Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Lia and several NPCs from her past.
Where: New York City
When: three years ago, fall
What: Lia has the world's shittiest day. Seriously.
Warning: Sex. Drugs. Language.

( Its the perfect denial, such a beautiful lie to believe in. )

Who: Freddie and Renard
Where: The streets, and then a diner, then more streets
When: Late morning/Early afternoon

Freddie was hungry. After a whole morning at the lake, and the struggle with the merman over what he considered his 'turf', which was the same 'turf' she considered hers, she really needed a bite to eat. Too bad her house was kind of far away from where she was now. She didn't think she could be bothered to last until she got home. Especially because the way she - and her clothes - were soaking wet by now, moving was proving to be difficult. She decided to walk to the nearest diner and, hopefully, her money wouldn't be too wet to be used. She had a wallet, sure, but it wasn't exactly impervious to rain. Despite all the hunger Freddie felt happy, if anything because she'd just done one of her favorite things - swimming under the rain - and because it was still raining. Her hair gluing to her face wasn't that comfortable, though, but she could deal. She was walking down the street humming a song to herself, and getting her tongue out to let a few drops of rain fall on it, from time to time. Good times.

( Hallelujah, Hallelujah )

Who: Haylee and Trip
When: Evening
Where: Haylee's house
Warnings: NSFW



( Seeing her little walk showing the effect of his sexual prowess as she returned to join him in bed, Trip couldn't help the little self satisfied grin that played on his face at his handy work. )

Who: Annabelle and Chase
When: Evening
Where: The streets
What: Making things official


Dinner, while it was great, hadn't gone as Chase had planned. He'd wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend during the course of the meal, but he'd chickened out multiple times. By the time that they left the restaurant, he still hadn't asked her and he couldn't help but feel almost as nervous as if he were popping a marriage proposal and not a 'will you be my girlfriend' question. He couldn't understand how this sort of thing had gotten so difficult. It hadn't been this hard when he was in high school, but he attributed that to the fact that Annabelle wasn't anything like those girls that he'd dated when he was a teenager. She was different, she was more important.

( I... don't pee on people! )