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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG - August 21st, 2013
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| Who: Zania and Lance
Where: Central Park
When: Evening
Warning: NSFW
Zania hated missing out on the daytime activities due to her “sun allergy”. It frustrated her to no end that she could be out there, meeting people and having fun, but was instead stuck inside. The best she could do was join in the second the sun went down, which was what she did today. It seemed as good an opportunity as any to advertise her club and raise a little money, so she set up a table alongside the other vendors, jars of moonshine out in front of her. And a bottle of juice. She’d taken a shot herself, just to get the party started, and waited for people to come by and drink up.
Lance still had Slyvia’s umbrella, closed and in one hand, using it more like a fancy cane, but mostly enjoying that he had it. He’d filled more of his pockets, some useful things he needed, including a pack of smokes, and some things he might have to refind the owners to to give back. Or just give to someone else. Pay it forward or what have you.
He was wandering booths now that the sun was down, looking at the lights, watching people, but the new booth caught his attention. That hadn’t been there earlier. Slowing his steps he gave the girl behind it a curious look. “So what’s this?”
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| Who: Noah & Darcy
Where: Classroom
When: Late morning
Noah liked red hair. It always caught his eye but he'd gotten fairly adept at watching it without being obvious about it. A flick of a glance here, a nod in the direction of a rightly answered question in class. He knew from observation that Darcy was a hard egg to crack and so he hadn't attempted small talk yet. If the snarky back and forth with her cousin Avery had any bearing on the possibilities, he knew he'd have to be on his A-game if he ever did talk to her. He pretty much figured leading with the info that he'd memorized the exact pattern of the freckles on the back of her neck and shoulders would get him slapped. Still it was something he'd done to pass the time. Along with myriad other detailed memorizations of his fellow classmates.
So it was on purpose that he deliberated for a long moment before speaking to her finally. He thought he had noticed she was without a pencil and after the study period he knew there was a test. She'd need it. "You need to borrow this?" he asked, holding up a finely sharpened number 2. It was as plain as they came and his expression said no strings attached.
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG - August 21st, 2013
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