The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[FrankieDoodle]

Kevin was oblivious to the commotion happening downstairs. He was strictly focused on finding Aria, and possibly his hair tie.
Where is she? He thought, getting progressively more worried with every room he searched that turned up empty.
His heart skipped a beat, fear, followed by guilt, threatening to take over. What if she had drunkenly wandered outside and been taken by a We-sa? It would’ve been all his fault. And for what? A few minutes of peace?
He brushed a lock of hair out of his face, taking a deep breath as he calmed himself. She had likely just fallen asleep in a corner somewhere, though his dread spiked as the last room came up empty.

Maybe I missed her downstairs, Kevin told himself, turning around. Maybe someone has seen her.
He turned, his boots hitting heavily against the floor as he trotted down the steps. By now he wasn’t worried about waking anyone up, having heard voices loudly talking. He strained his ears, yet couldn’t make out what they were saying.
As he reached the bottom of the croaky steps, he froze, his hand gripping on to the rail. The first thing he noticed was blood, followed by everyone crowded around a mattress. His brows furrowed in concern, torn between rushing to whoever the blood belonged to, and grabbing his shotgun from upstairs. Whatever had caused so much damage had to have still been close.

 

[Amer]

Fred helped him look, he found a strange white power which smelled a bit like sugar. “Here Colby taste this” Fred held out the bag to him

(DEAD)

Little coherency was left in Blair's thoughts.
The room was too crowded. Too loud. The amount of questions being thrown at her the moment she sank onto the mattress- forgiving and soothing for her aching bones -was overwhelming.
Her gaze came up from the floor, trying to distinguish one voice from another. There was momentarily a feeling that she was quite detached from her physical form.
Hey. Wake up. You're bleeding.
She snapped out of it, ignoring everyone and pulling the side of her shirt up enough to inspect her wound. It wasn't deep, the flesh was torn open along her ribs, but not horribly. A rib was noticeably broken, however, and that would be the cause of her inability to properly breathe.
She looked upwards sharply when Hana came over, and Kyle started speaking to her at the same time. She stared, eyes widened, at Kyle, unable to comprehend what his little voice was saying amongst the many louder voices.




Aella had been awake before even the sun.
Scratch that, she had never even fallen asleep. Avoiding Ciro like the plague, she had herself perched on a stool with her hair tied up, strands falling into her face. After having lived in the streets of New York, she wasn't one to sleep much.

Observing people had to be one of her best talents. It was her way of figuring out what they truly meant when they spoke. Whether someone was lying or not. Whether someone was actually scared or not.
So she saw, instantly, the fear in not just the eyes, but the body and faces of the group when they heard two pairs of heavy, uneven footsteps. They froze like prey animals, heads snapping up from their conversations at lightning speed, and even she tensed, wielding a fistful of fire.

That was until, Demon-Boy fell through the doorway, and Wolf-Girl stood there, clinging to the doorframe. It was, obviously, concerning that Take had suddenly faceplanted, but Blair's condition was even more so. The girl was trembling from head to toe, barely coherent when the little bird boy helped her over to the bed. Werewolf. That's right.

It was strange. Blair always had an air of strength to her. El knew what werewolves were capable of, especially when it came to their soulmates. Normally, if someone in the room had hurt Take, Blair could easily take them all out in a matter of seconds. Now, she was more scared of a fly then Blair.

She watched intently as Blair lifted her shirt, revealing not only a crisscrossing of scars, but a wound above a misshapen rib.
A part of her wanted to flee, to be sick at the sight of the weeping wound, but she stayed when she saw the confusion in Blair's face. She was clearly overwhelmed, gaze flickering between everyone, but not responding to anything.
On an impulsive whim, Aella jumped up from her seat, crossing the room quickly and pushing her way past the group surrounding the werewolf. "Let her breathe. You're scaring her." She told them, her voice neither cruel nor kind when she spoke, only clear and firm.

She bent to get to Blair's level, not looking her in the eyes.
Never look a wolf right in the eye.
The overpopulation of werewolf packs in the city handled her to know how to deal with the injured ones. They had to be treated almost childlike.
"Is that the only place it hurts?" She pointed to Blair's wound, looking at her face for a response.
"Y-yeah..."
"Okay. Breathe. None of these people are going to hurt you, alright? They're trying to help." From the look on the girls face, she wasn't dealing with quite Blair and not quite the wolf either. "Can they fix your wound?"
Blair slowly nodded, and Aella backed away from her. "Okay. Anyone who knows how to wrap a wound, please help her. The rest of you, scatter. She doesn't need everyone staring at her."

Kyle was about to protest and even lifted a finger to do so, then thought better of questioning a fire-wielding, unstable, much bigger than him Aella and got out of the way.
“Of course!” He said.
When Aella made the last statement, he drew closer again.
“I can dress the wound. I just need guaze and disinfectant. She doesn’t even need sutures.”

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Little coherency was left in Blair's thoughts.
The room was too crowded. Too loud. The amount of questions being thrown at her the moment she sank onto the mattress- forgiving and soothing for her aching bones -was overwhelming.
Her gaze came up from the floor, trying to distinguish one voice from another. There was momentarily a feeling that she was quite detached from her physical form.
Hey. Wake up. You're bleeding.
She snapped out of it, ignoring everyone and pulling the side of her shirt up enough to inspect her wound. It wasn't deep, the flesh was torn open along her ribs, but not horribly. A rib was noticeably broken, however, and that would be the cause of her inability to properly breathe.
She looked upwards sharply when Hana came over, and Kyle started speaking to her at the same time. She stared, eyes widened, at Kyle, unable to comprehend what his little voice was saying amongst the many louder voices.




Aella had been awake before even the sun.
Scratch that, she had never even fallen asleep. Avoiding Ciro like the plague, she had herself perched on a stool with her hair tied up, strands falling into her face. After having lived in the streets of New York, she wasn't one to sleep much.

Observing people had to be one of her best talents. It was her way of figuring out what they truly meant when they spoke. Whether someone was lying or not. Whether someone was actually scared or not.
So she saw, instantly, the fear in not just the eyes, but the body and faces of the group when they heard two pairs of heavy, uneven footsteps. They froze like prey animals, heads snapping up from their conversations at lightning speed, and even she tensed, wielding a fistful of fire.

That was until, Demon-Boy fell through the doorway, and Wolf-Girl stood there, clinging to the doorframe. It was, obviously, concerning that Take had suddenly faceplanted, but Blair's condition was even more so. The girl was trembling from head to toe, barely coherent when the little bird boy helped her over to the bed. Werewolf. That's right.

It was strange. Blair always had an air of strength to her. El knew what werewolves were capable of, especially when it came to their soulmates. Normally, if someone in the room had hurt Take, Blair could easily take them all out in a matter of seconds. Now, she was more scared of a fly then Blair.

She watched intently as Blair lifted her shirt, revealing not only a crisscrossing of scars, but a wound above a misshapen rib.
A part of her wanted to flee, to be sick at the sight of the weeping wound, but she stayed when she saw the confusion in Blair's face. She was clearly overwhelmed, gaze flickering between everyone, but not responding to anything.
On an impulsive whim, Aella jumped up from her seat, crossing the room quickly and pushing her way past the group surrounding the werewolf. "Let her breathe. You're scaring her." She told them, her voice neither cruel nor kind when she spoke, only clear and firm.

She bent to get to Blair's level, not looking her in the eyes.
Never look a wolf right in the eye.
The overpopulation of werewolf packs in the city handled her to know how to deal with the injured ones. They had to be treated almost childlike.
"Is that the only place it hurts?" She pointed to Blair's wound, looking at her face for a response.
"Y-yeah..."
"Okay. Breathe. None of these people are going to hurt you, alright? They're trying to help." From the look on the girls face, she wasn't dealing with quite Blair and not quite the wolf either. "Can they fix your wound?"
Blair slowly nodded, and Aella backed away from her. "Okay. Anyone who knows how to wrap a wound, please help her. The rest of you, scatter. She doesn't need everyone staring at her."

Kevin was oblivious to the commotion happening downstairs. He was strictly focused on finding Aria, and possibly his hair tie.
Where is she? He thought, getting progressively more worried with every room he searched that turned up empty.
His heart skipped a beat, fear, followed by guilt, threatening to take over. What if she had drunkenly wandered outside and been taken by a We-sa? It would’ve been all his fault. And for what? A few minutes of peace?
He brushed a lock of hair out of his face, taking a deep breath as he calmed himself. She had likely just fallen asleep in a corner somewhere, though his dread spiked as the last room came up empty.

Maybe I missed her downstairs, Kevin told himself, turning around. Maybe someone has seen her.
He turned, his boots hitting heavily against the floor as he trotted down the steps. By now he wasn’t worried about waking anyone up, having heard voices loudly talking. He strained his ears, yet couldn’t make out what they were saying.
As he reached the bottom of the croaky steps, he froze, his hand gripping on to the rail. The first thing he noticed was blood, followed by everyone crowded around a mattress. His brows furrowed in concern, torn between rushing to whoever the blood belonged to, and grabbing his shotgun from upstairs. Whatever had caused so much damage had to have still been close.

(DEAD)

Kyle was about to protest and even lifted a finger to do so, then thought better of questioning a fire-wielding, unstable, much bigger than him Aella and got out of the way.
“Of course!” He said.
When Aella made the last statement, he drew closer again.
“I can dress the wound. I just need guaze and disinfectant. She doesn’t even need sutures.”

Hana felt herself freeze for moment when Aella made her presence known. She couldn’t explain the feeling but it was vague. Pushing it away to the back of her mind like she did with all her feelings, she set the bottle of alcohol next to Kyle. “I’ll try to find some.” she said firmly, standing up and making her way towards the stairs. Hana gave a glance at Kevin as she ascended, noticing the shock but subtle resolve in his face. She didn’t bother to share a word as she continued on her way. Once she reached the top she barely noticed she was in her socks, having being used to hearing the heavy stomping noise from her boots. She had been slightly confused by how everyone seemed a little bit taller, especially Kevin who she didn’t mind borrowing a couple inches off him if she could.

 

[Amer]

Hana felt herself freeze for moment when Aella made her presence known. She couldn’t explain the feeling but it was vague. Pushing it away to the back of her mind like she did with all her feelings, she set the bottle of alcohol next to Kyle. “I’ll try to find some.” she said firmly, standing up and making her way towards the stairs. Hana gave a glance at Kevin as she ascended, noticing the shock but subtle resolve in his face. She didn’t bother to share a word as she continued on her way. Once she reached the top she barely noticed she was in her socks, having being used to hearing the heavy stomping noise from her boots. She had been slightly confused by how everyone seemed a little bit taller, especially Kevin who she didn’t mind borrowing a couple inches off him if she could.

Kyle solemnly unscrewed the cap. Fortunately the bottle was full enough that he could reach in and splash the alcohol into the cap. He set the cap down and found a miraculously unsoiled edge of Blair’s sleeve and tore the fabric, which was fortunately very thin. The shirt was probably unsalvageable anyways, no matter what the thrifty Borealans had to say about that. He dipped the cloth into the alcohol and cleaned Blair’s wound.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Little coherency was left in Blair's thoughts.
The room was too crowded. Too loud. The amount of questions being thrown at her the moment she sank onto the mattress- forgiving and soothing for her aching bones -was overwhelming.
Her gaze came up from the floor, trying to distinguish one voice from another. There was momentarily a feeling that she was quite detached from her physical form.
Hey. Wake up. You're bleeding.
She snapped out of it, ignoring everyone and pulling the side of her shirt up enough to inspect her wound. It wasn't deep, the flesh was torn open along her ribs, but not horribly. A rib was noticeably broken, however, and that would be the cause of her inability to properly breathe.
She looked upwards sharply when Hana came over, and Kyle started speaking to her at the same time. She stared, eyes widened, at Kyle, unable to comprehend what his little voice was saying amongst the many louder voices.




Aella had been awake before even the sun.
Scratch that, she had never even fallen asleep. Avoiding Ciro like the plague, she had herself perched on a stool with her hair tied up, strands falling into her face. After having lived in the streets of New York, she wasn't one to sleep much.

Observing people had to be one of her best talents. It was her way of figuring out what they truly meant when they spoke. Whether someone was lying or not. Whether someone was actually scared or not.
So she saw, instantly, the fear in not just the eyes, but the body and faces of the group when they heard two pairs of heavy, uneven footsteps. They froze like prey animals, heads snapping up from their conversations at lightning speed, and even she tensed, wielding a fistful of fire.

That was until, Demon-Boy fell through the doorway, and Wolf-Girl stood there, clinging to the doorframe. It was, obviously, concerning that Take had suddenly faceplanted, but Blair's condition was even more so. The girl was trembling from head to toe, barely coherent when the little bird boy helped her over to the bed. Werewolf. That's right.

It was strange. Blair always had an air of strength to her. El knew what werewolves were capable of, especially when it came to their soulmates. Normally, if someone in the room had hurt Take, Blair could easily take them all out in a matter of seconds. Now, she was more scared of a fly then Blair.

She watched intently as Blair lifted her shirt, revealing not only a crisscrossing of scars, but a wound above a misshapen rib.
A part of her wanted to flee, to be sick at the sight of the weeping wound, but she stayed when she saw the confusion in Blair's face. She was clearly overwhelmed, gaze flickering between everyone, but not responding to anything.
On an impulsive whim, Aella jumped up from her seat, crossing the room quickly and pushing her way past the group surrounding the werewolf. "Let her breathe. You're scaring her." She told them, her voice neither cruel nor kind when she spoke, only clear and firm.

She bent to get to Blair's level, not looking her in the eyes.
Never look a wolf right in the eye.
The overpopulation of werewolf packs in the city handled her to know how to deal with the injured ones. They had to be treated almost childlike.
"Is that the only place it hurts?" She pointed to Blair's wound, looking at her face for a response.
"Y-yeah..."
"Okay. Breathe. None of these people are going to hurt you, alright? They're trying to help." From the look on the girls face, she wasn't dealing with quite Blair and not quite the wolf either. "Can they fix your wound?"
Blair slowly nodded, and Aella backed away from her. "Okay. Anyone who knows how to wrap a wound, please help her. The rest of you, scatter. She doesn't need everyone staring at her."

Kipp who had remained crouched next to Blair heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd imagined. Though a broken rib could possibly kill her, if she'd made it this far without drowning in blood she would probably be fine.

Aella's suggestion that they wrap a broken rib earned her a scowl, but Kyle who had taken over seemed to know what he was doing. So Kipp turned to check on Take instead.

"You still living? What happened?" He asked not entirely sure Take was awake.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Kipp who had remained crouched next to Blair heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd imagined. Though a broken rib could possibly kill her, if she'd made it this far without drowning in blood she would probably be fine.

Aella's suggestion that they wrap a broken rib earned her a scowl, but Kyle who had taken over seemed to know what he was doing. So Kipp turned to check on Take instead.

"You still living? What happened?" He asked not entirely sure Take was awake.

Take, who was out like a light the second he collapsed onto the floor was unable to respond to any of Kipps questions as he slept. Sleeping safe and sound with a blanket laid out on top of him, Take turned over on his side, and not only seconds later did a manly ‘toot’ come from his backside. Of course even while he slept, a proud smile graced his lips after his expulsion of gas.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Charlie’s eyes were drawn to the door when it was slammed in a very loud and threatening way. Then, Take fell through. He was accompanied by Blair, who looked like she had been fighting with a bear, or perhaps got eaten by a bear then spit out, then eaten again.
“Uh, morning?” Charlie offered weakly to the log-appearing Take. Then,
“What the hell happened to you guys?!”

( )




(She got yeeted )
Charlie, just standing there uselessly as his arm slowly turned invisible from the hand up, didn’t know what to do. He was snapped back into reality at Kipp’s command, and went off to try and locate medical items. His head still hurt, but he was used to it. Headaches, not hangovers.
Steering towards the counter where the fox-kid and the kid-kid were attempting some food or science experiment, he started looking in drawers for anything that appeared useful.

“Ok good to know” Fred nodded and continued on his hunt for sugar

After rifling through a dozen more cabinets and unable to exhume anything unrelated to alcohol, Colby was starting to get frustrated. Yes, it was obvious that he couldn't help with the current situation that everyone was violently concerned with, and made even more obvious by Aella's demand for dispersement, but he really wanted to do what he could for the happiness value by getting everyone fed. So he wasn't about to give up on recruiting the scoop. "Hey, Charlie, when was the last time you saw Korim?"

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Kyle solemnly unscrewed the cap. Fortunately the bottle was full enough that he could reach in and splash the alcohol into the cap. He set the cap down and found a miraculously unsoiled edge of Blair’s sleeve and tore the fabric, which was fortunately very thin. The shirt was probably unsalvageable anyways, no matter what the thrifty Borealans had to say about that. He dipped the cloth into the alcohol and cleaned Blair’s wound.

Blair winced, inhaling sharply, which didn't help the pain at all, and looking away. It stung, but she knew it was healing. It had been worse.
She was quickly becoming aware that Emma and Kit were nowhere to be seen. "Emma." She muttered, slowly pulling away from Kyle. "Where's Emma?"

 

[Amer]

Take, who was out like a light the second he collapsed onto the floor was unable to respond to any of Kipps questions as he slept. Sleeping safe and sound with a blanket laid out on top of him, Take turned over on his side, and not only seconds later did a manly ‘toot’ come from his backside. Of course even while he slept, a proud smile graced his lips after his expulsion of gas.

Great. Kyle was on the floor, near Take. And he could not escape the odor. He stepped between his feet uncomfortably.

After rifling through a dozen more cabinets and unable to exhume anything unrelated to alcohol, Colby was starting to get frustrated. Yes, it was obvious that he couldn't help with the current situation that everyone was violently concerned with, and made even more obvious by Aella's demand for dispersement, but he really wanted to do what he could for the happiness value by getting everyone fed. So he wasn't about to give up on recruiting the scoop. "Hey, Charlie, when was the last time you saw Korim?"

(For all concerned he is sleeping like a baby on the mattress in the main room. So yeah, in the middle of the room, oblivious to everything.)

 

[Amer]

Blair winced, inhaling sharply, which didn't help the pain at all, and looking away. It stung, but she knew it was healing. It had been worse.
She was quickly becoming aware that Emma and Kit were nowhere to be seen. "Emma." She muttered, slowly pulling away from Kyle. "Where's Emma?"

“Emma is still in the other room,” Kyle reassured her. He had seen her while Rylie had patrolled the house, making sure all was right. “Now please lie back down. Hannah is still trying to find some gauze.”