WHO: Reagan and Jackson WHEN: April 12, Sunset WHERE: One of the off limits guesthouses WHAT: Reagan is out where she shouldn't be, dancing and being mischievous. Jackson intervenes. RATING: Um, PG-13 to start? But could get adult. TBD lol STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Reagan was bored. It was a dangerous state of mind for her, given all the mischief she could think up on the spot, and today was no exception to that rule. The studio was closed for the evening, and for once she didn't find herself lingering there after hours. She wanted to get to know Sanctuary and its residents, wanted to spend time with the people she was meeting. A lot of people had to work, however, and nobody she really knew was available to play with when she got back. After a good amount of pouting, that didn't change the responsibilities they had, Rea decided to try and stay in. She could find something to watch, maybe read, something that didn't involve someone else. Right?
Unfortunately, she'd never been very good at entertaining herself, despite all her time on her own without her family. There had always been other dancers from the troupe around, or people she'd met on the road. Her foot tapped impatiently as she tried lounging on the couch in the shared living space for her room, but it seemed like every minute sound was amplified as she lay there. Without warning, she jumped to her feet, knowing she couldn't sit still anymore. Maybe it was the kinetic energy she absorbed, maybe it was just her own self. Whatever the case, she headed outside, figuring a little exploring couldn't hurt. She'd wanted to look around since she'd gotten there, seeing as the mansion was like a real life haunted house, and Rea decided now was the time to see if it lived up to its stereotype.
Even though they'd been warned to stay away from certain places, she found herself grinning impishly to no one in particular (at least that could see her), as she found her way towards the buildings that had been used for servants quarters or guest houses. Rea couldn't resist going in one, not finding its isolated and emptiness intimidating in the least. It was a perfect place for dancing, honestly, and soon found her body moving to a silent beat as she wandered the space.