Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Cat and Lark
When: Afternoon
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak, near the woods/W Pennington

Lark had been in Scarlet Oak for a while now, and had been lucky enough to be set up with a job fairly quickly. It was housekeeping for the Budget Lodge, which she'd been okay with, but she quickly learned that their terms of housekeeping were... well, extremely lax. Some of the rooms were downright gross, and she'd been yelled at by her manager today for taking too long on one room. It doesn't have to be immaculate, the man had barked at her. Just put things back in order and wipe down the major stains. Lark did what she was told, but she left work feeling like she could shower for an hour and still not be clean enough. The walk back to the shelter helped her cool off, mentally, but she was already wondering how hard it would be to get in at the Hotel di Sei Ali. The idea that it was a 'supernatural resort' didn't even bother her at this point. At least she would probably not feel so much like she was going to catch a disease from every room she entered. She'd be able to take a bus there, too.

Truthfully, Lark didn't mind the walk. Once she crossed the river and got into the more populated part of town there was a bus stop which would take her most of the rest of the way back, but she didn't always bother. Today she might. She'd never really worried about the full moons back home, but the world was going crazy. She felt a stab of anger at her uncle for bringing her brother and sister here. This place was crazy. Sighing heavily, Lark jumped over a puddle at the side of the road, eyes scanning the trees as she walked. This place was crazy, but it was pretty. She had to at least give it that.

Who: Maddie and Lark
When: Late afternoon
Where: Heme

Lark had given blood at Heme once before, and though she'd initially been frightened, it hadn't been so bad. She hadn't been alone that day. She was alone now.

When Lark had been given a room at the shelter, one of her room-mates was a girl named Destiny, who insisted everyone call her Desi. Desi was older than Lark by a few years, had two kids, and had lost custody to the father after 'falling in with the wrong crowd.' Desi talked a lot, but some of the things she'd had to say had been pretty educational. She told Lark that she made money on the side by selling her blood at Heme, and with Lark being 'vanilla,' she could make a good chunk of money doing the same. The idea had disgusted and horrified Lark, but in the end, she had fallen to the temptation. She had allowed Desi to procure a fake ID for her, dress her up, put make-up on her face, glamour her hair brown, and drag her off to Heme.

( It hadn't been so bad. )