InsaneJournal

Movin' on in
Who: Jaime, Balthazar
What: moving in
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Arcana Cabana
Rating: Low-ish. Again, mentions of sex.
Status: Complete

It was weird on so many levels. Oh sure, she'd played it off as just spending some time in the city to see how she liked it, but she was pretty sure this was the start of her moving to the city and moving away from the mansion. She could always go back, and everyone there had the phone number of the shop, and it was only an hour away, give or take, so it wasn't like she was trekking out to Siberia or China or something like that. She was nearby, and they were all welcome to visit. Well, visit the city. She really had no intention of parading everyone and their cousin through the shop. Unless they were planning on buying something. That was a whole different kettle of fish. Mostly, she'd just been interested in sliding out of Westchester with as little drama as possible. Well, that, and escaping the well-intentioned lectures about staying safe. She wasn't an idiot, and she knew she'd have to continue to be careful. Moreso, since she was now closer to the main event, such as it was. She wasn't honestly worried though, and she wondered how much of that was the lingering arrogance of youth. She knew what could happen. She'd been there, and she wasn't eager to go back there again. So she was just a normal girl working at a curio shop. Jaime stepped down off the bus, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder. She'd left a lot of her decorative stuff back in her room at the mansion; she wouldn't consider herself officially moved until she'd emptied out that room. So for now, she was still technically living at the mansion while spending some time with a friend in the city while she considered her options. Such was her story and she was sticking to it. Shoving her free hand into her pocket, Jaime started to walk toward the shop. She did wonder how weird it was going to be, at least at first, but she guessed they'd adjust quick enough to each other's habits and patterns and moods and whatever else needed acclimating to. If she could live comfortably with the variety of people she'd been living with, adjusting to the quirks of an eccentric old man shouldn't be that hard. Once she reached her destination, she opened the door and let herself in. She bit at her upper lip as she looked around. She tried to think of this place as 'home' and just started to giggle at the idea of it.