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The Morrisons

[solarpurpura]

[It is obvious that these people are Eden's family. There is no denying the pale cast of their skin, their dark hair, and the dirt-blackness of their eyes, the hungry appearance of pure white teeth. They are family, yes, but there are clear delineations. Eden's brothers and sisters gather around her, presided over by their parents.

Eden's children and their cousins form their own little party, although there is a hideous looking boy with claws and teeth and a thick muscular tail who sits apart from them, looking sullen and jealous.

And further from the rest, a group of twelve motley looking teenagers are lounging around on the grass, filthy and crass. They drink and smoke and curse loudly. A small blonde girl leaps onto her older brother and begins to punch him in the mouth furiously until he goes limp and she gets off him, looking satisfied.

None of them seem terribly distressed by Prom's scenery, they're a magical breed, why should it trouble them? It seems, to them, like a new land: ready for conquering. ]

[[ooc; if you have

[vanagandr]

[ Eden has pack here, apparently, but she's part of his pack, which makes it his duty to check them out. He's careful enough not to approach in his typical size, growing a bit larger -- he is a wolf, he is a god, he is a threat. ]

[blckbrry]

[This 'pack', as you call it, belongs to Bethlehem. She is Hill mother now, and Eden belongs to her: body, mind, and soul.

Still she comes forward quietly at the beast's approach. She has the same large eyes as Eden, brown like a cow's, and there is nothing but filth and pitch swimming beneath that gaze.]

Greetings, doom wolf. I am Bethlehem, and you have done a kindness to my daughter.

done for this round

[peremonere]

[He stands a step behind his wife, a cigarette at his mouth, looking at the wolf silently. He's long since fallen out of the habit of introducing himself, and sure enough, Bethle motions to him,]

And here is father Morrison, who welcomes you among us as gladly as I.

[A faint smile crosses his lips. Maybe he wouldn't go that far, but he inclines his head in greeting at all the same. He knows how this shit goes.]

Everywhere. At once. Simultaneously.

[makesitspicy]

Hello, Promenadians

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

[maniacal_beat]

[The Master is just. Staring. WTF.]

[makesitspicy]

I'm on a horse.

[maniacal_beat]

Yeah, I think I can tell that.

Anywhere. Creeper Angel is creeping.

[alonelyassassin]

[It just looks like an ordinary angel statue. Hands cover the eyes as it just sits there.

Waiting.

Don't look away.

Don't even blink.]

[makesitspicy]

Hello, Weeping Angels. Look at your prey. Now back to me. Does your prey look like me? No. Do they smell like me? No. Even you know better than to go after someone who smells so manly.

Now look at each other- Oh, right, I'm sorry. Go ahead and just keep looking at me. We will pretend you have looked at each other, and now back to me. What did you notice? That's right, you're all weeping. Why is that? It's because of your weak, lady-like scent. With Old Spice Bodywash, there are no tears.

Disclaimer! Old Spice Bodywash is a bodywash and not meant to be applied to the eyes. There might be tears then, especially from those not manly enough to handle it.

[alonelyassassin]

[The angel is unimpressed by the speech, and does it do what he asks? No. It's completely still.]

[makesitspicy]

Dangerous staring contest!

The Sernas

[limu_o_pele]

[A large group of people gathered at the beach, what they all might have to do with one another isn't initially clear, but Bowen and Asha's place in the centre of the group might give a clue.

It all looks very friendly and good-spirited, aside from the lone dark-haired boy that's placed himself away from the rest, and is very determinedly ignoring his older brother's attempts to ease his bitter mood.

Bowen might be looking a bit embarrassed by all the fuss, but obviously pleased to have his (real) twin sister there, finally. The other Asha has tucked herself into her (real) twin's side, and is unlikely to move away from him for a good long time.]

[[ooc: if you want someone specific, just ask in the subject line! Otherwise choice will be random.]]

FIRST GENERATIONSECOND GENERATIONTHIRD GENERATION

Acacio Serna; Koke
(Desidero Fuentes; Koke)
Dominique de Tisi; Koke
(Jackie Bledsoe-Follet; Vee)
(Jast Albrin; Vee)Fela Luisa Delmas; Vee

anywhere; everywhere

[smaaaashing]

[Such marvelous opportunities await! This mad man is roaming around everywhere, camera in hand, Attenborough-esque commentary never ceasing.

There is a quiet blargharghaaargharghaaargh carried on the wind.]

[fearyourmind]

[What is even that sound he is making??

Oh, don't mind this kid. He'll just be standing nearby, silently judging you.]

[smaaaashing]

[Don't judge Nigel - he is awesome personified. And that sound is the call of the wild Thornberry male when excited by all the wonderful discoveries he may make.]

Well hello! A fellow nature lover are you?

[fearyourmind]

I suppose so? [He's not particularly a fan of nature, but he won't deny that it can be interesting.] Why would that matter?