Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Quentin and Renee (and probably Quentin's familiar Willie too)
Where: Their apartment
When: Late night


( I don't know where I'm going, but I don't think I'm coming home. )

Who: Renee and Emyli
Where: Ozzy's, why not?
When: At around 10pm

This was becoming a habit, it seemed, though Renee had a hard time admitting that her going out and drinking hard liquor was becoming a pattern. A daily pattern. She knew that, of course, but she wasn't ready to admit it might become a problem. It certainly wasn't one now, so why worry? If alcohol helped her drown the powers she'd never asked for then she was all for it. It wasn't as though she had responsibilities like a job or a fiance anymore, so now was as good a time as she'd ever have to let her hair down. Of course she'd need to find a job eventually since money didn't exactly propagate or grow on its own and it had a tendency to be spent very quickly.

Swaying to the music that was playing - not exactly her favorite but you couldn't exactly come to a concert club and expect a royal orchestra or actual Bach playing now could you? - Renee ordered another drink as she decided to think about finding a job befitting of her education and status later. When she wasn't swaying a little too easily, maybe. Or at a club. Or drinking. If nothing was found maybe she could come back here and apply to be a bartender. That would be hilarious, especially when she told her parents. Of course it would cease to be so if one of them had some sort of stroke because of it, which was totally possible because it was bad enough that their youngest was a complete and utter disappointment and their golden girl had turned out to like other golden girls too. Her being a bartender might be a bit too much for them. But for Renee it would still be hilarious, so much so she gave a hearty laugh at the idea.

Who: Viv and Renee
Where: Heme
When: Evening time
What: That remains to be seen

( Could I be anything you want me to be... It's always meant to be seen... )

Who: Renee, Charlene and Vivianna
Where: The park
When: At night

Renee had been doing a little therapeutic shopping when the news of what was happening in Ann Arbor broke. She was informed by an employee coming from the break-room of the shoe store she had been in while paying for a beautiful pair of ankle boots - which she was wearing right now. Somehow from that morning to tonight, the concept of having enough time to wear them later seemed to not ring true anymore.

While she made sure her brother was alright as soon as she managed to put her credit card back in her purse and run the hell out of the store the event in itself still hit Renee a lot more than she would have expected. Especially because she spent the rest of the day thinking about it while watching it unfold on the news. With the knowledge that the same thing had happened on other Preternaturals for Peace marches across the globe, Renee was now pretty sure that this was a very well planned act of terrorism against all people who somehow counted as non-"pure" humans and those who supported them.

Herself included, if she had been there. And her brother, too. It was a sobering thought, and that was why Renee, without knowing Scarlet Oak as well as one should when one decided to do what she was doing right now, had finally broken down and gone to the nearest open liquor store in town, bought herself a bottle of scotch - the best and oldest, by the way - and was now downing it while sitting on a bench in the park. Nobody knew her here, why bother trying to maintain her composure? If ever there was a time to lose it, now was it.

Who: Quentin and Renee James (as well as Quentin's familiar Willie, NPC)
Where: Their apartment
When: Late morning


( Prettier and younger, but not any better off. )

Renee and Quentin and some freaking out over demons. On Renee's part. ;)

For Rigby and Renee, two telepaths meeting up.