Welcome to the supernatural creature's haven, Kinau. Kinau is a fictitious town on the O'ahu island of Hawaii. Why supernaturals have congregated in the island city is still unknown, but the inhabitants, human and supernatural alike, are learning to adjust to their new reality.
This site aims for a supernatural spin on a slice-of-life city, complete with an academy and college to ensure everyone has a place here.
Events
the valentines dance is open to all. staff will post a starting thread and you can post an entry or make a thread of your own. the dance will take place near the beach. its all outdoors with the dance floor being in large pavilion.
for those that show up without a date. fret not. we have a little sign up sheet for blind dates.
if you don't want your character to participate in the blind date, don't worry they can still be part of the dance.
apart from the dance there will be food/drinks and of course access to the beach.
Updates
01/29 we have a new skin! a new species and are now accepting gradeschoolers incase anyone feels like making younger characters!
Ashamed of her non-human characteristics, Selene has lived a sheltered life as the adoptive daughter of a wealthy human family. Her mother, whom she adored deeply, ran her life like a puppeteer. She pushed her daughter into modeling because of the usagimimi's beauty. Eventually her family life fell apart once her father ran away with another woman. Her mother committed suicide afterwards. Selene lives mostly alone, in mourning, and trying to put herself and the family name back together.
Post by Selene Cœur on Jan 8, 2017 21:25:52 GMT -5
It happened again.
It was near the end of a school day, the last class period and it was when she needed her next textbook. Her locker was sparsely filled, simply of the books and school supplies like spare pencils and different colored pens. Honestly Selene wasn't the type to decorate a locker -- she only used it for what it was for. It wasn't like she'd spend a lot of time there anyways. She never did and never would of her last year of the academy.
Her blonde locks trailed behind her as she marched down the hallway, trying her best to stay out of the sight of many who occupied the hall. Students passed by, not noticing the blonde usagimimi as per usual. She never was a popular person at school -- her demeanor was called snobby at best by her peers -- a snobby rich girl she was to them. They were nothing to her, she believes or so she'd like to believe and repeat in her mind incessantly as her mother did many times before.
She stopped at her locker, blinking curiously at the sight. It was... open? How? Nobody else should know her code besides, well, herself. It was not completely close, but almost locked. A brow quirked in wonderment before she reached a hand over, her slender fingers cupping the edge of the locker door. Swiftly she open it only for a surprise.
SPLAT.
"...." Orange. Orange everywhere. A tangy, gaudy bright orange flowed down the bust of her white shirt, the paint so heavy that she could feel it stain through the fabric and bleed down. Her locker was not left without a touch of orange, all of the contents swamped. Someone had poured it in her locker, and once she had opened the door it splashed all over her and her clothing. From chest to feet, all of it was painted orange. Some was tangled in the unfortunate pieces of hair.
She froze almost on the spot, her violet eyes dully staring at her locker and then gazing at her clothing. Selene was sure she looked like a clown, because she Surely felt like one. Her head hung almost in defeat, her eyes lackluster. It was not a new occurrence that someone had done this but was wasn't exactly common either. She wasn't liked. She "thought she was better" than others here. Her clothes were a wreck, the light colors did not do well. These clothes. Ugly.
Like her.
What to do? She felt humiliated. She didn't want to waddle along to the office to ask to go home. There was nobody at home. But she didn't want to go to class either. Selene could feel some of the curious eyes on her as people passed at the predicament. She really hated this.
471 ◆ open ◆ over dramatic starter bc I am unoriginal :'^D
high school never ends. check out the popular kids- you'll never guess what jessica did!
[attr="class","posty"]
[attr="class","posttext"] The twins were not high school students. Rather, they were college volunteers going to an optional tutoring orientation during the "last hour" of high school classes- it'd be followed by "hands-on" experience with real high school students who needed to be tutored. Granted, though they claimed it was for a bit of extra cash and a CV line, the pair were most certainly more interested in the types of students that walked the halls, which is precisely why Remus watched them with his typical alertness, while Lavinia giggled at the "children". It was funny how much of a difference two short years made to them. Granted, their school was quite different than this one- neither twin could believe they'd ever been as bad as some of the immature teenagers whose antics they witnessed as they walked. [break][break] "Don't engage, you bleeding heart..." Lavinia warned, her voice hushed as she grabbed her brother's arm, hoping to slow his progress, or even stop him completely. It was clear to her he was heading directly for that hopeless girl with the orange paint all over her. They'd watched her open her locker, saw the paint splatter from a ways down the hall, and now Remus' attention had shifted from reaching their tutoring orientation to rescuing her. As far as Lavinia was concerned, her brother's chivalry was always misplaced, though she supposed this girl was as nice as any other person they were going to meet today. [break][break] "Shh, darling.." Remus replied to his sister before closing the distance between the twins and Selene. She didn't look like she was paying attention to anything besides the overly saturated locker, and to be frank, Remus didn't have a quick solution for the mess, but he was willing to attempt to find a solution with the blond. [break][break] "Are you alright? I'm Remus." Remus flashed her a smile, as if the paint didn't bother him in the least. It didn't, but his black pants, dress shoes, and white dress shirt probably should have kept him well away from the paint. "If you'll allow us, my sister Lavinia and I would like to help you." Despite his words indicating that she had a choice whether or not to let them help her, Remus pulled out a textbook from the locker, holding it by the spine to let the paint drip down onto the floor. [break][break] "Hmm..." Remus mumbled, as if perplexed by the extent of the damage the paint had done. [break][break] "Please, excuse my brother." Lavinia apologized for Remus, her smile sweet as she brushed a bit of her black hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, her own purple eyes watching the blond's expression. "He means well."
[attr="class","notes"]
notes purple eyes, orange paint- it could be kind of attractive if she gives it a chance ~ also, I know my kids are college kids, but i love your writing, & I want in on this, & .... I will pay off anyone who gives me shit about it. [break][break] Selene Cœur
Ashamed of her non-human characteristics, Selene has lived a sheltered life as the adoptive daughter of a wealthy human family. Her mother, whom she adored deeply, ran her life like a puppeteer. She pushed her daughter into modeling because of the usagimimi's beauty. Eventually her family life fell apart once her father ran away with another woman. Her mother committed suicide afterwards. Selene lives mostly alone, in mourning, and trying to put herself and the family name back together.
Unsightly. Pitiful. Which other words could be used for her situation? She stared hard as if the paint would eventually evaporate from her clothing, her locker, the hall, and this sudden event would fade away. There was chatter still in the hall, but none was enough to enter into her ears and for her brain to process. None of the whispers or giggles. None of the stares on her as people passed registered or were felt. She had an inkling that they were there, but paid no heed. Nobody wanted to step on the orange substance with their fine school shoes anyways. Nobody wanted to be dirtied like the still blonde at her locker.
Well, a fine majority anyways because even so she thought she'd be alone in her puddle to play in, Selene didn't notice the pair of individuals that slipped into the world of orange paint. "Are you alright? I'm Remus," he spoke first with a gentle, melting smile. Maybe that smile could evaporate the paint. Flaxen locks flicked away at the sharp turn of her head, her eyes as intense as amethyst-colored ice to gaze at the young man and lady that accompanied him. Her lips in their usual impassive line and her eyes stoic -- it was an expression for her that was common yet not necessarily reflective of her emotions. The empathetic smile however that Remus possessed made the ice soften; her eyes once sturdy and indifferent were sullen and doleful. "If you'll allow us, my sister Lavinia and I would like to help you."
Help. But they didn't need too. Not that she didn't want help but they didn't need to be so kind. She was simply a victim of (most likely) bullying -- it was unoriginal, a tale as old as time. Her eyes studied the two. The young lady, Lavinia, was one with dark features of ebony locks and purple eyes which only empathized the fair skinned she possessed. They were bright but darker in shade than Remus's forest green irises. These matched his dark brown hair which styled itself almost messily. But it didn't look bad. They weren't bad looking, though perhaps in her eyes their acts of compassion made them look more appealing (which would be ironic, if she knew of their race). One thing, however, that did catch her wavering eyes was the white of Remus's shirt and the orange that masked the fine dresses shoes.
She stiffened at his actions, as he observed the locker with a hum. The blonde wanted it to stop -- what if they got dirty? Didn't they care? She didn't want to cause anyone problems, whether or not they walked up. She didn't want to bother anybody. A young lady, as her childhood taught, was not to be seen unless called for. A young lady did not cause messes and bother others with her problems either. Stop it, she wanted to declare. "Please, excuse my brother," Lavinia smiled sweetly as if she caught onto the blonde's thoughts, "He means well." Selene almost bit her lip at the saccharine words.
"It's fine," she spoke lightly. Her tone wavered a bit, something which bothered her -- normally she could keep some composure to where she sounded completely serene. "But..." Quickly her eyes glanced away from the duo like a child awaiting a scolding for their mess. "...But you don't need to help. I'm fine. It's alright. It happens. Sometimes." It almost sounded like she was more so convincing herself if anybody. The usagimimi sighed, her attention back at the pair. "Well, I, um, don't want to keep you wanting for your next class. The teachers are strict I hear if you miss out. I can try to clean it up since it's my fault. Thank you though I'm grateful for the concern."
645 ◆ @revin ◆ aaa thank you!! ♡ and maybe next fall orange paint could be in fashion in kinau c';
high school never ends. check out the popular kids- you'll never guess what jessica did!
[attr="class","posty"]
[attr="class","posttext] “This has happened before?” Remus’ eyes flashed with sudden anger- it was the demon in him, ready to embrace even the slightest hint of anger that he started to feel. It wasn’t that he was overly impassioned over her, he didn’t even know her name, and well… this wasn’t the worst “prank” he’d ever seen. But in the moment, his green eyes were bright, his jaw set, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her answer. [break][break] “Remus, don’t scare her.” Lavinia coaxed. Her brother’s intensity wasn’t exactly … well, appreciated, to put it mildly. And Selene didn’t look particularly enthused by them, or appreciative of their help. Though, that didn’t matter to Vin, and judging by Remus, didn’t matter to him, either. [break][break] “We’re not students, and I have no earthly idea how you think you’re going to clean this up by yourself. Lavinia and I will help.” Remus repeated definitively. The situation seemed hopeless, but he thought having someone there to lend a hand would lessen the embarrassment and sheer overwhelming impact of the situation. [break][break] “What he means is, we’re college students. We’re here to tutor.” Lavinia clarified, shooting her brother an annoyed look. Not that he bothered to turn his gaze away from the blond. She wasn’t jealous- that wasn’t it. Just … annoyed. He always got so fixated on things that, to her, didn’t matter. Maybe it was just that she took longer to warm to people than her twin did. [break][break] “Um... “ Remus hesitated. How did one phrase this? His uncertainty was etched into his pale features. How indeed. He’d just have to come out with it. “I’m not judging. This isn’t your fault. But, it might make you feel better to wipe some of that off. My sister can accompany you, if you’d like.” [break][break] “She’ll just get more paint on it when she cleans this up.” Vin scolded. He really was hopeless. It wasn't that he didn't think things through, it was more that he was far more people-oriented, and the poor boy was far more inclined to do all the work himself than to trouble her, even if it was her locker and definitely not his problem. Vin could understand it if the person in question aided them in some way, but this was just some high school student! Her brother was truly a mystery sometimes. [break][break] “Oh… Then let’s clean it up quickly, shall we?” Remus smiled again. As if that weren’t the original plan. “Let’s start with whatever you need first. What’s priority-number-one?” This, this prioritization, was done in an attempt to get her to open up a bit and to make her feel more in control of a situation that was clearly out of anyone’s control. She looked so composed though… Remus couldn’t help but wonder- perhaps presume?- that it was a front, that he was going to get tears before this was over. Granted, he could have misjudged the situation, but that was the belief he was going with.
[attr="class","notes"]
notes first day of classes... didn't have as much time as i expected to get this reply up earlier in the day. sorry about that- i will get better <3 [break][break] Selene Cœur
Ashamed of her non-human characteristics, Selene has lived a sheltered life as the adoptive daughter of a wealthy human family. Her mother, whom she adored deeply, ran her life like a puppeteer. She pushed her daughter into modeling because of the usagimimi's beauty. Eventually her family life fell apart once her father ran away with another woman. Her mother committed suicide afterwards. Selene lives mostly alone, in mourning, and trying to put herself and the family name back together.
Post by Selene Cœur on Jan 10, 2017 23:05:39 GMT -5
He was angry... for her sake? The girl felt herself tense up at the sudden flare of the demon's. Worry was one of the things she felt piling up when the forest green eyes of her helpers flashed with vexation. Though she also felt responsible. "U-Um..." She stuttered, trying to seek for a solution. What could she say? She already messed up, didn't she? Could she undo the damage? Though it was strange. The last time someone got angry for her was probably when her father was still around -- mother never got angry for her, rather she got angry at her -- when she was younger father would be the one upset with the treatment she'd be given. You're strong, stand up for yourself sometimes alright my dear? It felt odd yet reassuring to think of it in that way. But she still had guilt eat at her.
"Remus, don't scare her," his sister gently remarked. Her attention shifted at the older girl. She was so calm, so put together. Selene almost felt admiration towards the ebony haired demon -- she was elegant, kind, and pretty. There was a peculiar feeling of admiration bit also jealousy wrapped up into one. Maybe it was because of her upbringing, but it hurt a bit for the usagimimi to think about. The blonde frowned at the tide all wave of emotion only a few moments could cause. She didn't like it.
“We’re not students, and I have no earthly idea how you think you’re going to clean this up by yourself. Lavinia and I will help.” She blinked. No wonder she didn't recognize them. Well frankly she didn't pay much heed to her classmates so she didn't know them well but there would usually be some familiarity for her. Plus they'd know what type of person she was -- she was sure some people in her grade knew despite her never really talking.
“What he means is, we’re college students. We’re here to tutor.”
"I... see," she murmured softly. Her fingers idly played with the ends of her pigtails, fiddling with the small lumps of dried paint in them. "Well, I guess there's no class for you to go to then. Hm." Surely they had better things to do? She just felt so... bad. But they seemed to really want to help, right? Or so it seemed. It seemed she wasn't the only hesitant one either.
"Um... I’m not judging. This isn’t your fault. But, it might make you feel better to wipe some of that off. My sister can accompany you, if you’d like.” To wipe it off... Yet it only get messier though; was it the suggestion of him being here with the mess? She wouldn't let some stranger clean up her mess anyways! She was already dirtied, there was no way around it sadly. Plus there was the possibility of a teacher coming through to see the puddles with Remus and that was a thought she didn't want to happen. She inhaled.
"Actually--"
“She’ll just get more paint on it when she cleans this up.” Exactly. The girl simply nodded, her hair bounced with the motion.
“Oh… Then let’s clean it up quickly, shall we?” Remus smiled, and so did the usagimimi in return. It was a light smile. At least the thought counted? “Let’s start with whatever you need first. What’s priority-number-one?” Ah.
"Pri.... Me? Well..." She glanced away. What she wanted? That was a new question for someone to ask her. Normally she had an answer. But normally she had her mother by her side when she did, nodding and judging her daughter's tone and diction along the way. The answers then we're always so simple. The question was always expected to be asked. But today she didn't anticipate the question, she didn't rehearse her answer, and mother wasn't here to remind her. I don't know felt like an appropriate answer, something that any person would say yet she couldn't bring herself to say it. It felt incomplete. Let's just go with the simplest answer. "I want." Remember, it's polite to have eye contact. Selene looked back at the two, "I want to just get this cleaned up first. After, I'll just go home since I don't think the teachers will appreciate me being a distraction in this. That's all."
"Also, thank you for your help. I may seem like I don't appreciate it but I do. I'm not good with expressing it sometimes. I just didn't want to bother anybody is all. But still, thank you. You're both very kind." There, that felt a bit better. A gentle smile played at her lips, naturally forming to show her relief. Not forced, not superficial like the way her mother or father would sometimes smile but genuine. "I just hope that I'm not taking away study time from anybody you're tutoring today."
"Ah, about the mess. Hm... I think there should be something nearby to help clean it. Like a janitors closet. Since it's school hours still it shouldn't be locked?"
843 ◆ @revin ◆ don't worry! I hope the first day went ok. also don't worry about word count I just tend to ramble when I write
CURSED NIGHTS is the original work of XAN, JADE, MAGMA, and RAE. Any and all content is copyrighted to CURSED NIGHTS.
Copying, altering, or stealing any of the site's content is prohibited.
All of CURSED NIGHTS' characters are the original work of their owners may not be replicated or stolen.
All images and graphics belong to their rightful owners and CURSED NIGHTS does not claim to own any of them.
The skin was created by TIMELAPSE OF WICKED WONDERLAND.
also, I know my kids are college kids, but i love your writing, & I want in on this, & .... I will pay off anyone who gives me shit about it.