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Dead Before Daylight is an Alternate Universe Urban Fantasy role play in a world where supernatural creatures and humans exist side by side – at least, some of them do. Creatures like witches, pixies and satyrs live and work as openly as any human. They commonly hold positions of power in government and are afforded every right and protection.

Other creatures are not so lucky. Those believed threats to humankind and other benign creatures are still persecuted and oppressed. Beings like vampires and werewolves are still forced to live largely in hiding, as they are not afforded the protections of law.

Such blacklisted creatures have created a haven for themselves in the small city of Dawnbreak; but their sanctuary is becoming increasingly threatened by the arrival of outsiders. In the meantime a menacing power is lurking in the forests and increasingly beginning to threaten the town as people begin to go missing, and mangled bodies are beginning to be discovered in and around the woodlands.

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 Thief In The Night, TAG: ANY/ALL
The Spring months were coming to Alaska and in this little seaside town the wind coming off the ocean was still cold, but the evenings were starting to hold a more of the warmth from the recuperating sun.

Tonight however a cold snap had reared its head, petulantly refusing to let winter go easily. The dark concrete of the parking lot glistened sharply like black ice, reflecting the cheery lights of the diner several feet away. The open, barren lot had seen better days, with the lit sign broken open and the neons inside dead, meaning only one half of the logo was visible in the night. Trash littered the space, piled against the low, brick wall lining one edge of the property and overflowing from the dumpsters around the side.

The sickly sweet smell of rotting food scraps drifted to her nose on the night air and she huffed a deep exhale to clear the stench from her nostrils. Her nails peeled back the rubber seal along the vertical edge of the driver's door and the stuffed the small, stiff loop of nylon tape into the crack.

Her own phantom reflection stared back at her as the flickering fluorescent tube hung from the eave of the diner cracked to life momentarily. The harsh light spilled across the side of her features, penetrating the shadows of the woolen scarf draped over her head. Her gaunt cheekbones shaded her pale cheeks and her mouth was set into a hard line, the full lips pursed together as she concentrated. Her eyes were as dark as the ocean out there in the night...

The loop emerged on the other side and she fed more of it into the crack until it had lengthened along the top of the sill. Once it was long enough to hook over the door lock post, she yanked it and the button was pulled up with a dull -thup- of the mechanism coming loose.

The dark-clad figure loitering against the side of the pick-up was an indistinct bundle of tattered clothing in the shape of a person, a long, torn fisherman's jacket swaying with her subtle movements where its strips nearly trailed on the ground. The jeans sticking out the bottom were muddy, and more concerning, blood stained. One cuff was torn all the way up the shin to show the glowing white calf inside all the way down to the bare foot. The other was stuffed into a sneaker with no sock, the bony ankle visible through the similarly torn hem of the denim. Everything hung off her heavy with water, soaked through from the rain earlier in the evening...

The ragged form opened the door quietly and just wide enough to slip inside, leaving it ajar and reaching up to flick the switch on the cabin light to 'off' as she pulled the gym bag from the backseat into her lap. Glancing up through the windshield at the interior of the diner through the windows lining its front, she observed the few patrons inside and those behind the counter were conveniently oblivious to the movements in the dark.

The zipper hissed too loud in the quiet cabin as she yanked it open to inspect the contents. It was a man's bag, she quickly realized, which changed nothing in reality. Men's clothing was baggier, better for hiding weapons within the loose fall of a shirt meant for a broader chest or strapped to her inner thigh as trousers were tailored to accommodate more room in the area. There were no trousers, but the bag did contain a pair of jeans, boxer shorts, a plain t-shirt and a grey hoodie. She took everything but the boxers and stripped the wallet in the side pocket off the fifty dollars inside.

With her spoils bundled under one arm, the thief stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her with the gentlest bump of her hip, backing away from the vehicle slowly...

The shawl's open maw swiveled left and then right as the figure backed up into the lee of the dumpsters, surveying the lot for somewhere close to retreat and make use of the spoils...

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