I'll tap into your strength and drain it dry...
[OOC: this is my post that will be open and slow timed for forever as I don't know how around I will be for awhile. I wanted a post open for anyone to tag cause I'll for sure get back to this, but will feel bad about tagging into anything new since I'm not sure how actively I can tag back in the coming week. So spam away! I can handle it.]
Jane has finished hurting someone. The human in question is limping away from the alley. They won't remember her. She's walking out from the alleyway. Gloves covered in blood are in the dumpster, mask deposited there too. The human likely thinks that she's a ghoul in the night. It's not as if it's uncommon in Chicago.
She lets her hair down, adjusts the prada bag, and practically runs into whoever is coming around the other side. She's usually more perceptive, but giving into the calling means mistakes. "Sorry," she says, a small, apologetic smile on her lips.
Robin Rice is in the Kashtta Tower. He is making coffee for everyone. It is very important that he makes it, because no one makes coffee like he does. He's distracted, thinking about other things, but if someone comes in needing something (food, a drink), he'll probably make it for them. He's feeling generous.
Danny Smalls is getting his ass kicked by a monster. It doesn't usually work out this way, but he's been distracted lately. It's already taken a sizable bite out of his leg. Angel blood is dripping everywhere. This shit is ridiculous.
Harry Potter has discovered that he can do magic without his wand. He dropped the wand, reached for a stick, and picked up a stick instead. He is now practicing what he can use as a wand. At the moment he's waving a hot dog around.
Elizabeth Jules sits on a street. It's not in the best part of the city, but it doesn't really matter to her. She signed up for a pottery class at a community center to give her something else to do. Her pot looks like a warped rock. She's decided that it's a turtle. Elizabeth picks the turtle up, making it crawl over her foot. She's not paying much attention and she's small so it's possible that someone could trip over her.
In a bar, Martha Jones is sitting on a stool, drinking, and trying to pretend that she's anyone other than Martha Jones. It's not all that difficult to pull off when no one here recognizes her. No expectations, no one to know her as anything more than a stranger. It's easy. Achingly empty and easy.
And finally, Xander Harris is still trying to adjust to the fact that Buffy has come back. He is in the park, staring up at the sky. There's a pizza slice on his chest, only one bite has been taken out of the slice.
Jane has finished hurting someone. The human in question is limping away from the alley. They won't remember her. She's walking out from the alleyway. Gloves covered in blood are in the dumpster, mask deposited there too. The human likely thinks that she's a ghoul in the night. It's not as if it's uncommon in Chicago.
She lets her hair down, adjusts the prada bag, and practically runs into whoever is coming around the other side. She's usually more perceptive, but giving into the calling means mistakes. "Sorry," she says, a small, apologetic smile on her lips.
Robin Rice is in the Kashtta Tower. He is making coffee for everyone. It is very important that he makes it, because no one makes coffee like he does. He's distracted, thinking about other things, but if someone comes in needing something (food, a drink), he'll probably make it for them. He's feeling generous.
Danny Smalls is getting his ass kicked by a monster. It doesn't usually work out this way, but he's been distracted lately. It's already taken a sizable bite out of his leg. Angel blood is dripping everywhere. This shit is ridiculous.
Harry Potter has discovered that he can do magic without his wand. He dropped the wand, reached for a stick, and picked up a stick instead. He is now practicing what he can use as a wand. At the moment he's waving a hot dog around.
Elizabeth Jules sits on a street. It's not in the best part of the city, but it doesn't really matter to her. She signed up for a pottery class at a community center to give her something else to do. Her pot looks like a warped rock. She's decided that it's a turtle. Elizabeth picks the turtle up, making it crawl over her foot. She's not paying much attention and she's small so it's possible that someone could trip over her.
In a bar, Martha Jones is sitting on a stool, drinking, and trying to pretend that she's anyone other than Martha Jones. It's not all that difficult to pull off when no one here recognizes her. No expectations, no one to know her as anything more than a stranger. It's easy. Achingly empty and easy.
And finally, Xander Harris is still trying to adjust to the fact that Buffy has come back. He is in the park, staring up at the sky. There's a pizza slice on his chest, only one bite has been taken out of the slice.