Jaime Vegas is not your normal necromancer (![]() ![]() @ 2016-09-13 07:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2016 september, ~25 points, ~~jeremy danvers (artsyalpha), ~~~jaime vegas (jaimevegas) |
Who: Jaime Vegas & Jeremy Danvers
What: Being Jaime? I wish I was sorry, Jeremy.
Where: Pack House
When: Evening
Rating: B for Brat. No really, It's Jaime.
Status: in progress
Jaime was being Jaime. An insufferable tease to say the least. She sauntered into the house to pick through one of the boxes she'd discovered on an earlier trip. After her little conversation with Kate she was plotting, which was never a safe thing to have happen when you're anyone in her line of fire. She had pulled her red hair up into a bun, slapped on her newest Heels and a black dress with roses. She figured a not-so-subtle hint was required for this week. Next week might be more subtle. She wasn't entirely sure, but she'd figure it out. She let herself in, knowing full well at least most of the house's inhabitants could smell her before she even made it to the door, and headed to the basement, humming lightly as she started poking through the boxes.
"Stop lingering, I can tell you're there." she called up the stairs, she might not have the extra senses that they all had but Jaime was good at telling when someone was trying to be unobtrusive. And probably waiting for her to come out of the basement before bothering her, but she wasn't having none of that anyways. She had no shame, either, show biz didn't breed in shame after all, and she made sure she had her back to the stairs as she bent over a box. She wondered idly if that made her slightly evil. It probably did. It felt so good to be wrong. Jaime looked over he shoulder and smiled.