kill some supernatural beings. One look in his eyes was enough to prove that.

The man sighed again before looking down at the carpeted floor. Yeah, that certainly was not the best first impression. Only a few seconds passed before he looked up at the man. "I have proof, if you really want to see it. Whether or not you believe it is up to you. But I'm not lying."

// That's okay! Take all the time you need.

I don't think you're lying. Alexander heard those words loud and clear, and yet somehow he didn't believe the man. Hell, Alex's own parents didn't believe him, and neither did the numerous psychologists that they had sent him to. He'd been prescribed numerous anti-psychotic drugs and none of them worked. The only purpose they served was to make him zombielike, and eventually he began to secretly not take the pills. And he was sure that the same would happen here, except this time around he would be forced to prove that he'd actually swallowed the medicine and not just spit it out somewhere.

When the doctor asked him to show him the proof, Alex stood cautiously. His hands reached for the buttons on the shirt that he'd been issued, and one by one he unbuttoned them until the shirt was only supported by his broad shoulders. Before Finn could stop him, he slipped the article of clothing off of his body, revealing the many scars that littered his chest, acquired from fighting off several beasts of varying size and skills. He pointed to a few of the larger ones, describing their origins — one, a werewolf attack; another two were the result of being shot by two arrows from an undead archer. His stories continued for a while before he turned around to reveal another set of scars, most notable of which was the deep mass of scar tissue that ran from his left shoulder blade all the way down to the right side of his lower back.

He recounted the tales of each of his scars before putting his shirt back on and sitting back on the bed. "Is that proof enough for you?" He fully expected for the doctor to tell him no. It was entirely possible that each story could just be written off as the tale of a madman, and he fully expected the doctor to say tell him exactly that. It's not like he would be able to use magic or something as proof; the doctor wouldn't even be able to see it. Even if he summoned a fireball in his hands, all the doctor would look upon would be air.

Alexander cursed himself for somehow ending up in this mess. That stupid fucking shifter. If they had chosen anything but a human, he would still be free. Perhaps he would be out hunting down some new threat that only he could take down, or maybe he'd be holed up in a hotel room with another man in his bed doing an act just as unholy as the demons he's slaughtered. It was equally possible that he would be in a bar somewhere, downing alcohol so that, just for a moment, he'd forget all his woes and worries. Anything would be better than being stuck in this place, surrounded by other patients with whom he didn't belong. He wasn't sick and he knew it.

Bump (again). Could use some more threads.

He sighed once more as the doctor spoke again. He appeared exasperated now as he quickly grew to realize that the man still did not believe him. Despite the front that Finn put up, Alexander still felt like he was being misunderstood. Even after he showed the man what he thought would be undeniable evidence. Again he felt like a child being basically interrogated by a psychologist. It was a feeling that he genuinely despised. He cast his gaze upon the carpeted floor and spoke under his breath, "Of course you wouldn't believe me. No one does."

He drew in another breath before finally choosing to respond to the doctor. "That's because they haven't been attacked by the supernatural. I have. These scars didn't just show up out of nowhere!" He waved his hands around for added effect before looking back up at the doctor.

Blue eyes examined Finn's face for any sign of emotion or anything that indicated what was to come. The wisp's presence meant that he was going to lead him to his death or to his salvation, and although the chances of each were roughly equal, he didn't want to place his trust in the man. He couldn't. Not if it could mean his own demise.

The man's question came next. Alexander didn't stop to think about his words this time around. Whatever notion the man had about him was already established, and no matter what he said, he didn't think that he would be able to change Dr. Evedane's mind. "They don't attack me. I attack them, doctor," he responded curtly. "I'm a supernatural hunter. Killing dangerous supernatural beings is my job, and I'm damn good at it, too. I've killed creatures that you can't even begin to think of. Werewolves, vampires, witches, poltergeists — none of them are safe."

A slight laugh escaped his lips a few seconds later. "I probably sound insane, don't I? Like a fucking crazy person. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut. That way I wouldn't have to go my whole life being called psychotic or on some goddamn drugs that make me so numb that I can hardly walk." Perhaps now he was just wallowing in his own self-pity, but his words were genuine. It fucking sucked to not be believed by your parents, family, and friends, and knowing that they all consider you to be psychotic hurt even worse. Now he was going to be forced to spend the rest of his days in a fucking mental hospital. "The electric chair would be better than spending the rest of my life here, honestly," he added quietly, although whether or not it was loud enough for the doctor to hear was unknown to Alex.

Once again, the Georgia heat bore down on them both as they trudged through the town in search of the bar where their supplies were hopefully still stashed away. God forbid anyone waltzed into the place and found their things. All that would do would just pile shit on top of shit, and both he and Wesley would be screwed without the food and water stuffed into their backpacks.

Unlike Wesley, Levi chose to keep his eyes trained on their surroundings. Aside what was blocked by the hand he used to shield his eyes from the intense sunlight, he was able to see up and down the street with relative ease. It wouldn't do for them to get this far only for a ghoul to sneak up on them somehow. He cast another glance at Wesley, searching the man's face for an indication of the emotions that Wesley was just beginning to deal with. He frowned, feeling guilty about sending Wesley down the path towards cold-blooded murder. Levi cursed himself for being stuck with the mangled leg, mostly because he was sure that it would have been easier for him to deal with killing another man after having killed two already, both of whom he was particularly close with.

He returned his hazel gaze to their path, and not a moment later Wesley was asking a question of him. It took a moment for the man's words to register in his mind simply because he was deep in thought. He responded a few seconds later, saying, "I'm fine now. I'd argue that right now you're doing worse than me, though." He glanced at the man once again, although this time it didn't last nearly as long as before.

Silence settled over them both for a few moments as they continued at down the street at a snail's pace. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he offered after a minute of stillness.

// That's okay! Take all the time you need. Sorry for the short post, btw. Going through a bout of low muse at the moment.

Yes, Alexander knew. He would live here until he died, whether his death be untimely or natural. He was quickly getting more and more frustrated as the man continued to speak. Why couldn't the man believe him? Why couldn't he see that Alexander wasn't lying? In spite of his usually-calm demeanor, he wanted to lash out at the man until the doctor could see that. But he didn't, because where would that get him?

Finn's next words only served as a catalyst for Alexander. He didn't lash out, but all the frustration building up inside of him came flooding out in that moment. "Peace? I will never know peace, doctor," came his words, somewhat vicious in tone. "I've been able to see this shit for years. I can't even remember what it was like to not see these things. As long as they are there, and as long as they are real, I will never know peace. Never." These words were not as venomous as before, but they still carried the same weight. "No amount of medicine can make them go away. Medicine won't fix me if there's nothing wrong in the first place."

He leaned back a bit, covering his eyes with a hand. Did he want peace? Yes, without a doubt. But was it achievable? Alexander doubted that anything could relieve him of being witness to the supernatural aside from death. He sighed again, seemingly more settled down than he was previously. "Yes, doctor. I do want that. More than you know. But there's nothing that anyone can do to make it stop."

His hand only moved away from his face after the doctor offered to take him on a tour of the hospital. "Let's go, then," he responded, his tone much more akin to what it was at the outset of their conversation. He appeared to be calm now, although he was still quite irritated with his current situation. The man rose from the bed to his full height of six feet and five inches, easily a few inches taller than Dr. Edevane. He gestured towards the door, as if telling Finn to lead the way.

// Apologies for the short post. My muse is a bit low at the moment.

No worries! Take your time.

Bump? If you don't feel up to this thread anymore, that's fine. Just let me know.

That's okay! Take your time. c:

Hello! I'm Agara, and at the moment I'm pretty desperate for threads. In fact, I actually have no active threads at the moment, so I'm excited to get a few up and running!

I'd love to do a thread with both of you, and I'd love to hear whatever ideas y'all happen to have!

Llamas ! I'll definitely check it out and see if I like it!

xayah. I really like both of those ideas! But since I have to choose, I would go with plot 2. I would prefer to do a bxb just because I have more muse for that at the moment but if you're more comfortable with and/or have higher muse for a bxg we can totally do that!

Could you make the thread please? And if you don't mind, could it be a bxb? Thank you! c: