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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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| Who: Zania and Jack
Where: her house
When: mid day
Jack had flowers to deliver. So, he went and got some--a rather big, brightly colored bouquet--and went to Zania's, figuring she'd be inside, considering her 'condition'. Which, as he walked, he decided was one hell of a suck ass drawback to being a bloodsucker. It was a beautiful day, and his brother was stuck inside, and she would be too. Bounding up the steps, his injuries twinging as he ignored them, he knocked on the door, the flowers behind his back.
Zania was home because, really, where else would she be on a beautiful, sunny day? She was fine so long as she avoided direct sunlight, which meant the windows were open, allowing a breeze to come through, and she was in the kitchen baking. It seemed like a good day for cherry pie. While they weren’t expecting visitors, Zania was always glad to have someone come visit, and she hurried to the door, opening it with a smile and a bit of surprise. “Jack! I thought you’d still be in the hospital!”
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| Who: Jack and Zania
Where: the streets
When: before dawn
Warnings: blood and things
Jack had gone out for a drink that night. There was a local working, not one of the family members, as he understood it. He was still getting to know the place, though, and it had been significantly less fun than when he’d taken Maggie out. But he’d needed a drink, and to possibly just get out of the house. So, that meant he’d dropped in on their sister, then went and got a few beers, blowing off people who were interested in talking to him. And there were quite a few. He just didn’t have the ability to fake interest at the moment.
So he’d sat at the bar, kept to himself, and thought over everything. The brothel, the fact that his brother was a vampire, what he’d seen with the whole feeding thing... That, on top of his still being stuck in the same place, his slow play with Maggie, his trying to decide if he wanted to see Reagan again after she’d given up what seemed like lightning fast on him at the auction. It wasn’t that he was sore about it. He wasn’t. It was more just he was thinking he’d been barking up the wrong tree there with her. Sometimes that happened. Things were great for a first encounter, but it didn’t quite go the same afterwards.
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| Who: Jack and Zania
Where: Trader’s Circle
When: Late afternoon
Why: Zan needs a sound system
Warnings: None
Zania had been up late enough that she’d slept most of the day away. Once she finally pulled herself out of bed, she sat down at the sewing machine and completed the next order in her pile. It was the one task she made herself do, leaving the dishes in the dishwasher and the laundry in a pile on the floor. There were more important things to do with her spare time-- the trade show was in town. She pulled on a pair of denim shorts that were almost dead, a red tank with a moustache on it, and her boots, and hurried out the door.
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The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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