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Tracey Davis ([info]t_davis) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2012-07-06 21:29:00

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Entry tags:tracey davis

Who: Tracey Davis, open
What: Random encounter
When: Evening, Friday, July 06, 2012
Where: In town - on the trolley
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Possible language, etc
Status: Open / Incomplete

Tracey usually didn't work late evenings, but occasionally her schedule was changed around or added onto when there was a remote broadcast she needed to work at. Today was one such day. She didn't really had never been too fond of working remotes; she liked being a voice behind a microphone, not a body in front of a crowd (small or large.) Still, she managed it without issue and was now on her way home.

She wasn't sure why, rather than simply apparating home, she had elected to take the trolley at least part of the way. Perhaps it was just a desire to have a bit of time to clear her mind, or maybe it was a desire to be in a place where there were still people with less bustle to speak of. Either way, the end result was the same. She boarded at one of the stops and moved to find a seat, pausing at the familiarity of the face in the seat in front of her. "Sometimes it seems easier to find castle residents on the trolley than in the castle."



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[info]flipstheswitch
2012-07-08 05:49 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not really a resident, but I've been there a couple times." Damon looked up from the package that sat down on the floor next to him. The little kitten had fallen asleep in a small carrier. He just needed someone to make sure it got to Elena's room. "I'm just delivering a gift."

He stretched out long legs in front of him. He really preferred cars to the trolley, and was planning on talking to Dean at some point about picking one up. He had never been a fan of public transportation in any form. "I take it that you are heading home?"

Since Elena had come back, Damon was being nicer. He was trying to actually make life a bit easier for both of them. He wouldn't admit it, but he was trying. She was worth it to him, and now that it was just the two of them, maybe they had a chance. He might not have taken it at home, but this place was full of new opportunities. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Damon."

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