Raccoon City - A panfandom

Who: Severus Snape and OPEN to witch/wizards and anyone who can crack a good numerology code and is bored enough to be nosy? (See Snape's comm post)
When: 10am
Where: The clock tower
Why: Snape is trying to create a magic study group, pretty much.
Warnings: PMS?

Who: Merope & Tom
When: Today, afternoon on his day off.
Where: His flat
Why: The "talk"


Merope had been doing what he had asked of her; resting had never been for forte but she would try it for him. The past two weeks, she'd been sleeping and taking care of herself mildly as he would most likely get annoyed if she didn't. Now that she had a place to sleep, she was sleeping more often, watching TV a little more and allowing her body to heal up from the stitches.

At this moment, she'd found a cosy place on his long sofa for relaxation and sleep, stretching out with a hot water bottle for her cramps she was enduring. As usual, she eventually fell asleep again before he woke up.

Who: Merope & Tom
Where: The free lodging old hotel.
Why: He was looking for her.
When: About 6:15, right before sunset.


Merope was lucky to have the money that helped her get a taxi to the lodging, she took the easiest room but ended up having three or four people shoved in there. This caused her problems and she was unable to rest, all she could manage was to lay there with her eyes shut even though she couldn't sleep. Those in the room had poked fun at her for being a "weirdo" and "ugly", but she remained silent to their insults and eventually took some air from outside and leaned against the wall underneath the light. Just as she looked it over, the light went out and she lowered her head, hiding her body in the shadow of the pillar in front of her.


For now, she was resting easily and breathing comfortably, the loud roar of the music.

Who: Merope, Snowe Vingerhut & Tom Riddle
Where: New Raccoon City Hospital
When: Like 3AM
Why: Because, she's been hiding in the Lower City



Just as he asked, she slipped out of the spot she was hiding in, her body aching as she did so. Due to the pregnancy being only a few days ago, she needed to have help but none were around at the time. When she pushed the clock tower open, she pushed her body through and closed it, noticing one of the undead nearby. The small girl was famished and in no real condition to fight off the nearby creatures and she just stood there in complete fear and easily walked along the streets.

The silent dead-like streets were frightening for her and when she heard the sound of more, she quickly slammed the door into a nearby building and waited there with her body against the wall and window.

This was harder than expected.

Who: Ginger & Merope
Where: Lower City, Clock Tower.
Why: She arrived and hasn't been founded by zombies yet.
When: Late Night, 12am. April 2nd, 2009



Merope had woken up from her slumber, her lower body and upper body ached all over and she found herself on the ground inside of a park. There seemed to be nobody around and she couldn't help but feel a sensation of disorientation as she stood up and started following signs around her, some covered in blood. The blood was frightening for her to experience, she didn't understand until she saw a decaying corpse walking down the street alone, thankfully she knew what they ideally looked like.

Unsure of what was happening, she moved her hand to her wand and hoped that she could use it, even a little bit. Merope kept following the signs, keeping a hand over her mouth whenever she walked so she wouldn't yelp out and cause the attention of the Inferni not too far from her in the first place. Just as she turned the corner, she saw what looked like a decaying dog or two and she shook her head,"N-No doggie." Merope said lightly, softly, but it didn't work.

The animal gave chase, she ran as quick as her legs could carry her to the Clock Tower and shut the door, finding the smallest hole and hiding underneath a few tables and chairs by a corner; not the smartest idea, but she wasn't a terribly clever person to begin with. The girl with the mismatched eyes, laid on her side, quite cold and upset from the ordeal earlier.