The cool autumn air sent shivers through Katerina Logan, causing her to pull her pea coat tighter as she smoked. She took a long drag before puffing out and letting her hand fall to her side for a moment. Behind her, the Bar’s backdoor stood partially propped open, letting a stream of drunken clamor steadily pour out. It only seemed to get rowdier the longer Katya stayed out there, and she knew she’d get a chewing out if she left the newbie in their by herself for too long. Begrudgingly, she took one last drag and flicked the cigarette to the concrete before stepping on the dying butt with her heel.
Starting Setting -- November 24th, 2012; sometime after 10 pm; 5 days from the Full Moon.
The First Episode will open shortly before the murder of a young Witch in the alley outside the Sidhe-Bar "The Nexus". It will center around the discovery of the demon Asmodeus, and the SBD's attempt at dealing with him. You are expected to partake in this plot line, even if it is in the most minor way. Otherwise you are free to create your own subplots.
Katya pulled open the door, and walked back into the bar that smelt of stagnant liquor and smoke. It wasn’t that they weren’t allowed to smoke inside, which they were; it’s just that Katya preferred to smoke in peace, away from the messes that the drunken Sidhe left in their wake. Her breaks were one of the few things that kept her sane half the time. She was still uneasy in the presence of so many Sidhe, but it got easier every day. Besides, it was easier when she knew she didn’t have the SBD breathing down her neck.
When she reached the bar, she could see the relief return to the new girl’s eyes. She’d only been working at The Nexus for a few days. She was a young and mousy witch trying to pay her way through school. Why the girl, whose name Katya could rarely recall, had chosen a bar of all place, she did not know. She didn’t think it would last to long. The girl wasn’t the type that was used to the catcalls, grabby hands, or the ones that just wanted to talk, and Katya didn’t think she ever would be. Even now as the girl poured drinks for an old and crabby Warlock, she looked ready to bail. Katya rolled her eyes and quickly poured drinks for her own patrons. After a few minutes, she moved closer to the girl and told her she could take a break if she needed it in a few minutes. The girl nodded as finished pouring some shots and started to shuffle away.
As the girl did, Katya spoke again, “Hey before you come back in, take the trash out will ya? There’s already two bags, and it’ll be less of a hassle when we closed.”
With another nod, the girl sprinted of toward the corridor that lead to a few doors and a set of stairs. Up the stairs was Katya’s apartment. Behind the door on the far left was the office, the door on the right closest to the bar was the designated break room, and then the door in the back lead outside into the alley where Katya took her smoke breaks. It was also where the dumpsters were.
Thea Parker stepped out of her office, and gave a quick look around. The few offices that occupied this side of the bottom level, where long emptied hours ago. They belonged to those directly below the Director, but they always left hours before her. Few could stand being down here after nightfall. Things always got worse at night. That’s when the screams began, and the mad Sidhe got restless. Of course, the containment rooms were more than powerful enough to protect the agents, but none of them would risk it. Only Thea and the Guards could stand to be down here at night. She wasn’t afraid of them, and there Guards were used to it. It was their job; they had to be.
Stopping at the edge of the corridor, Thea was about to flick the lights off for the night, when she heard something from one of the offices. She took a few steps forward, and realized that one of the lights were still on in one of them. Taking a few more steps forward, Thea snickered to herself. This would be the point in the movie where the audience would be screaming at her to turn around and run away. But this wasn’t a movie. Sure there may be monsters locked up on this level, but there’s no way one could escape and what would it be doing in one of these offices. The only thing kept here were records of all Sidhe containment. What would a crazy rogue Sidhe want with records?
Finally, Thea reached the office door and twisted the knob. A second later a shrill shriek erupted, but not from Thea. Her heart was racing but she hadn’t screamed. After a few short breaths, Thea began to shake with quiet laughter. Sprawled on the floor amongst paperwork was Thea’s very own secretary, a young second-generation werepanther, Lilliana. Despite full moon excursions, the girl was a regular scaredy-cat, and usually the first one out of the offices after her shift ended. It was odd to see her here so late at night, and in an agent’s office among strewn paperwork.
She couldn’t help the eyebrow raise when she finally spoke over her own laughter, “Lilliana, what are you doing here so late, and in here of all place?”
The girl looked up as her breathing finally settled, “Agent Carlson screwed up his filing system when he logged the last few contained Rogues. He’s gone through so many secretaries it’s not even funny. The newest one quit just yesterday, so I got stuck with this mess he’s made. I’ve been in here all day. I thought you’d already gone home, and when you opened that door I…I…I thought one of the Rogues had escaped.”
Thea smiled lightly at the poor girl, “Go on home Lilliana. I know your boyfriend will be worried. I’ll talk with Carlson about this tomorrow, and see if we can’t find a more suitable Secretary. Someone less inclined to take his bullshit”
Lilliana stifled a giggle at that. It was easy to be so casual with Director Parker. She’d never had a better boss. They’d all looked at her with fear simply because of what she was, but Director Parker never once had that look, not even in the face of the true monsters. She was always seemingly calm and understanding.
Thea nodded toward the door with a smile and said, “Go on get out of here. Don’t want you dying of fright, Sweetie.”
She didn’t have to be told thrice, so with a nod, Lilliana was out of there as quickly as possible. After closing the office, Thea followed suit, shutting off the lights at this end and heading towards the elevator. A moment before it arrives, a thought occurs to her, and she begins walking father down the corridor. She'd almost forgotten to take her Nightly Tour of the Maze that was Containment. Since the promotion, she'd started visiting various cells and their occupants. She felt it helped her better in getting to know those they'd captured. Of course there were the lost causes, the ones who couldn't be brought back from the land of crazy, but some times Thea was able to reach a few. Despite her new job title, she was still hell-bent on rehabilitating them. And that "some times" was enough for her.