[There are no good dreams for Jim. No happy dreams of his childhood or his other life as a starship captain. No, only nightmares find Jim this month.

Speaking of which... you find yourself in a crowd of people, the evening is late and the sun already gone for the day, long gone leaving only a frigid early winter chill. The trees are still losing leaves even if there is already a frost on the ground. Everyone is gathered in the center of a town, a man-- no, a vampire with unnaturally blue eyes standing up on balcony to address everyone.

A young, unhealthily skinny boy of no more than thirteen stands beside you, looking not at the vampire who speaks of the town's wellbeing and the meager harvest, instead he looks at the shadows nearby with keen blue eyes, his entirely human.]

Did you hear that? [He whispers in a voice that's still finding it's depth.] Wait... look there--

[He nods his head and in the shadows is a figure inhuman and monstrous... and another to it's right. The boy's hand reaches out for yours and another child's of no more than nine. He's already slowly backing away, his eyes reading like a deer surrounded by a pack of wolves...

The Blue Court Vampire on the balcony speaks more clearly suddenly:]

And the only way for you to survive the winter is to cull those who are infirm, ill, and weak. Old and young, for the sake of the village, you have been sentenced to death.

[The next thing that happens is night terrors from every corner pounce on the screaming villagers, but your hand is in an iron grip as the boy pulls you and the younger boy along with him. Running, running, running--]

Kirk is both enough of a jock and from the north that this is easy peasy for him! Sure, he looks haggard from endless nightmares, the circles under his eyes deep and dark, but he knows how to skate and skate very well.

[A]So, finding a pair of skates and a hockey stick, Kirk can be found on the ice in his court Blues getting violent on the ice. He knows what he's doing and doesn't shy away from getting in a tussle with a vampire, even though he knows he's going to lose that battle. It's about the thill, he doesn't mind in the slightest.

"You're so going down," he says it with a cocky grin.

Or perhaps, [B] you stumble across him after the game (win or lose) wrapping a particularly bad wound, red and blue blood winding together and mixing to make what visually looks like a beautiful purple. He doesn't seem to mind his wound if the shit eating grin is anything to go by.

"Pretty sure I could have had that guy," he chuckles, there are bruises around his eyes and cheek, he was pretty beat up but it looks good on him.

[Valentine's day has always been a day of picking up someone lonely at the tavern and making the night less lonely, but now he has a someone he cares about so... was it the proper use of the day? No, but he doesn't care. It's show-you-care-and-maybe-bang-your-father-figure-maker day now.

He can be found in the library researching this kind of jewelry he keeps hearing about while making sketches in a non magical notebook about. He wants this to be special because soon it might be too late and well... this was special right? Fuck, was he doing this right?]

Aw man.. why can't this shit be easier?

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