WHO: Alice Cullen – open to Edward Cullen, Bella Swan, Jasper Hale WHERE: Edward's apartment WHEN: Wednesday, August 3; afternoon WHAT: Family time and Alice vision-sketching. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
The longer Alice was in Los Angeles, interacting with all manner of individuals in person and over the message boards, the more attune she was becoming to this place and its inhabitants. The Cullen family had never stayed long in any largely-populated area, so this was a new experience for all of them, but Alice especially because it was a wealth of seen futures that were meant to be changed. It required a shift in the way she perceived not only her abilities but how she had always thought about destiny. Los Angeles was unique, as it was a city full of possibilities meant to be affected, not absolutes, because of the unspeakable levels of supernatural violence that rules and order were not curbing.
So while nights were often spent moving about the city, following the path of attacks and trouble that occurred in the night or just observing humans for the interest of it all, her days were partially spent sorting through the significant to the insignificant in her mind, searching for what should be prevented – though that was a constant for Alice because her visions were everpresent. This process of examining visions and then locating the site of the event was the way it should be, as if one thing hadn't changed, it was Alice's certainty that she should be exactly where she was in a vision and that aspect, of her being in them rather than simply affecting the outcome she saw, occurred more and more of late. She certainly liked doing good for the people in this city, but it was also something she simply accepted as fact.
There were events in daylight she couldn't alter without exposing herself for what she was, and even in this city where vampires freely confessed what they were, old habits died hard for her. Those visions she had to set aside – or at least, she had once had to do so. Now it seemed even that was changing, as a common element continued to appear in those visions that grew brighter, meaning those events drew closer. It was nearly time to once more meet someone she felt she knew without ever having met them in person.
But not yet. For now, Alice sat and sketched, surrounded by all manner of art supplies as she often did in the afternoons, folded crosslegged on the floor with music filling the living room. She hadn't always been one to sketch or paint many of her visions, but now with the wealth of them, that was what she often did.