Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Drina and Marco
Where: Marco's apartment
When: Evening

( Forgiveness does not fly to those who yearn for it. )

Who: Drina and Marco
Where: Marco's apartment
When: Morning

( Sleep well? )

Who: Marco
When: Night
Where: Marco's Apartment

( Today had been full of so many sins. )

Who: Keelin & Marco
Where: Not too far from Camelot Place
When: Early evening

( What on earth have you found? )

WHO | Drina & Marco
WHERE | Marco's apartment
WHEN | Morning

( His smell, the sounds he made, together in her mind they spelled out one simple yet consuming phrase: mate. )

Who: Drina and Marco
When: Evening
Where: The Court

( Feeling like a field trip? )

Who: Marco and Zach
When: Afternoon
Where: The Court

( Arrangements had to be made. )

Who: Jo, Drina and Marco
Where: Ballard House
When: Early morning

It used to be that the promise of an upcoming full moon was a happy, exciting time for Jo. It was like a homecoming, even if she had never really left home in the first place, because while she was never anyone but herself that was never quite so as when she was in wolf form, running with her people underneath the moonlight. Knowing that this full moon fundamental pieces of the pack would be missing broke her heart. It was going to feel lacking, incomplete, like the full moon was a ritual she would not be able to fulfil this time. Not to mention that just thinking of running under the moon without her brother and sister along made Jo feel sick.

She had not slept last night, and hardly so the past few. For all the strong face and helpful disposition that Jo tried to show others, she was very much on her last nerve at this point. Of course she kept on going because there was nothing else to do, but every once in a while she had had to stop herself and calm down before the tears came in full force. As quickly as it would come, it would go, and Jo would return to whatever was occupying her mind at the time. Right now she could only be thankful for the opportunity to help other weres at the William Ballard House; for Jo there was really no better way to heal herself than by helping others.

There was an edge in the air around her that made Jo's hairs stand in the back of her neck. Everyone was nervous, herself included. If she hadn't done a good enough job then these people wouldn't be safe, and neither would those they might encounter. Still, Jo could only trust herself to do her best to keep that from happening. Clipboard in hand, she assigned people to cages, making sure no one who had asked was left without one. It sounded rough, sure, but when Jo saw the relief in people's eyes she realized they, too, knew there wasn't a better option.

WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Drina's Place
WHEN | Early Afternoon

( Halfway through their meal, Drina realized something: she had a routine. )

WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Drina's Place
WHEN | Afternoon

( The best part of working double shifts for a week or more was the well deserved evening off.  )

WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Drina's Place
WHEN | Evening

( Being alone was starting to be one of the last things that Drina wanted to do. )

for drina & marco

WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Golden Dragon
WHEN | Afternoon

( Table for one? )

Who: Jo and Marco
Where: Outside an ice cream parlor in SO
When: Very early afternoon

As soon as she told Gabby she was going out for ice cream, Jo hopped off the couch and went to get dressed. It took her longer than usual because even though everybody knew her fingers would probably heal in less than a week, Trent had insisted she went to the hospital and got the full splint treatment. Which she did. So now with her fingers forcefully stretched, Jo's one hand was useless. She was ready to leave in fifty minutes, having asked one of her siblings to help her tie her boots.

At the ice cream place Jo was faced with another challenge, since getting the cone with two scoops of ice cream on it, and having to pay, then getting change, then putting her coin purse in her bag. Three times was she very close to dropping something, and eventually she had to use her mouth to hold things as well. It was lucky that very little flustered Jo, otherwise the badly secluded laughter of the employees would have done a number on her confidence. "Really it takes a special kind of asshole to laugh at someone who can't use one hand." She said anyway, as she prepared to leave.

Leaving. Now there was yet another challenge. With the ice cream in one hand and the other unfit for use, Jo had to push the cone further into her hand and pull the handle with three fingers, letting it go immediately as she walked through. And therein lied the whole problem. She was through, but her skirt, not quite so. Jo did not notice this fact until, as she began walking, the sound of fabric ripping announced the fact that while Jo moved, her skirt had stayed in place stuck in the closed door.

And Jo was smack in the middle of the road holding ice cream with one hand, her handbag on her other arm, and nothing covering the her favorite pair of underwear, the one that said "Evil Beaver" on the front. "OH SHIT NO!" She screamed which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do considering she wouldn't want to get attention.

WHO | Drina and Marco
WHERE | Anywhere But Here
WHEN | Evening

( and i can see the ground far below )

Who: Bea, Simon and Marco (Plus an unfortunate explosion victim, NPC'd)
Where: close to the danger zone!the Broadway Bridge//Huron river
When: 11:37 and onward

( You made that bed you're laying on, deeds that you have done, now you can't undo )