hunter_anita (hunter_anita) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2008-11-14 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | anita blake, dean winchester |
Who: Anita and Dean
What: Cold Pizza, Pie, and Word on the Meeting
When: Tuesday, September 23 Noon-ish
Where: Oriens 101
Rating: TBA
Back home Anita usually had to get up between 11am and noon. She would have to be at work for the first part of her day. It was usually spent in her office with a cup of coffee while consulting with potential clients. Sometimes police business would mix things up a bit, but that wasn't usual. Bert may have been a greedy bastard, but he understood that to her murder too president over money.
Here, she had nothing. Her days were open. There wasn't really much she could do. She couldn't even find a way to twist her major around to make it sound less odd to the locals. She was odd to them, they were odd to her. It was odd that none seemed to know or believe in vampires, or werewolves... She was a little out of her element here. However, she was used to being at least a little thrown off, this made it easier for her to catch her balance. She may find it odd here, but she was smart enough to know how to fit in. She had learned what was out of the ordinary to talk about and what was acceptable. Who would have thought there was a place where more people thought that aliens were real then believed in Vampires? Strange.
Her alarm clock had buzzed at her a few times before she managed to drag herself out of bed. Still a little bleary she took a shower. Once she was cleaned up she slipped on a pair of jeans and a black tank top. She was pretty sure that her roommates had at least caught a glimpse of her scars. On top of that, she was pretty sure that Dean wouldn't care. He was a hunter, too. He probably had a few scars of his own.
Pulling the Coffee beans out of the cabinet she ground them before setting the grinds into the filter to start to brew. To face the day Anita need coffee. No, correction, Anita need alot of coffee to face the day. And why not? It was after all the nectar of the gods. Or at least it was in her opinion. Once the coffee had peculated she poured herself a cup, added milk, added sugar, and sat down with her notes to wait for Dean to show up.