Light of May ::: an original roleplay

WHO : Bobby Richardson, Stephanie Richardson (NPC), Laura Richardson (NPC) and Nell Silverberg-Brecker!
WHAT : Bobby is doing his brotherly duty of making sure his sister isn't killed in a nightclub while also getting his parents off his back.
WHERE : A small nightclub.
WHEN : Thursday, July 2, 2009, evening.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : Depends.

( And when it all seems to fall apart // You can't breathe // You don't know what you're thinking // You need somewhere to start // I will be here )

Who: Aaron and Alanna
When: 7pm
Where: Aaron's House

So Aaron wasn't sure what in the world has possessed him to offer to cook for Alanna. He wasn't the handiest in the kitchen, not bad by far, just not the best. So, he did what any rational human would do. He turned to the internet. He found what he wanted and sent a prayer of thanks up to the heavens for the interwebs. After spending the afternoon/early evening preparing food, he realized he needed to get dressed. He showered but didn't shaving, leaving a bit of stubble. He dressed in creased black pants and a navy blue button down shirt. He looked dressy but casual all at the same time. Once he was finished, he hurried to finish cooking before Alanna arrived. In all of his preparation he had kept himself busy enough to not be too nervous.

Who: Nell and Fable
When: Noonish
Where: Torte de Angeli

Since she'd pulled herself out of her emotional rut a couple days ago, Nell had maintained an active life. The lessons she had cancelled were back on, her violin was no longer collecting dust and she was eating, more over she was starving nearly all the time. She'd ate so little the previous week it seemed her appetite had come back full force and was now demanding pastries of various variety. Sneaking a peak outside, Nell dressed in a simple black skirt, white camisole and a baggy, comfortable sweater before grabbing her umbrella and skipping out into the rain. She didn't mind the light drizzle so much, but after a while it could start to get itchy and annoying. Nell planned on walking to the bakery, just so she wasn't home so quickly and so she could enjoy the outdoors, it seemed like it had been so long since she'd spent time outside.

( Religious when stars collide )

Who: Gideon and Missy
When: 11 pm
Where: On a random street
Warning: Hmm... violence, blood. Y'know, that stuff

( Shaking her head, Missy raised her gun for one more shot, figuring that maybe that would be enough to drop this thing. Then she could continue on her way home and relieve the baby-sitter. )

Who: Autumn and Bradley
When: 3pm
Where: Owl's Nest

( I miss the little things. I miss everything. )

Who: Adara, Calista, and Jace
Where: The girls' apartment
When: Mid-day, about lunchtime
Why: Because Jace could hardly stay away from this apartment

Following the directions Calista had given him had been something of a challenge. Primarily because rather than street names she preferred to use landmarks, landmarks which consisted of things like "funny mailbox" and "silly shaped rock". Still, the directions couldn't have been too bad considering that he'd arrived there without nearly as much difficulty as he thought he would. He really liked walking through his old streets, not that he'd lived in this particular part of town when he was younger, but it was still Scarlet Oak, his home town. Walking along Quinn had poked his head out of Jace's bag, nose twitching he asked, "This is the house of that sweet girl you so callously treated the other day correct?" With a grumble Jace frowned and replied, "I didn't treat her callously, I just didn't want to be all...clingy. Now shut up or I'm zipping up the bag and you can get comfy with my socks."

The rabbit shot him a look and then stared forward silently. It was impossible arguing with him, Jace knew he'd been something of a jerk and that he really should have called, but what could he do? He just got back here and already he was enamored with the innocent girl that baked him nothing less than a metric ton of delicacies the other day. Still, even Jace wasn't oblivious to the trail of broken hearts he tended to leave behind, it would probably be best for all if he didn't get her involved in something like that. As he thought about how badly he could use a drink, Quinn let out a shrill little squeak to dispel that thought almost immediately.

Heading up to the door with bag in one hand, and a box in the other, he rapped lightly on the door. The box in his right hand contained a cake he'd baked for Calista. She'd gone through all that trouble for him, it was the least he could do...he even refused to let Isaiah help him. This, of course, resulted in a baked good that looked like a horror story. It probably tasted worse than it looked, but it was the first thing Jace had ever attempted to bake in his life and he was proud of it. Refusing to allow himself to think too much about the motives behind his attempt at baking, he stood there and whistled for someone to open the door.