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!
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 29, 2016 0:36:52 GMT -5
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[attr="class","friends"]don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live? don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquint kids? like, hush now, don't say, don't say. hush boy! oh, hush boy. don't say a word.
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Bedtimes at Basile's house were... well, complicated. Tavian was pretty strict, he pretended his kids had a ten PM bedtime, but Yuuma? Yuuma could be reasoned with. Which is precisely what Basile had tried to do when he came home at midnight, hiding an alcohol buzz from an underaged party. [break][break] Who knew what was waiting for him at home now. If Yuuma told Tavi, all bets were off. So, the blond was definitely not thinking about it. At all. He had plans for the weekend, after all! And it wasn't like he had a ton of freetime to spare to begin with- the theater activities he participated in took a lot of time, and left him often exhausted. Could his parents really blame him for wanting one night out like a normal teenager? And besides, Augustine and he stayed up past midnight most nights anyway, so what was the big deal? Somehow he didn't think his parents would be as nonchalant as he was... [break][break] Well, no use dwelling on it. Reasoning with Tavi wouldn't do much good. So there Basile Melikov was, at school on time to avoid further scolding. This was on-your-best-behavior day if ever there was one. Dressed in a wrinkled t-shirt- had he changed it this morning? It didn't smell like beer, at least- a tight off-white canvas jacket, and baggy blue jeans, he looked fairly normal. His blond hair with the red highlight was groomed, his grin in place. He was quick to laugh with all his friends, and equally quick with the superficial answers to their questions. He'd followed them to the students' building, considering: could this be an impromptu sleepover? He'd like to avoid the inevitable as long as possible, so he could crash on the couch for a night, right? Text Yuuma, tell him he was fine, late study group... why he hadn't done that in the first place, blamed it on studying, he didn't know. [break][break] Everything was going smashingly. Everything, that was, until someone ran into him. The werewolf growled instinctively, his eyes bright and alert as he turned to face them. [break][break] "Watch it!" the werewolf barked.
Zachary was on campus, having scheduled times to be in certain classes as to give students an idea about his company. Normally his employees did this for him but he found it somewhat fun and it still counted as doing his job. The only down fall was it added to his load of stuff to do for the day. He wore a red dress shirt with black slacks, he was always formal but his shirt wasn't always white nor did he wear a suit. That was reserved for other meetings. He made his way down the hall, entering the first classroom. His end goal was to introduce his company to the students, notice those who could benefit his company so that he could encourage and help support them in college so they could build a career within his company.
Having finished going around campus, he made his way down the hall, planning on roaming as he made his exit. Zachary had been in deep though, using cards to explain his company was impossible, leaving him to memorize. He was thinking about how he could have made the company sound better when he had bumped into somebody else. He took a step back, straightening himself as Basile turnef around and made his comment at him. Zachary held a blank expression on his face as he thought of the proper way of handling this situation. With a small smile forming on his face, he apologized.
"I apologise, I should have watched where I was going." It was one he phrased long ago, unfortunately, it didn't have much meaning behide it because to him it was just another script to get him to twist words. He didn't believe himself the only one to blame but at this current moment he was focused on keeping his anger in check over picking a fight with a student he believed he'd likely win. "Good day." He nodded his head slightly before moving forward, planning on passing Basile.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 30, 2016 3:42:28 GMT -5
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Of course it was an adult, rather than a fellow student. Though, granted, the guy didn't look that much older than him... Bas' angry expression slipped, replaced by recognition. [break][break] "Hey, wait. You're that business man. You came to my class earlier." Basile wasn't sure why he didn't just let the guy walk on by. But he was some rich dude who gave out internships- it'd pay to be nice to him, right? He had connections, which in the entertainment industry was everything. [break][break] Basile wanted to know him. Not for anything yet, but he was sure there would come a day. [break][break] "Sorry. Lot on my mind today." Basile explained sheepishly, his left hand drawn into his hair, his head tilted slightly, his smile wide so his gaze was narrow. [break][break] "I was out at a party last night... My parents are going to kill me when I get home." Basile added, feeling that it might help smooth things over if he gave more details. It'd make him sympathetic... right? [break][break] "I'm Basile Melikov, sir." Basile introduced, dropping his hand from his hair while lifting the opposite hand, extending it to shake Zachary's hand. Zachary didn't really seem like a "sir" to him, but Bas had been rather rude, so, perhaps the formality would help. He was grasping at straws here, but at least Zach didn't appear to have an uncontrolled temper- he hadn't yelled at Bas on the spot, or ignored him completely.
Zachary stopped when Basile had asked him to, listening as Basile said who he was. Basile then apologized, saying there was a lot on his mind. That was my reason too, but I'll keep that to myself for now. Zachary watched Basile place his hand in his hair but made no comment about it. Basile told him what he did last night and Zachary's face expression went from a smile to being curious before changing to a grin. "Don'T all parents do that though?" He joked, trying to cheer Basile up. He would be lying if he claimed it never happened to him when he was in high school. Basile gave his name, dropping his hand from his hair.
"Zachary Blaine, it's a pleasure." He took the hand that was extended out to him and shook it. "Sir seems so formal to me, please just call me Zac." Unless I'm going to a meeting.... But I feel so old when I'm called anything else. "Sir just makes me feel so old." He commented, laughing lightly before releasing his grip on Basile's hand. He pulled it away before letting it hand at his side. I managed to aviod tension, thank god.... "But yes, I am 'that business man' from earlier. It gives me a chance to leave the office and meet future employees." That wasn't his only reason though, deep down it also gave him a chance to socialize.
"It gives my employees a break from seeing my pretty face." He laughed, clearly trying to make a joke. He did that when he was nervous or bored. Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? Get a grip of yourself Zac... "I suppose I jusy figured, why send somebody when I could do the introduction myself." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Did you see me in one of your classes? I know I went around to a bunch of different classes but I wonder if I saw you in one of them?" He was trying to make conversation but was failing at it misserbly.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 30, 2016 14:16:05 GMT -5
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"They should lighten up- nothing happened. But my dad can be pretty strict... Especially when we break the rules, or make everyone worry." Basile's attention wandered- he wasn't quite sure if he was telling Zachary, or acknowledging it for himself that maybe Tavi had a reason to be angry with him. Zach's words brought his focus back to the conversation at hand. [break][break] "Alright, Zac," Basile agreed. This was easier than he expected. First name basis with the c.e.o. of a company- not bad! [break][break] "Maybe you should be like Google and them- give your employees games in the break room and stuff. Then you could go hang out with them, treat them like friends." Basile suggested. Clearly the principles of economics were lost on Basile. Besides, that atmosphere at Google was far better suited for the introverted computer programmers than the standard nine-to-five businesses. [break][break] "You interrupted my English class- I thought my teacher was going to have a fit. We were supposed to talk about Hemingway and Homer- a compare and contrast of really boring books no one wants to read anyway." Basile was grinning too now, his eyes now lit with amusement rather than anger. "She wants us all to be artists, to reject society and all it's formal confines" Basile emphasized artists, saying it with a pretend accent so it came out as 'art-ee-sts'. [break][break] "I sit by the theater kids, in the middle of the room." Basile added, as if to explain why Zachary wouldn't recognize him from earlier in the day. "We're the ones passing notes all class." Not just English class. Every class. If there was a theater student in class with you (and they weren't the pretentious jerks, which there were a few) then there were notes being passed. It was almost what made them them. Their constant need to talk to one another, the inside jokes, the constant theater references... It was a tight and surprisingly complex social circle to be a part of.
Zachary nodded his head but stayed quiet. A strict father, exactly like the one he had back home, but his was much more strict. With his father always watching, always teaching, he became the hard worker he is today. Unlike his younger brother who always seemed to try his hardest to get extra freedom. Another motivation, he wanted to take over the family business, his younger brother had other career ideas. This conversation was nice but he was surprise to hear Basile's suggestion. "I'm sure they would enjoy it but I'm not seeing how that would benefit me. They only get so many breaks and lunch, and I know plenty who take the time to finish their deadlines when they are behind on work." He paused before adding. "I'll think about it."
He didn't want to disappoint but he didn't want into rushing into getting things for his employees if they wouldn't benefit him in the end. Treating them like friends seem like a good idea though which is why he'd think about. He grinned when Basile told him about the English teacher's reaction. "She is just jealous that I'm the one with this job." He was kidding, not something he'd tell the teacher directly. "Don't tell her I said that." To late now but hopefully Basile wouldn't repeat his joke. Basile then told him where he sat and he laughed.
"Oh yes, I remember you now." My brother always got in trouble when he passed notes. Their actions reminded me of them. "I noticed you passing notes, I just chose not to call you out on it." He answered, his reason was because the teacher hadn't noticed and he didn't want her to find out. "Your teacher didn't notice, she appeared focused on me and I planned to keep it that way." He answered, explaining himself. "I hope I hadn't being boring." He started, hoping Basile would hint at the topic of their notes.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 30, 2016 19:02:46 GMT -5
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“Aren’t you trying to get us to intern with you? Maybe if it’s fun~” Basile chimed, as if it were irrefutable logic. “You’ll have our eternal appreciation. We only live once, you know, and statistics show that people are more likely to hop between jobs than they were ever before.” [break][break] “You support the establishment, man. I think she wants your money, but I don’t think she wants your job.” Basile clarified. Yeah. The kid was awkward and didn’t seem to realize it had been a joke. Welp, that was Basile for you. [break][break] “I think our teacher’s given up on us. There are so many of us,” Seven. There were seven kids in the class who passed notes. “She can’t always yell or dismiss us from class.” It occurred to him then, with Zach saying he wished he hadn’t been boring, that it was probably rather rude of him to say. Basile’s expression shifted from amused to surprised very quickly. [break][break] “Oh- no. I’m in theater.” Basile clarified. Which to a student or teacher at the school would have made sense- the theater kids always passed notes. But Zachary wasn’t a student or teacher, so Basile continued. “Whenever there’s a theater student in a class, we pass notes. It started out that we talked about the play, but now we just sort of pass along a running note that has all our thoughts and feelings. About class, friends, bullies, tv shows… and of course the plays.” And now he probably sounded like an idiot in front of the c.e.o.. Basile's surprise slipped into a frown- the conversation was getting away from him.
Zachary wasn't so sure if he agreed or not. "True but if I were to go that direction you'd always want to come into work instead of enjoying your freetime else where." It wasn't true for him but he did believe it to be true for others. "It doesn't guarantee hard workers, either." Basile had a point though, if he didn't want his employees to switch jobs it was worth it to consider his options. He laughed when Basile said she wanted his money and not his job. "Well to bad for her because she got neither." He wasn't interested in seeking out any relationships, though his mother never stopped encouraging him.
Zachary wasn't bothered that Basile jad been passing notes around in class. If anything he was amused by it. "Well, at least you are focused on something. You mentioned being in theater, so I believe it is safe to assume you might have thought of becoming apart of show business." There were to many different job categories but actor was the top of his list. He understood what Basile was doing in theater but he figured clarifying so he asked, "So are you seeking to become an actor?" Play, it could be many different things, musical or script. He shifted slightly, slipping a hand in his pocket out of habit.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 31, 2016 2:17:02 GMT -5
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“It’s not always about what people can do for you,” Basle objected. Like he was one to talk- he only started talking to Zachary because he thought he could do something for him. But hey! Zach didn’t know that! Or, at least Bas hoped he didn’t. And even if it made him hypocritical, it was good advice. [break][break] “My friend interned for you last summer. He said you’re always working.” Basile playfully scolded. “You need to lighten up! Life’s too short. Being friends with them will help you too.” When Zach said his teacher had neither- not Zach’s money or his job- Basile laughed aloud, delighted by the humor. [break][break] “Ouch- savage.” Basile joked, his mood noticeably improved. For a moment the future didn’t matter- just talking to Zach was enough. [break][break] “Yeah- I want to be an actor.” Basile nodded, his cheeks turning pink. He expected some sort of sage advice, some, “You should get a real career” pep talk, especially from a businessman. [break][break] “Not so useful, huh? Not as important as running a business or anything. Guess I’ll just have to get used to being poor and dreaming.” Basile joked, saying for Zach what he expected Zachary to be thinking about his career choice. Not that it meant Bas was right, but it was certainly what Basile imagined him saying.
Zachary was surprised by Basile's boldness, he found himself deep in thought. Well, any work that doesn't get done, I can do it myself. He decided, "I think I'll consider your suggestion." If my turn over rate disappears, who cares if I get more work on my load. Basile mentioned a friend of his interned for his company last summer. "Well, my father came up with the moto and I opted to keep it around. Once I get somethings in order they might find it much more enjoyable." He answered, having been there since the end of Spring. His father was still sick, he knew the old man would likely retire before coming back to work at this point.
Zachary hadn't made a comment about life being to short. "Life is to short but work must still get done." Something his father taught him to believe in. "Being a Ceo doesn't give me much free time, it's okay though. I enjoy what I do." He hadn't meant being strict, he just liked being the boss because following his father around made him feel more like a shadow instead of a leader figure. Basile laughed and joked about the teacher with him. "Maybe a little bit, but as I said, not much free time." His comment was only meant to be fact. He grew up being a hard worker and now he was a workaholic.
Basile told him that he wanted to become an actor. Zachary noticed his pink cheecks and looked to the ground, unsure of his own feelings. Basile asked him a question and he looked up from staring at the ground. "I wouldn't agree, it would depend on your determation to be successful." He smiled at Basile. "I don't think you'd be poor." He paused, "But maybe a bit dreamy." He joked, "But who said that was a bad thing?" He asked, being reminded of his younger brother's dream. "I don't think it is more important either." He finished, wondering if he caught Basile by surprise with his comments.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 31, 2016 3:16:36 GMT -5
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“Stark better watch out- your employees are going to love you if you go through with it.” Basile stated. “You’ll have the hottest internship in all of Hawaii.” Yes. Tony Stark. Iron Man. The guy who rarely interacted with his employees on screen, besides Pepper. The only real similarity between what he knew about Zachary, and Tony Stark was that both were handsome and young. And well, the obvious: they both ran businesses. [break][break] “Saays whoo?” Basile challenged the assertion that work had to get done. Call it teenage naivety, but Bas lived life having fun. “Just because you think work is important doesn’t mean it is. Haven’t you seen all the Hollywood movies? Spoiler: at the end, the protagonist always realizes they wasted too much time working. Don’t be that protagonist in your own life, Zac. Break the rules.” [break][break] “Who says I won’t be successful, dreamy, and poor? Maybe I’ll be eating cold Spaghettios out of a can, but I could still be happy. I’ll be in New York, or somewhere flashy- the city alive around me, acting in the city theater...”Basile challenged, not pointing out that “dreamy” to him didn’t mean that he daydreamed. Zach couldn’t have meant he was dreamy like handsome, could he? Basile didn’t think so, so he wasn’t going to make the older male clarify. As for his insistence that he’d be poor, well, he’d imagined this a lot. In most of the movies it was a rags-to-riches story- you had to struggle to appreciate when you accomplished your dream. But, more than pushing his ideas of how his life was going to go, he could see Zach and him didn’t agree about what made them “successful” in life. Zach seemed to think it was working, but Basile wasn’t buying it.
Zachary wasn't sure what to say on the comment, Stark wouldn't be jealous, only his employees would enjoy the fun. He still had work to get done. Basile asked him a question and his expression changed to surprise. He was losing his argument to a teenager. "My father came up with that moto." He started, finding the correct words to phrase what he meant. "A Ceo is a person who oversees the work being done, the you have employees who help them. When work isn't being done, the business is slacking off, which in turn makes them not reliable. Though putting exciting equipment in the company would go against his believes, I can see the benefit in avioding further turn over rate. But the problem still remains, who picks up the extra work." He looked away from Basile for a moment before looking back at him.
"Everybody has their own opinion about work being fun or not. My father would argue that it is important so that the business can success." Basile spoke of movies and Zachary found himself deep in the moment, deep in the debat. "Life isn't about having fun and everyday I get stuff done but it is never enough." He felt distant, reminding himself it wasn't about him wanting to take over. One wrong move and his father could pass him up and allow his younger brother. Well force his younger brother to take the role instead. That isn't what he wanted, he needed to work hard so that his brother could have his career dream.
He pulled himself from his thoughts, trying to collect himself as to aviod losing his nerves. He didn't want tension with Basile. He laughed at Basile's comment, he had meant to agree with him not have him believe he was arguing. "I apologise, I meant I agreed with you." He spoke up after a moment. "Dreamy because I believe you daydream." He regretted the comment, but that wasn't the only reason for calling Basile dreamy now was it? His cheeks went pink and he looked away to try and hid his face. He was to busy to try and get affectionate. I don't have time for freetime, work must get done and yet I'm here socializing. I like talking with Basile. He continued looking at the wall, dead silent, cheeks still pink as he tried clearing his thoughts but failed.
Post by Basile Melikov on Dec 31, 2016 17:03:46 GMT -5
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Basile shook his head. There was no way he was convincing Zachary, he decided- the elder man's notions of the importance of work would have to be chipped away slowly, if he was going to make any headway. And maybe he didn't have to- maybe he was wrong, and Zach was right. Zach was older, and already successful, while Basile was just the daydreaming, high school theater nerd. He didn't have nearly as much experience as Zach. In fact, part of him expected that he'd end up working for someone like Zach, just trying to survive. [break][break] “You should agree with me. That’s a good strategy.” Basile agreed. But with Zach blushing, Basile shifted from one foot to the other, feeling nervous. The conversation was getting a little more serious than the happy werewolf was used to. He didn’t mind arguing, but he wasn’t particularly argumentative, unless it was all in good fun. He definitely didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, and that’s how he was interpreting Zachary’s behavior, with him looking away and blushing. [break][break] “Um… Zac! Classes are done for the day. So that means we’re both free, right? Work can wait. How about we go play some basketball or something? I’m sure the gym’s open, and my play rehearsal doesn’t start for a few hours.” That would lighten the C.E.O. up, right? A good pickup game would cheer anyone up…. Right? Basile wasn’t the sporty type, but he could get behind recreational playing, especially if it displaced some of the tension between them and cheered Zach up.
Zachary laughed when Basile told him he should agree with him. Maybe I will someday but not today. He was still looking away when Basile spoke. Oh right, ge has a point and yet. I'm not ready to leave. "I'm ummm." No, I'm not free. He wasn't sure how to reply and he found himself speechless instead. Basile gave him a suggestion and he found himself agreeing without thinking to much about it. "Okay." Why did I agree? I'm supposed to be working... "I haven't played much sports though." He added unsure on if that would complicate things or not. He found himself deep in thought about other things, finding himself lost on where the gym was even though he had passed it on his way to classrooms.
Zachary stood in his spot, trying to get a grip over his emotions. It was taking a lot of effort to relax as to help his pink face become drained to look normal again. It wasn't everyday he had these sort of emotions, he found himself confused on how to cope with them. "Which way to the gym?" He mustered enough energy to ask his question, still not remembering. This wasn't the only school he visited, so it was easy for him to get lost when searching for something other than the exit.
Post by Basile Melikov on Jan 1, 2017 0:50:14 GMT -5
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“This way~” Basile chimed, delighted that Zachary was so willing to go along with his plan. He grabbed the older male’s hand, tugging him through the halls so he wouldn’t get lost until they entered the gym together. [break][break] “Alright… I think there’s a basketball here…” Basile let go of Zach’s hand, moving to the bleachers. He climbed up onto the first one, peering through the gap between rows to see if there was a ball beneath there. [break][break] Lo and behold, there was. Basile chuckled to himself. Irresponsible jocks always left equipment out. It never failed. Clearly the janitors hadn’t cleared it away yet. Basile hopped off the bleachers, dashing to the edge before disappearing behind them. When he appeared again he had the basketball in hand. [break][break] Basile started dribbling it idly, grinning playfully as he waited for Zach to turn his attention to him. When he thought Zach was paying attention, he started speaking. [break][break] “Alright old man, you start.” That's what guys did, right? They tossed around insults, and were competitive ... right? Basile was trying. Really, really trying. Basile drew the ball to his chest, then pushed outwards, passing the ball with force. Oops, werewolf strength… Hopefully it didn’t hurt him. Maybe he’d miss the catch … Basile found himself watching closely, ready to react to whatever reaction Zachary gave.
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